The Scarred Kingdoms

Chapter 2

It was dark, wait, that was just because she was bound and with a makeshift blind fold covering her eyes. Esme, having been in situations like this before, used her other senses to try and determine where in hell she was. It smelled...unlike anything she had ever smelled before. It stank of men, like the training area, but had the fresh smell of the courtyard all rolled in one. Esme, Asmya's greatest assassin, had no clue where the fuck she was. Grunting at the pain in her head and on her side, Esme tried to roll over, using her bound hands best she could. Even with her eight years of extensive training, she was no closer to getting the knots undone than she was when she woke to find them bound over 10 minutes ago. She heard a small snort, and instinctively stopped all movement. "Don't bother, I woke up four hours ago and still haven't gotten them off yet." Said a familiar silky voice. "You too then, huh?" Esme heard Sol grunt In what could have been a restrained chuckle. "Got any clue where we are?" She wondered to the man beside her. "One of the fancy carriages sent by the king. Got to give it to him, you got any idea's on how these things move with no horses?" Esme let out an ageitated huff and spoke "We were betrayed, captured and are about to be handed over to the king, and yet THIS is what you think about?!" Then sighing she states "Plus...I have matter to believe that he has personally Wielders  for his dirty work." Silence, Esme's own harsh breathing calming even as Sol's breathe quickened. "Wielders? But magic was outlawed six years ago! The king ordered every Wielder to be found and brought to him." Sol questioned, in a whisper, as if afraid that he would be heard talking about the forbidden practice and persecuted. Not that it would matter, she thought, they were all ready dead in her book. Even talk of magic would put you in the stocks on a good day, and the gallows on a bad one. Esme instead asked "How do you know we are in the kings carriage?" She heard Sol chuckle and could practically hear the smile in his voice as he said "Unlike you, I have a wonderful face and the guards decided not to cover mine up." Esme huffed, and straightened to a sitting position, her back against what felt the carriage wall. Esme didn't take his words to heart, she knew they were false. Esme was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. She had naturally gray eyes, that in a certain light, or when she was mad could be mistaken as a molten silver. Her face was stunning, full red lips and tiny nose without a blemish in sight. Her hair though, that was what gave her away as the most beautiful person many will have ever seen. It was a startling white, like moonlight against a sandy beach. It shined like the stars in the night sky and flowed like a water fall, cascading down her back in natural waves. That kind of look gave you a standard, and...opportunities. With everyone distracted by your disarming face, they would hardly notice a pick pocket, or to be frank, a quick knife to the ribs. So, Esme just swatted her bound hands in the general direction of Sol and smiled as she felt a sickening crunch of bone under her hands. "Now shut up and get this blindfold of me!" She snarled, in an almost animalistic way.

Hiya! Soo sorry for the long wait and quick chapter, but I had a shoot ton of homework that needed to get done and I haven't been writing anything lately! Bye love you and hoped you enjoyed.