After a few silent hours, we reach a small town. He drives us to a small hotel-like-place. He gently grasps my waist, setting me down on the ground before hopping over the side.
He grabs his scythe, casually swinging it over my shoulder, before tossing a coin to the stable hand,
"Bring it to the back entrance, and my horse better be treated well," he growls, glaring, "Don't touch anything," he adds, turning around, I give the poor scared boy a small, apologetic, smile before hurrying after Zack.
I catch up to him as he greets the owner, a portly, greasy man. He looks toward me, I shift slightly behind Zack,
"Never pegged you for the kind of man to get a whore for the night," he says nodding toward me with a chuckle. I flush with anger, opening my mouth to rebuke him.
"Shut the hell up," Zack growls, grabbing my arm and tugging me away. He storms straight to a room at the back, opening the door. "Wait here," he tells me sharply. I nod, stepping into the room. He slams the door shut behind me, and I jump slightly at the loud noise.
I glance around at the room. It's actually fairly large, with a kitchen, living room, and a single bed. I blush, looking at the single bed. I then glance toward the couch. I take a few slow breaths. It's okay, I can just sleep on the couch... it's okay. I sit down on the couch. A few moments later, Zack comes back in, holding some bags. I glance up at him nervously, he kicks the door closed and dumps the bags on the floor. He glances toward the bed,
"Fucking ass," he growls, looking down at me, "Stay here," he orders angrily, I nod slightly. He storms out the door again. I stand up, I should put away the bags... I start putting them away.
A moment later, the door creaks open, and the stable hand from earlier peeks his head inside, I smile warmly at him,
"Hey... um," he stumbles, I chuckle,
"Don't worry, go ahead and just say it. I won't bite," I tell him, still smiling warmly.
"Your horse... is acting a bit strangely. I'm having trouble getting her to calm down," he says nervously. I nod, and grab a pen and paper, scribbling a quick note to Zack,
"Let me come see?" I ask, and he nods, relieved. I follow him out to the barn, the bay horse is resisting being dragged into a stall by five stable hands. I quickly hurry over, the bay looks at me stubbornly. I gently rub her nose. The stable hands stop tugging, I gently hook my fingers under the halter. "Come on sweet thing... you deserve some rest," I tell her softly, and I slowly walk her into the stall, gently taking off the halter. I rub her ears, "there you are girl," I tell her, and lightly rub down her neck, across her back before slipping out of the stall. The stable hand closes it with a relieved sigh,
"Thanks," he says quietly, I smile,
"Sure, anytime," I hand him the halter, "Please make sure she's well fed?" I ask hopefully, he nods eagerly. I walk back to the room quickly.
I let out a soft sigh of relief when I realize Zack isn't there yet. I grab the note I left and crumple it up before tossing it in the trash. I then continue to put away the bags.
A few minutes later, Zack bursts into the room, cursing colorfully.
"Damn it, we can't get a damn room change," he growls ragefully.
"It's okay, I can just sleep on the couch," I tell him softly. He lets out a small growl of rage again.
"Get your damn ass on the bed," he snarls at me. I hesitate but obey. I sit down nervously on the bed, Zack tosses his scythe on the table before flopping onto the couch. "I have a meeting with some people later, wake me when they come. You can sleep too, but wake me up once they get here," he orders, I nod slightly.
"O-Okay," I mumble, and a minute later, the soft sound of his snoring fills the room.
I slowly crawl under the covers, watching Zack.
His black hair seems unkept and in need of a trim. He breaths easily, and seems relaxed, but there's a certain tenseness to it. I tilt my head slightly, remember the voids that are his eyes. They seemed to suck in everything, even light, without ever giving up any emotion or... anything. Curiosity burns slightly in my chest. I touch my necklace's charm again, gently holding onto it. I slowly fall asleep, staring curiously at Zack.
I wake up to someone knocking on the door. I quickly stand, rushing over to Zack, I shake him, fearful.
"Th-there's someone at the door," I hiss quietly, still groggy.
"What?" he growls at me as he wakes up,
"Someone's at the door," I hiss again, still shaking him. He swings his legs over to set his feet on the floor and he stands up, grabbing his scythe,
"Go sit on the damn bed," he mutters, and I rush to obey, brushing back my [H/L] (hair length) [H/C] (hair color) hair out of my eyes.
He opens the door,
"EH MAN! HEARD YOU GOT A WHORE!" someone shouts, shoving past a very grumpy Zack, the tall man's blue eyes fall on me and he smirks, "Why hello," he says with a grin. I glare at him,
"This is Marvin," Zack grumbles,
"That's the name," Marvin says, winking at me, "What's yours? 'Cause I'd LOVE to buy ya for a night," he says winking.
At that point, I can't help it, I stand up, cross the room, and smack him. Hard.
"I. AM. NOT. A. WHORE." I snap angrily. I hear Zack chock on laughter as Marvin stares at me in shock, holding his slapped cheek.
"Guess I don't have to stand up for you," Zack chuckles. I storm back to the bed, sitting down with a glare.
"Well then... where'd you come from?" Marvin asks, I hesitate,
"I was targeted because of my father's debt. Zack saved me," I murmur softly, looking up at Marvin cautiously. Marvin nods.
"Heh. Lucky that's all. Normally we get kids running from that damn king," Marvin grumbles. Yeah... you're talking about my dad...
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Kingdom Come
Sonstiges[Y/N] is the princess of the Gardener Kingdom, but when her carriage is attacked, she finds herself with the wanted murderer, Isaac (Zack) Foster. As she masquerades as a simple peasant, she finds herself no longer fearing Zack, and realizing more a...
