Promised to a Gargoyle King but the Werewolf King wants us.

Chapter 2 - Lord Dragano comes to the rescue. (Of the dress.)

Kate drank her second glass of wine and tried to not freak out. She felt kind of light headed, the taste of wine on her breath, but it was a special occasion. It wasn't every day that some guy with too many muscles decided to kidnap you and stick you in Repunzel's tower with your far too chatty sister.

Or every day that you collapsed into bed with a 'Werewolf King' expecting you to be happy that he was waiting for you. She stared at her second glass of wine and drank it all in one go. 

"You should drink slower." Krystal didn't even breathe before she continued, "I think he's cute. I think the wedding dresses  should match. Don't you?"

Did she? Kate sighed. She checked her phone again.

'What is wrong, fair lady? Is thee drunk? - Lord Dragano'

That was Damien's SCA name. Maybe by calling him Lord, she'd provoked his geeky SCA side. She smiled somewhat, turning her back on Krystal, and headed for the tiny bedroom near the window that had the best reception.  

This SCA thing was some kind of global medieval reinactment group. Damien was obsessed with it. He was a pretty 'high ranking' rapier fighter, he attended all the balls and feasts, and had tried to get Kate to go with him to the dances. She struggled a little, to be honest, it was all a bit overwhelming for her.  The first time she'd gone, she'd expected something a bit like the Supernatural world- a bunch of muscle covered jerks and pretty bitches, prancing around, skin shiny with sweat or glitter or ...something.

The truth was that this SCA was like the ultimate in Geek gatherings. They seriously made their own clothing, their own armor, weaponary, and apparently were even trying to get jousting approved if they could prove to the animal cruelty protective services that the horses were in no danger. There were more pimples, limp hair, regular looking girls and scrawny geeky guys than she'd expected, much like a sci-fi convention, and on top of that they'd all been pretty nice people.

Kate's first feast was a special one. The 'King and Queen' had come to visit. Damien had actually sewed her a pretty blue and green dress, with gold detail, which he'd seriously done it all himself, based on a 14th Centery Italian dress. He was a 14th Centery Lord. Wearing his own hand-sewn matching outfit. She'd come out of her first feast a little overwhelmed, embarrassed and beyond shy, esspically when she'd forgotten to bow to the Queen. Problem with SCA- you had to rememeber to curtsy to the King and Queen every time and Kate kept forgetting. 

Ever since they'd started dating she'd become his 'Lady'. Not Princess- apparently in this SCA, this medieval dress up group or whatever it was, that rank was reserved for the  daughter of the King. But Lady always made her feel warm and fuzzy, esspically now with several cups of wine in her. 

'Seriously, Damien, u have to come quik. Some guy took me away. trying 2 force me 2 marry him. I dont know where I am. Kate.' Kate hesitated before she'd send the message, staring at it, suddenly wondering if it was such a good idea to say something like that. She wasn't even sure where she was. 

She quickly added, 'Try and find out where I am. think its europe' and frowned as it sent. If this was Europe she had some serious roaming costs to face. Kate curled up on her side on the bed, kind of sleepy, kind of buzzed, phone still clutched in her hand.

A banging woke her up, someone at the door, and then she heard something else. The tinkle of glass. Someone swearing. Her glass door! Her precious glass door!

"Shit, shit, um. Okay. Um." 

It was Damien. Typical. He'd knocked too hard and broken her door.