"I don't know, I thought you might forget about me." I said, staring at the floor almost shamefully. He sighed. "My love, you plagued my thoughts every second of every day I was without you. I could never forget you." - Lyra was born to be a warrior, fighting along Thor's side to the end, she was even destined to marry him. But her heart chose the most dangerous path: her heart fell for the silver-tongued prince with a tragic backstory and an unrelenting heart. Falling in love with an enemy, staying with him through all his hardships, seems to be her only problem. But when she figures out all her life she's been fed lies, about who she is and what she can do, she will hold the fate of the universe in her hands.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" The Winter Soldier asked. It was more of a demand than a question. His slick Russian words clinging to the air and settling into Jacklyn's ears. "I don't know, I don't care." She barks, peering through the scope of the gun. * * Jacklyn Roberts was born in 1920, a loving mother and loving father, until she was kidnapped by Hydra at six years old. She grows up to be a ruthless assassin known as the Rampage within Hydra. With her earthquake abilities she proves to be a valuable asset to Hydra, and grows more powerful by the day. But when she meets another soldier, someone else being tortured by the hand of Hydra, she realizes she's not alone, and she has other people to fight for.

I glare at him, yanking at the bonds. He laughs softly. "Oh princess, you're so delicate. Do not struggle, we wouldn't want you to break, would we?" He whispers. I snarl at him but he's right, I'm sick and weak at the moment and the cold rain isn't helping matters. I turn away, coughing and choking on blood, but swallow it quickly, not wanting anyone to know my state. He smirks slightly. "Why are you so cruel?" I ask curious at his behavior. In the Castle I was kept away from the outside world by my parents, who told me of the dangers that lurk in it. However the servants and the cooks, who lived outside the protective wall of the Castle, always seemed like good people. "Cruel," he scuffs. "I am not cruel. Your kind is. Sitting in your castle, while families starve, homes burned to the ground because the blasted taxes are too high to pay. Cruelty, my dear Princess, is a word you and your family are all too familiar with." His words felt like a slap in the face. He can not be speaking truth. The kingdom loves my parents and they would never allow their people to starve. #384 in Historical Fiction 3/27, #361 in Historical Fiction 3/28, #312 in Historical Fiction 3/30, #291 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #287 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #285 in Historical Fiction 4/10, #265 in Historical Fiction 4/24, #256 in Historical Fiction 5/7, #225 in Historical Fiction 5/13. #218 in Historical Fiction 5/15, #119 in Historical Fiction 5/17, #112 in Historical Fiction 5/26, #95 in Historical Fiction 5/27, #83 in Historical Fiction 5/31, #67 in Historical Fiction 6/1, #53 in Historical Fiction 6/15, #26 in Historical Fiction 6/23, #20 in Historical Fiction 6/25, #16 in Historical Fiction 6/26, #13 in Historical Fiction 7/2, #10 in Historical Fiction 7/8, #5 in Historical Fiction 7/10, #12 in Historical Fiction 9/2, #13 in Historical Fiction 9/4, #7 in Historical Fiction 9/5, #5 in Historical Fiction 9/6, #7 Historical Fiction 1/8