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"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
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The flap of the King's tent opened as the village chief made his way through. He was grateful that the King accepted his plea to speak to him.
"My King, the village want their warrior back."
"The answer is no. She's mine now." The King immediately answered back, not even turning around from his work.
The chief bowed his head. "Please your Grace, have mercy."
The King looked up and shot the man a glare. "Were you present in the town square, when the fight happened?"
The chief swallowed. "Yes..."
"Then you heard the agreement. If Falcon lost against one out of the three, he... she is to come with me." The King's voice had a final tone to it.
"Your Grace..." The King stood up to his full height and placed his hand on his sword, as a warning. "I believe you have your answer. Now leave me be."
The chief lowered his head in defeat as he left the tent. The smell of cooked chicken filled the air, as a maid brought the King his dinner.
Meanwhile Yara was tied to a pole as the King didn't want her escaping, now knowing her fate. Four soldiers were in the secluded camp guarding her. They were still shocked that the warrior was a girl.
"What." She spat at one soldier who couldn't stop staring.
"My apologies, Yar-" He began mockingly, but was cut off.
"It's Falcon to you, mutt." She was still angry. She wanted to kill the King for tying her up.
Suddenly the King himself graced her with his presence. Keeping her face expressionless she, watched him making his way towards her.
"Yara-"
"Falcon." She interrupted. The King's eyes darkened before he gripped her chin, making her look directly at him.
"Dare interrupt me again and you won't like the consequences. Yara." He ended his sentence, adding her name on purpose.
She jerked her face out from his grip and glared at him.
"We leave at sunrise, tommorow. Behave and there will come no harm to you."
"I want to go see my mother." The King sighed. She didn't even acknowledge his warning. "Yes, she can come visit you here, later today."
Yara kept silent, staring infront of her. The King huffed and made his way back, to talk some business with his guards.
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It was cold the next morning, the sun was just about to show itself on the horizon.
Yara's mother came last night, bidding her a good bye, and Yara knew there was no backing away now. She didn't see this agreement as a punishment or as a soon to be negative experience in her life. She saw it as a new adventure.
