Silvestre Pendragon

An unexpected meeting

"No need to push!" Silvestre moaned as the iron door squeaked open and she was nudged inside. A wild grin decorated her face, "Well, isn't this a lovely change of scenery ! "

"It's a prison cell." stated the dim and confused guard.

"I was being sarcastic." she hissed, shaking her head as she assessed the room: a stone cell with a dull beam of sunlight creeping through the tiny window in the corner, too small to climb through, the iron doors promised an easier way out and although their lock appeared strong, to Silvestre it would be a simple task; she concluded that she could escape at anytime if she had the cause. Upon hearing a soft chuckle from inside her cell she spun around to see, in the other corner, a boy. He had dirty blond hair that was laced with gold and in the dark light of the cell, Silvestre could just make out his autumn eyes.

"And what is a smart Lady like yourself doing in a cell ?" he asked. He was new, Silvestre thought, as a Princess she wasn't often not recognised.

"Its a long story, but I may or may not have gotten into a fight with a guest of the King." Silvestre answered, she couldn't help but smile a little, her fierce pride still enjoying the sense of victory. Silvestre opened her mouth, about to ask the question in return, but she was left frozen in an o-shaped pause as her eyes fixed onto the ring on his hand, like a magnet they seemed glued. On his hand was a ring, and on that ring was the image of a sleeping dragon. A strange, familiar image.

A look of panic was painted on both of their faces as their eyes connected in a worried stare, the grey winter eyes of Silvestre and the autumn brown eyes of the boy locked together.

"You didn't.."

"No." He replied, "I just ran into The Prince and ,well, I ended up here."

Silvestre sighed, full of relief. " I understand, my brother can be an absolute clotpole sometimes."

They laughed and the connection broke as Silvestre turned towards the door and began to investigate the lock,

"Wait, did you say brother?!" The boy exclaimed as Silvestre drew a small blade from her boot and began to insert it into the lock, she ignored his question and instead pulled out a clip from the dark messy curls of her hair. The intrigued boy watched as Silvestre chewed her lip in concentration, after a few seconds there was a metal clink, holding one finger to her lips she snuck out into the corridor, her sword gripped in her hand. Stunned, the boy stood, alone and bewildered by what had just happened. There was a loud bang and a thud before a voice called out,

" Coast is clear!"

Gazing out of the cell the boy could see Silvestre, sword in hand standing above the still body of the guard,

"Don't worry he's just sleeping." She explained, "And will wake up with a bit of a bump."

"Nice sword." Observed the boy, nodding towards the dragon on the hilt. "My names Milo by the way!"

"I'll be sure to see you around, Milo!" Silvestre shouted, a twinkle in her eye as she casually began to stride through the castle.

She wasn't entirely alone after all.