August 13, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katharina Black
Odeya woke with a start from a very scandalous dream involving a certain prince. She looked around searching for the source of the sound that disturbed her but it was near impossible in the dimly lit room. The sun was still asleep beneath the clouds and torches still burned brightly in the castle.
Suddenly, a cold feeling crept up her spine. One she got when she was being watched and she turned around a little too late as a hand grabbed her mouth and placed a dagger on her neck.
Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened even though she couldn't see much. She took a step back and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to defend herself but her attack was cut short when he spoke.
"Do anything stupid and the princess dies." He said in the tongue of the far islands.
Her mother was from the far lands and she was unfortunate enough to have been kidnapped and sold to Odeya's cruel father. She had her mothers black hair and white skin but instead of the black eyes of her mother, she took her father's grey cold eyes.
He had forced her mother to teach the men her tongue so that they could communicate secretly.
"Where is he?" She asked him in the same language.
He didn't answer but walked forward and placed a thick bag over her head then he bound her hands behind her. Odeya expected this already so she didn't bother to fight. He lifted her easily onto his shoulders and went out the window.
She wondered where the guards were and how they still hadn't seen them and raised any alarm. Her captor literally walked across the court yard without even looking to see if anyone was there. She figured that they must have slipped some sleeping tonic into their food, killing them would only raise unnecessary suspicions and whatever moves they wanted to make would be hindered.
He placed her on the horse in front of him and mounted behind her then rode off at light speed out of Stormhold. He rode northward after crossing the walls of Rothwell and she recorded it on her mind. A bag over her head did nothing to stop her from memorizing locations.
Thirty minutes after riding off the road and into the dense trees, he stopped and brought her down then walked a little further before pushing her down to sit on a tree stump.
Her wrist hurt from where he had tied them and the cold early morning air bit her skin. She could hear muffled voices around her but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Finally, the bag was taken off her head and she blinked to clear her vision.
The man sitted across from her bore a sardonic smile on his face. One she was used to seeing and had learned to ignore. He seemed pleased but at the same time there was anger in his eyes that he failed to conceal.
"Hello." She said, "Father."
A sly smile graced his lips and he leaned back on his chair. Lord Felfar Black of Bandos. Her father and sworn enemy.
"My darling daughter. Might I say you are as fair as a spring morning."
"Cut the crap. Where is my mother?" She asked struggling against the rope that bound her hands.
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A Kings Surrender
Historical Fiction"Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her n...
