What Have I Done?! (Cenred)

[Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha]

She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that this was not right. Not right at all. Just two hours ago, she had been walking unknown woods supposedly on her way towards Camelot, and then suddenly there had been these men breaking from the underbrush, seizing her almost without a word. First she had thought them to be bandits, but they were no savages, however brutal they acted. No, their weapon were good, and they had horses, behind them had to stand a mighty master. That had eased her panic a little, as at first she had been strongly reminded of what had happened to her mother and brother, being slaughtered by mercenaries because of their obvious wealth. Yassia didn’t look wealthy at all, and those men looked soldiers commanded by some master. It just didn’t make any sense!

Or it DID make sense, but the sheer thought was so dreadful she put it away immediately in a far corner of her mind. She was so close to her destination, she could not be seized by her uncle’s long arm, reaching all the way across the continent and over the channel! It simply was ridiculous! Some terrible misunderstanding, that was all!
They had cast her over a horseback like a sack of flour, without any dignity at all. She didn’t look the princess part and therefore couldn’t expect such treatment, but this was working against all conventions of hospitality. She didn’t even know what she had done wrong, for crying out loud! And as she had been gagged and blindfolded, she neither could protest, nor actually say where they were headed.

She only could trust her hearing, and after two hours of the dull thumping of horsehooves on either grass or leafy ground, she suddenly was aware of crossing wood, and then the distinctive clacking of iron horsehoes on stone, echoing from some surroundings. A courtyard? Then Yassia had been dragged up stairs, always stumbling and roughly being jostled, and then, finally, she had been cast on the ground. It hurt as her knees scraped over straw covered stone, and she gasped and coughed as the gag reminded her annoyingly that sounds were forsaken to her.
Then… nothing. For a few moments no one spoke and she just heared moving around the room. Defiantly the princess lifted her head, as if she could see through the rag covering her eyes, staring forward.


Tag: Cenred
Timeline: s2 - s3 gap
Time of Day: midday-afternoon-ish? ^^

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Today Cenred was having one of those days where he should have just skipped the day. His plans for the invasion off Camelot were going slow though he knew that the invasion plans would take their own time to get right. Cenred was always armed wherever he went and today was no different, he carried two swords on his back the same swords that he had taken everywhere he went. The invasion was always on his mind these days, Cenred wanted every detail to be looked over and looked over again just to make sure that nothing went wrong.

Cenred was in his chambers when two knights entered. They had explained that they had captured a woman, this made Cenred smile he could have a lot of fun with this one indeed perhaps that this day had gotten better after all. Cenred looked out of his window when he spotted the horse that was carrying the young woman. Cenred decided that now would be the right moment to speak to this woman carrying a goblet of mead in his hands Cenred smiled as entered the throne room of his Castle. Taking a sip from the goblet Cenred sat down looking at the woman.

“So what do we have here wandering in my woods?” Cenred asked with an evil grin on his face, he of course was trying to intimidate the woman that had been captured trying to figure out just how much he would push her. “What shall I do with you then?” Cenred asked as he spoke out loud not really paying attention to the woman. Cenred fell silent as he waited for the woman to speak to him, he wanted to hear what she had to say if anything before he continued on. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Cenred asked.

[Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha]

Where had they brought her, where was she?! Yassia’s mind was racing two miles a minute as she tried to force the choking panic down that threatened to hold her in its iron grip. Stairs… and straw covered stone floor… she had to be in some sort of manor, or maybe even a small castle. But who did this land belong to?! Had she lost her way yet again? The people she had asked for direction earlier hadn’t said anything about a border she might unwittingly cross. Or had she been purposefully misled?! Had she been walking into some kind of trap? Was this place, wherever it was and whoever it belonged to associated with her uncle? But why?! And how?! Too many questions and no answers at all… that could drive the most stable spirit mad, now couldn’t it?!

Before she could reach any conclusion at all however, suddenly a male voice spoke, and almost at the same time, someone brutally ripped the blindfold from her eyes and then the nasty gag from her mouth, which sent Yassia momentarily spluttering and coughing, slightly bending over in the kneeling state she had been forced into. When her body had recovered, she quickly raised her head in an almost challenging way, squinting at the figure that was seated before her like a lord would on a throne. Now, didn’t this man have some nerve! Yassia could feel annoyance and her all-too-familiar quick temper washing away some of the panic and fear she felt. It was good, in a way, but she also had to watch out she would not let her temper get away with her, saying things she might regret shortly after. She was just too use with her words having no consequences for herself other than a slight reprimand, but this didn’t apply for the streets she was wandering. Here, and anywhere but Ailantha, she was a nobody… someone deeming themselves higher than herself could decided to crush her under his boot in a matter of seconds.

The slightly husky voice and the demeanor the man held himself with made Yassia think of a typical powerful villain, someone you really wouldn’t want to cross. And she now seemed to be at his mercy, with her hands still tied behind her back. She could see him now…but she’d rather not, since his evil smile was just too discouraging for comfort. But then, hadn’t she been in such a situation before and escaped from it?! Vortigern had tried to break her and had almost succeeded, but only almost. It yet remained to be seen what this man could want with her, but Vortigern had set fairly high standards in the past and they yet remained unmet.
What she had to do now was play innocent. Status was a powerful weapon, but in situations just as these, it could be as easily turned against yourself. Maybe there still was the slight chance that he knew nothing of who she was, and this was nothing but a horrible misunderstanding. Yassia would play the nomad for now, and see where it got her.


”Forgive me, Sir… I had no idea I was trespassing”, she started, cursing her slight accent and hoping to appear innocent and clueless. She WAS after all… she had no idea what this was all about. “I was on my way further north, and just passing through these woods. Had I known they belonged to you and you didn’t like people wandering through them, I would have chosen a different way.” Yassia didn’t like the humble act she had to swallow like a bitter pill, her pride had had some serious falls ever since she started towards Camelot, but there was still much of the view left that as a princess it just was not RIGHT to kneel before another man.