SLAVE OF THE HEART

Princess Protection Program: Extraction

Thanks to Prince Rajab, Princess Vasheronne was saved.

It wasn't as easy as Rajab made it seem though.

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The buzzer went off, signaling that whoever had been held captive was out of the prison.

Grabbing her hand, he tried to get her out. She looked dumb-founded. He threw her over his shoulder and made a run for it just as he threw something behind him. Vashronne saw a uniform and a few things he had on burst into flames. His nametag was in the room, and she watched as the fire got contained within the glass walls.

He got past security without getting spotted and dashed for the thick forest cover.

They heard whistles and all sorts of alarms all round them. This made him run even faster. Vasheronne's mind started to wake up and she tried to wriggle out of the hold he had.

She started to thump against his back. She was unable to talk. Fear paralyzed her. All she could do was hit him while making angry noises.

"Shut up, you'll get us caught!"

Vasheronne froze, seeing searchlights behind them. He heard them too, and he slipped into a small space near a river as the men ran past. He lowered Vasheronne to the ground before pulling out a device and turning it on.

She looked at him in worry, wondering if he was gonna use it to kill them all. He stole a look at her then grinned at her trying to ease her worries before continuing with his efforts.

He spoke as he looked at it's screen. "This is what's gonna save us."

He pressed something  and right in the middle of the river, a hole opened up. Vasheronne's eyes widened in shock.

"Can you walk?" he asked as he stuffed his device into the pocket. She nodded, and took a step forward only to fall.

"I am guessing not," he realized. Before she could yell at him over anything, he was running through the banks, into the river and down the hall. The hole closed itself as she felt her energy drain out of her. The freezing water stopped falling in.

He had her in his arms. Her head on his chest.

"Wrap your hands around my neck Vasheronne."

She did that and relaxed against his chest. Her eyes shut as she started to fall asleep. He looked down at her and sighed. He hurried forward, walking faster because he knew she was freezing. She had come from a much warmer place.

After walking briskly for about ten minutes, he came across the assigned car. He spoke to it.

"Prince Rajab of Leicesteg."

"Voice accepted.Good evening Prince Rajab of Leicesteg, is the mission complete?"

"Yes. Door open."

The door opened and he put Vasheronne in the back seat before opening his and getting in. He started the car and drove off down the tunnel.

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She woke up, feeling warmer. She could see this room had walls of, well, walls. It was simply but tastefully furnished.

She could see the sun setting and she turned to see the guy who had saved her walking into the room. He looked up and their eyes met and held.

"How do you feel?" he asked, coming closr to her. She drew back, flinching as she remembered how Siva had given her a false sense of security.

She should have known that it was not gonna end well for her.

"Princess Vasheronne, stop..."

She drew away again as he sat on the chair near the bed. He could see she looked afraid, terrified even.

"I know you are probably terrorised by the idea that i kidnapped you, but believe me, you are safe here. You are at the Winter Palace in Leicesteg."

Her eyes widened as she looked around, nodding her head. She was afraid to speak. The last time she did, some pervert Baron stole her and tried to kill her. Or had his Foreman attempt to kill her.

"Can you talk?" he asked, watching her looking round the room. "Do you like it?"

She nodded.

"Don't worry, you are safe here. No one will ever get to hurt you again."

He wanted to draw her into his arms but he couldn't. He knew it would take a while for her to trust anyone. If what he heard was true about where she had been, then it was going to take more than just saving her.

Author's note: i am sorry, i hope this looks good. it is so cold here, my feet are F R O Z E N.