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Post by Alistair on Aug 23, 2010 1:39:07 GMT -5
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This was the last time he dealt with princess. He did not care what the stakes became, this was the last time he would kidnap one, and he sure as hell was not going out of his way to rescue one should the day arise when he got another vision. Had his plan not relied on another man taking her back safely to the castle he'd had sent her on her way right this moment.
He didn't actually like the idea of her in the same room as war lords and slightly pervy kings who would seek to take advantage of her. Where was her father? If Princesses did this, what the hell did kings do besides hunt down innocent Druids? He wondered what sort of man, let his daughter lead the kingdom rather then himself. Then again, Alistair had kidnapped HER, and here SHE was speaking to HIM like SHE was the one in charge.
"Ready to fetch some more water from the river?" He said just to anger her and turn the tables. They did not need it, and if she pitched a big enough princess fit he would not even make her. he was just trying to get a rise out of her now. Make her go from this princess anger, were she was so collected to the ranted anger were he was the one in control.
Besides, Rilan would be arriving soon. He should have been back before this, and Alistair did not want her here while Marc explained to the man what had happened. Rilan hated nobles, and when he found out a noble traded his grain (even if it had been a good trade) there would be hell to pay.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 22, 2010 23:56:44 GMT -5
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It did not help that everything she said was something he already knew. How had she known how to do anyway? How much they could trade with, and what to ask for? What if she was wrong? Rilan would kill them then. If she made a good trade, he would just be bitter and angry. Either way, Alistair knew he needed to make sure she was not around when Rilan found out.
The way she spoke to him, almost seemed as if she was talking down to him. She was such a princess! Was that how she knew to trade? No. Princess' didn't trade things, they though around money and made people play with their hair! Who was the one in charge here? "I had everything, under control." He lied, his deep voice carrying an annoyed ring to it. "You could have only escalated it. Did you think of that?"
He knew she did not know the things he knew, and he had not told her. What would she do if he told her of the dreams he'd been having of her? Would she even understand them, or would she just tell him he was lieing? No. better not to tell her, it was hard enough trying to guess her next moves when she was reacting to just this; adding more danger might make her panic and do something . . . . princess like and stupid.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 21, 2010 23:33:12 GMT -5
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Alistair stayed were he was while she named her price, and the leader of the men thought it over. He knew things were turning in their favor but he had to remain calm and not get cocky or they would turn out of their favor. Finally the man spoke, agreeing with the trade. As Alistair did not want the princess going closer tot he men, he picked up and edged of the cloth and used it to pour the grain in the bag so he could be the one to move closer in for the trade.
He handed over the grain, and did not let go of it until they were also heading over the tools and leather agreed upon. It seemed simple enough. One of things they traded for was the axe. A took useful for cutting up fallen trees for firewood, and intimidating visitors. While he sat the other goods down, beside him the axe remained in his hand, and by his side. He knew it was not his to keep but, for the moment he was going to use it.
"It's been a please," the leader lied as he turned to walk away. A few of the men backed up a few steps before turning their backs on them. Alistair remained where he was until they were at the woods edge, and then he backed up closer tt he fire. Once they were out of sight he sat down, still watch the woods. "Everyone stay close until the others get back." He looked over at Marc who was relaxing some.
After a few long moments, he looked over at the princess. Oh yes. It was time for one more talk before Rilan got him. Standing once again, he walked over to her, took her by the arm and dragged her a few feet away from the fire sot hey would not be over heard. "I believe I told you not to speak." He reminded her, granted, she had helped (or done all on her own) keep this from turning into a fight but still. An order was an order.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 21, 2010 11:02:41 GMT -5
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The leader, Rourke, seemed slightly annoyed she has not spoken to him. Alistair was slightly amused, good girl, he thought wondering if he was rubbing off on her or if the was part of her plan. He didn't know what she was doing but far be it from him to step in now. He still was displeased she had spoken up but it was starting to appear like it would not turn into a fight. Like she might make the trade. Rilan would be the only fight ahead, but Alistair knew how to handle his own. "And what would you be wanting, if not furs, for this? You spoke of tools or leather?"
Being amused did not mean he was not still on edge, and had dropped his guard. There was the slight sound of movement in the woods and for a moment Alistair's attention was on that before Rouke's word drew him back. "Perhaps silence would be payment enough?" He was hinting that he knew something. It was not uncommon for nomads to try to blackmail Druids. "If we were what you suggest, we could have just used magic to kill you and take what we needed." Alistair finally spoke trying to to play it off. Most non-Druids just assumed that Druids could just wave their hands and do anything. It took years of training to learn to do things, others just assumed everyone knew. "I just assumed living here, you were hiding something." They were. "Perhaps you should assume less."
One of the men suddenly turned to the woods and drew his sword. The others seemed uneasy, as they were just picking up on something. "Mistress, name your price and we will be on our way." Alistair dropped on his haunches beside her, showing he was not afraid they would attack. That seemed to make the men a bit more edgy, knowing he was no longer afraid. It seemed that with the sounds in the woods the tables had turned. Alistair looked over at the princess, waiting to see her next move.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 19, 2010 11:42:19 GMT -5
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Rilan was going to have a fit. Alistair knew that was coming just as he knew he could not stop it. The day was not even half over and already more had happen then what would happen in his normal week. In the space of a few hours he'd gone from wanting to hit a woman (something he'd never done before), shake her senseless, kiss her (which he'd done), and here he was back at the wanting to shake her part.
When she kissed him and walked away he was half sure she was going to make a run for it. He could not chase her with these men here. The strangers gave a soft almost mocking laugh as she walked away and Alistair's eyes narrowed and tightened on them. When he found her, (if she had really run away) he was going to do a slight more then shake her! She could not have made him look anymore LESS in charge of this marriage then she already had. Had this been real he'd had have to show her who was boss. Dragging her to bed would be a good way to do it. But she was NOT his wife, and he had to keep his hands off. "Tell me, friend, how does one come to have a wife as beautiful as yours?"
Alistair recrossed his arms while watching the leader closely, once again saying nothing. Seeming to understand that Alistair was not going to answer him, the men spent the rest of the time with locked gases. By the time the princess had returned things where just as intense as before she had left. Rouke's hand was back on his sword, his men were edgy, Marc now hand his hand a half inch from the bowel of power and Alistair had gone deadly still. "Ah, Mistress, you're back at last." Rouke spoke up, watching bring the bag closer, his eyes went to the house for a long moment before back to her. Alistair didn't like it, he didn't like them knowing where to find more. (He was also rather glad to see she had NOT run away. It saved him the trouble of chasing her down, dragging her back, and threatening to beat her).
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Post by Alistair on Aug 18, 2010 23:19:36 GMT -5
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Alistair did not care if he was being rude, he knew all to well how nomads and drifters thought and worked. He was more of a loner but there had been times when he would travel with others. It was easier to get things, and not be over taken that way. You were more likely to get what you wanted when you held the upper hand. In fact, Alistair was beginning to wonder on their timing. How completely random of travelers to find the hidden village here. One of them must be a scout. He would have watched them, from afar and saw the others go hunting? Could they be luck, or smart in their timing of things?
Alistair let her do the talking, she seemed to be doing more good then he had been. Not bad for a Princess. The leader's hand had drifted away from his sword, though Alistair knew it would not take much to bring it right back. He was willing to admit that she was helping--at the moment--however he still wished she had just blended int he background. What if there were others in this pack of men? What if the spoke to a passerby of the beautiful woman they had seen? Or even noticed she looked nothing like a farmer's wife? She was the key to their undoing; and apparently the key to getting out of this safely as well. Damn if he let her, and damned if he didn't.
"We have some tools we can part with. They are easy to acquire." By stealing, and killing those who have what you want, Alistair thought, "We have some leather, but no thread and cloth. Furs would be better, mistress." The man pressed, and took a step closer to her. Alistair in kind, dropped his hand to her hip and pulls her closer to him; as well as inching ever so slightly forward. The leader seemed to understand and held up his hands while stepping backwards. "As I said, we mean you no harm." Yet there was something, slightly defiant in the man's voice; but wither it was from just tired of repeating himself, wary of the danger, or lieing Alistair did not know.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 18, 2010 17:09:32 GMT -5
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Alistair saw the man's hand resting close to his sword, and from the edge of his vision he could see Marc shifting forward more. Marc might be injured and unable to do much good but Druids had more then one way to win a fight. Alistair was planning things out in his mind, which ones would charge at him, which would try to over take Marc, and which would follow the women and children if they ran. He tried to plan out in his mind, quickly, on how to give the others time to get away, find Rilan and be safe. The leader, and the one with the axe might be the hardest to bring down but the one--
"Let's not be hasty, dear,", Alistair felt her hand on his and looked down at her, trying to hide the promise of murder from his gaze. Had he not JUST warned her to NOT speak up? She was going to get them killed. He could not however, man handle her with the men watching. She was supposed to be one of them after all. With the child in her arms, and standing beside him, it would seem like this was his family. Something he had not been apart of in a long time. It was surprising how that thought, came to him in the mist of this danger.
Alistair looked back at the men, watching for any signs of trouble, while remaining silent. "And what would the mistress of this farm be wanting, in return?", the leader questioned her with an edge to his voice, as if trying to see who she was in the mist of things. It would not be hard to notice who pure and unmarked her skin was; how unused to the sun it looked. Alistair reached his free hand up to rest it half way between her neck and shoulder. It was a clear message to the visitors. This is mine.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 16, 2010 23:21:40 GMT -5
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They were about to 'possibly' be attacked and she was removing her clothing?! It took him a moment to catch on to what she was doing. . . . She was playing along! He would have grinned if things were not so intense. He heard the foots steps but waited til they were closer to turn from her and the children to look over at the visitors. It would appear like he had not heard them approach.
None of them looked like the men in his dream, and he felt the weight come off his body. It was not time yet. There were six of them, all but one of them were men; the other was a boy who looked as if he had not seen enough winters to be called a man yet.
The man out front, wore leather pants, and furs over his chest, and the others were dress alike him. Some carrying weapons, and some carried what looked like herb pouches, and sliver chains. One even had an axe (something that would come in handy here), strapped to his back. Nomads. Not necessarily druids, they did not seen the type. Nothing about this village would suggest it was a druid filled land, until you saw the magic worked. They would think they were just poor farmers, and be on their way quickly. Dangerous still, as they were outnumbered. If it turned into a fight, things would get ugly.
The druid from their village, Marc, leaned forward letting his hands hang down over his knees so he was casually closer to the black power near the fire.
Alistair took a few steps closer, so there was distance between the visitors and the others. He said nothing, letting them speak first. "I am called Rourke," Alistair watched as the man, the leader of them, seemed to look over the few that were here. "We mean you no harm, we have come to ask if you wish to trade. We are travelers." Which meant they were never in one place long enough to grow food, they would want to take some of what Rilan and his family grew. Alistair was a traveler as well, so he was not sure how much he should hold back. "I am not the keeper of these lands. You shall have to return on another day, and make your dealings with him."
"We plan to be gone by then. Surely you can make a trade in his stead. We will offer something in return." Alistair watched as one of them jestered to the fur he wore, "We are able to hunt, we have no need of furs." The man appeared to be growing annoyed, and Alistair could tell if he did not make some sort of trade things would get dangerous. Why had he not seen this coming? His dreams always warned him if a fight was coming his way with the odds like this. It was as if the powers that forced them on him had felt there was no danger here, yet he knew things were wound so tight that the next words could draw blood.
"Surely there is something you need? You should take a look at the furs again." The man said, his hand coming to rest near his sword. Food was hard to come by in most parts, men were willing to fight and die for something as small as grain. While Alistair knew there was some extra for trading, he was not sure how much and for what to trade it. He was nomad his own self and lived off the land. Marc was a nomad as well, who was only staying in the village until he had healed from a run in with Camelot's knights.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 16, 2010 1:07:45 GMT -5
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Alistair watched her more then he should. He knew he should be watching the surrounding woods, and he was, just not as closely as he should. If this had been a quick trip he could have focused, but with her slow progress he had to much time to fill with thinking. Maybe tonight he would not have to bind her, she would be to tired. After a night of sleep they both would be over this? Yeah, maybe this whole thing was just from lack of sleep.
He became alert when he heard feet. Running. Soft feet, light; a child. With that thought, Mae ran to them. "I was jus' comin' to fetch you!" She was out of breath and trying to talk, "My brother 'ad a vision! Visitors are comin'!" "Friend or foe, Mae?" Alistair asked her, with concern in his voice. Where these the men he'd seen hurt the princess? "Strangers. Is all we know. Not knights." She added on.
Alistair reached over and grabbed the bucket with one hand the Princess' arm with the other, dragging them both with him as he quickly followed Mae to the clearing that hid the village. He let Mae get a little ahead of them before speaking. "I warn you now, Princess. You say anything to give away who you are, or endanger these people here you will not see home for a month, and this life will look like heaven compared to what I will do to you." He warned, and knew he should promise to kill her, but could not. Damn that one kiss.
He pulled her to the fire, and sat the bucket down beside her. "Mae, bring your brothers!" The other man, a nomad who had stayed behind to help watch the children ran up to the fire and sat down a bowel of black powder near the fire. He gave Alistair a nod (one Alistair returned) before leaning back to casually sit. Trying to look relaxed.
When Mae brought her brothers to him, he picked the smallest one (who could not be more then three) and handed him to the princess. Then he sat the two boys on either side of her. Mae sat on the floor near her feet. "I wish father was here!" She said, slightly frightened. Alistair knelt down to look in her face, "Mae, I'd have seen it if they came to hurt you." He reminded her, in comfort before looking up at the princess. Knowing that he had seen others hurt her. He was hoping they would mistake her for the their mother, or sister, or another druid; but looking at her gown he knew they would notice it's fine material. With a soft growl he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to her. "Put it on! Now!" He was on edge, and he only hoped she obeyed.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 23:11:17 GMT -5
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Why did he have to be the bad guy? Alistair did not know he was echoing her own thoughts as he watched her by the river. He had not said anything while they walked. If she need to stop, he silently stopped with her, if she needed to so slower, or faster he did so silently. When they reached the river he watched her, and wondered about his dreams. He knew the event was growing closer, it could be but hours away or it could be a day or two but no more. After today, there would be no more trips to the river for her. He'd warn Rilan about letting Mae go alone as well.
After she'd filled the bucket he thought about kicking it over again. There would be soap lining the inside of it. He gave a sharp sigh before picking up the bucket and pouring it out a foot or so away from her and sitting it back down. "You didn't rise out the soap." He'd let her rise out the bucket.
He knew he should offer to carry it, to be nice. It was clear she was not used to this and she would be in pain from all the work her body was not used to. Still, he did not. The wall he held between them was thin, and he was not going to break it. He had to keep her safe, and do his part in this. Dallying with the princess, would only drop his guard.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 22:24:09 GMT -5
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FINALLY she finished that one task. Alistair watched her stretch for a moment before using his foot to kick over the dirty water bucket. He had made sure not to kick it so she got wet, but only because he knew that she had a temper and he did not want to fight more then he needed to with her. Let her hate him, fear him; but not fighting with him for two more whole days.
He was not in the mood to talk more so he basically just said, "River," in a commanding tone, as a way of telling her what he wanted. He knew she would understand since he had told her they would do this. This new trip would not even be her last of the day. If everyone drank all the water she would have to make one more tonight before they ate the last meal of the day.
He was not going to help her this time, he was only going to stand over and let her work her self into being to tired to run away. It would do her some good to know how the servants lived everyday. He didn't like being mean to her, but he was slightly afraid to be nice to her again. He did not want her to have that power over him. Her kiss had been like fire, consuming and he did not want her to know it's effect of him.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 21:44:25 GMT -5
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Alistair looked up from where he was watching her and watched the men load up their weapons, most of them home made, and start to head out. It was clear that Rilan was uneasy about leaving the children with her here but Alistair knew Rilan was one of the best hunters in this village. Not as good as Alistair, but good enough to keep his family fed. Had the princess not been here, Alistair would have gone hunting with them. Earned his keep here, but he had promised Rilan some of the gold earned from this.
The plan had been simple before the kiss. Alistair would do the dirty work; kidnap the girl and baby sit her for a few days. He would be the one to get blamed for it, and he would even pretend it was a one man act. It wasn't. His 'partner in crime' would be the one who went out and got the gold, and confirm that the random was paid. The other man would never revel his part in this.
Once the men had left the clearing, Mae ran up to them. However, as she passed by Alistair he reached down and caught her arm. "No Mae. I have given your father my word you would not make friends with her. Go enjoy your day with your brothers." Mae looked up at him, and she begged, "Please! I wont tell him!!" He shook his head, and spoke in a more commanding tone, "Go to your brothers." Mae looked over at the princess with an pleading look before turning and walking away. Alistair thought again, how he was the villain in this, he'd known he would be so but did not know if it liked it. Still, one man's villain was another's freedom fighter. And he was fighting for the druids, not for one little girl's approval.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 21:18:27 GMT -5
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Yup, the lad was up to something. Alistair reach over to his cup and and took a last drink before passing it over to the lad. "Enjoy." He said before getting up, to leave. As he did ht used his hip to knock the table some, so the ale slashed out onto the table, some even falling between the cracks, landing on the lad's pants. Perfect.
Alistair was a hunter, not a fighter. He knew the every sound, and scent, and sight of the woods and roads he traveled. He learned to tell when an animal was approaching, or a man. The scent of the ale on the clothing, would arm him if the lad followed him into the woods. With that pleasing thought, Alistair turned to walk out of the pub, and into the night.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 21:06:25 GMT -5
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He'd let her do it. Alistair did not move he saw she did, and took the slap since he knew it earned it. He would not allow another. He stood were he was and looked down at her, the pain from his cheek helping his resolve more and more. It was not a very painful blow thought it did hurt allot. He knew at this point, not only Mae but Rilan and the others were watching them. The smacking sound of skin hitting skin almost echoed in the small clearing.
He knew this was all they could ever be between them. "You need to stop playing, and finish the morning chores, Princess. We still have another trip to the river to make." He said it in a harsh tone, letting the walls go up again between them. Mae's presence had allowed them to fall. Maybe having the child around was a bad idea, neither of them could be harsh and ice when she was around.
He walked a few steps backwards but did not sit. Just stood there over her, waiting for her to get started again. He crossed his arms and looked up at Rilan. A look pasted between them and Alistair left here there to cross over to speak to him, thought he keep a close eye on her. After a short conversation Alistair returned to stand over her, his body blocking out the sunlight as he stood there.
he had agreed to help one of the other men from the group watch the children while the men went hunting. He'd also promised to keep them away from the princess. No more making friends in which she would have to kill one day.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 20:39:51 GMT -5
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And he just kept going. And not the going away, just talking going. Alistair had all but brushed him off, and the little tike did not seem to get the idea that he was not wanted. Then again from the bold way he spoke to him, Alistair was willing to guess that this 'Tam' had gotten the idea but was ignoring it. Alistair was used to ignoring people but not used to being the one who was ignored.
When the bold little brat called him to unclean to be a knight, he glared at the child. The 'boy' was to young to have grown the man features and still had the softeness in his face that only young children and women had. "Did you have need of this table?" He asked, since he would not go away, "If you do then I can leave you to it."
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 20:20:46 GMT -5
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He had started calling her princess to annoy her, liking that he could get some sort of reaction out of the block of ice he had stolen away. Even a while ago he had felt sorry any man that would marry her. Now he did not like the thought of another man in her life. It angered him to know he would hear of her wedding one day, and that another man would be the one by her sit on the wedding night. Poor bastard, he had called him. Ironic.
"Why not," He asked her, still not feeling like him self, "Perhaps we both need the reminder of who you are." Part of him liked calling her princess now, not to annoy her but to have something no one else would have her. Others would call her my lady, or some other noble title but none would call her princess as if it was her name. it was childish, but it was something he did not plan to stop. Who knew, maybe once he returned her to her father then anytime she heard the word she would think of him.
"This can mean nothing." He knew he had to push her away now, but it felt wrong to do so. He knew he needed to summon the words to ruin everything, he looked back at Mae and the druids before turning to face her once again, "Now when you speak with the other nobles, and they speak of dallying with the servants you can one up them." He told her hoping it bough back the ice and anger in her. He did not want to have to say more, and hurt either of the more. This was hard enough. Her ice was easier to deal with then her passion. Once he could ignore, and the other would bring him to his knees.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 20:08:11 GMT -5
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When a little shadow fell into the seat across him Alistair (who was a still man anyway) paused, becoming almost like stone. His eyes just stayed on the . . . . boy's face, not moving at all. As the young man talked and talked; Alistair just sat there staring at him. He knew better then to brush off this lad as just the friendly sort, times where hard and often times people got desperate. Had he not been just so once?
"Go home to your mama, boy." He said in a very deep, calm voice that carried an accent of a traveler. Belonging no where, but to the land. Alistair did not plan to stay long, he was traveling out of the kingdom tonight before someone had to much drink and either told the wrong people about him, or started asking to many questions, or worse . . . go to bold and wanted to prove themselves. Alistair did not come here to fight and draw attention to himself.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 19:45:31 GMT -5
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Mae was the only one who seemed to get some sort of enjoyment out of this moment. To be fair to the child however, They had just been teasing each other about marriage and things. It would seem things had gotten slight out of hand . . . . or perhaps more the slightly. He took a few more deep breaths, and looked back at the princess. She had pulled away quickly and he knew she was in as much shock as he was.
Her face was red and he wanted to reach over and sooth whatever emotion made women do that. "Mae," he said with his voice deeper then it was a moment ago, rougher. "Your father and the men are about to hunting. You are not going to want them to see you here. Go play. Come back when they are away." Mae gave a gasp and looked back at her father then giggled and ran over to her brothers.
He had really wanted a moment alone with the princess. He waited until Mae was away before looking over at her, still down on his haunches. "Princess," He used her title as an endearment rather then insult this time. He still was unsure about what to say, how to explain he was still in change and keep her fearful of him. He did not want her afraid of him, but he knew it would be safer for her. He just needed to find the will to ruin everything he had gained right here.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 18:38:52 GMT -5
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Alistair watched as Vaughn started the climb, "I do not plan to die here." Not where she would find him. "You should be the one to worry. All that ego must be heavy." Alistair warned him in a joking way. He waited until Vaughn was up the wall enough that there would be space between them, and then started his own climb near were he was standing. Alistair was not used to wearing armor, much less climbing in it, but he was a strong sort and was able to make the climb.
They were only going up a few stories, so the climb was not very high, but took effort all the same. The walls were not meant to be climbed. Alistair came to an window and pushed on it, finding it unlocked. He gave a mental thanks to whatever servant had not locked it and climbed though it. Looking around he paused . . . he was in some sort of storage closet.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 15, 2010 18:17:07 GMT -5
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Alistair was normally a man who was serverly aware of his surroundings. Spending every night in the woods, alone meant you had to become so; be be constantly robbed and attacked. You learned to sleep light (which wasn't hard when you were constantly awakened by death dreams), and notice every sound, smell and trail sign. It was why he was one of the best hunters around. Other might take him in swords fights, or be smarter but Alistair was best at hunting.
In this moment he was lost to anything else. The only sounds were the ones she might have made, the only scents were of her, and he could think beyond the pleasure of of her softness. He ran his fingers into her hair, and angled her head so he might have better access.
He deeped the kiss for a long moment, letting him self explore the heaven of her, before pulling back and staring into her face. He looked slightly shocked at what had just happened. It was then the sounds of childish laughter broke though to him. Looking over at Mae he could see she had enjoyed the moment. Alistair who had trouble thinking of things to say in the best of moments was lost at what to say in this moment.
This would complete everything.
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