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Her hand came up to his wrist and pulled slightly on it. He knew he asked her to speak; but he did not trust her to not scream. He could feel the adrenaline hitting his system as the escape started; and he didn't even know where he was to escape from. It would not matter; he was leaving as soon as he discovered who was behind it so he knew from where this attack came form.

He let her pull his hand from her lips but he grabbed her wrist in an almost painful manner and held it from her body; so she could not reach for any hidden weapons. "If you scream; you're dead." He hold her in a low threatening tone; and loosened his grip on her neck to allow her to speak. "Speak!" He cared not for any emotions that could be faked on her face; for right now he only cared as to why he was here.

One moment she was clinging to him in a way that suggested thing; the next she was ill behind Camelot's plans and then next; she was calling his expression a bloody annoyingly girl word! Alistair made sure to return his face to the expressionless mask he often wore; to avoid being called the child like word. Her vocabulary was well into twenty times his; and she decided that cute was fitting?

She reached for his hand and started to pull him deeper into the garden but after a few steps he held firm; refusing to let her pull him any further. "Go. I will find you in a moment." He told her; knowing how uncomfortable she must be with having just been sick. He would collect a glass of water; to help her remove the taste from her lips; and then attempt a conversation with her; about this illness.

[You win. NO romance. Just gross facts.]

"I lost both my parents to magic." Alistair had not known that' but it changed nothing. "And I both mine by royalty." Alistair blame was not a river, that it could not flow just one way. Still; innocents were dying and no one cared enough to stop it. Isadora claimed his man would be different; but Alistair had yet to see it. He trusted her enough to let her trust still his actions.

"And how many mothers and fathers were killed at the hands of magic." "Many." He countered in a tone that almost did not care for the loss he spoke of. "They have your protection. The same protection you with hold from Druids, and others. The people who need it as well; hell if not more." He's said this same thing to Isadora before. Alistair did not talk often but a few topics caused him to refrain from being silent. He could not hold his tongue while people died; and he could help them.


"Why was it you kidnapped either of them to begin with." "She was close to you." Alistair had not even learned her name before taking her; "And I wanted the kingdom's embarrassment and attention." Both of which he had earned; and used the best way he knew how. "The servant was a mistake and we sent her back. How would you have done it? Protected your people?"

"Well, it's definitely your child...it hates twirling too." Alistair had put her down when she demanded; and watched as she spun around and gotten sick (thankfully) some place he could not see. "Bloody hell woman!" He wasn't sure what brought this on but it did not look good. Was she sick or was this a baby thing he was not meant to understand! He didn't even know HOW to ask if she was ill or if it was the baby. She'd blamed the baby, but did that mean the baby was sick?!

Hadn't he heard the braggings of this kingdom's doctor? Some old man who had been working in this place since the dawn of time? Then he remembered the last queen died, and he knew they could not trust the old Pendragon doctor. No; he needed one he could trust. He needed a Druid doctor. Someone who knew things; and could do the job right.

[Very romantic. Clearly I am the romantic one between us and you are the awkward one I give you what women want and you puke at my feet.]

"Tell the truth now," When she turned her head away from him; Alistair followed her jaw line to reach her neck and start a slow descent. "Did you memorize the locations of all the disused rooms in the castle?" His chest moved as if a silent chuckle came out; but when he looked up at her, he wasn't smiling; his hands instead moving from her waist to slide up higher; letting his weight be what pined and held her to the door. Had a maid been in here; it would have been awkward as hell to explain.

His first week here; he had started trying to map out the castle. The stone walls made it hell to find his way around; and the unending maze had left him feeling disoriented and lost. Mapping it out; finding the exited and the shortest paths to them from the major points--her room, her throne room, and any place she'd been for most of her day--helped he his bearings and plan his outs for when danger hit.

But that was not how he found this room. It had been spoken about on the training field; for it was a mostly unused room in the middle of the day for maids only visited it int he mornings and evening to get and drop off their cleaning supplies. One of the younger more idiotic knights had suggested it as good place to try to steal a kiss from a maid. "Not all." But he was willing to bet that in her over protective state from her father that she didn't know about some of the other rooms and going ons int he castle.

She was telling him how to move them around the room; yet between the slightly uneven ground thanks to some of the roots of the trees and him not wishing to harm her toes he thought it would be best not to risk moving around the room. At not were he could crush her feet.

Instead he did the same simple steps with his head looking at his feet half the time. In order to distract her from not moving around the room; he turned them so they stayed int he same box but moved another way. There; not it would seem they not moving anywhere. he said nothing while holding her and dancing so he would not break his focus on her feet; and the not crushing them idea.

Alistair did not infact like her being the boss; he hated it but in her world he had little choice. The only thing he did not mind her taking charge in was her politic that he cared nothing about. And in bed. The rest of the time he was following her lead because he had no clue as to what to do; but he did not like not being able to take care of her.

He knew that evil times were coming upon them; for he'd had dreams for months about it; but he would not tell her. He was however preparing for it. So when the day came he would be ready to do what he must to keep her safe. Until then; he would move his left foot forward, and step to the right to give her some peace. "You forgot something." He told her; before lifting one of the linked hands up over her head so she could turn under it. That part he'd seen others go; and knew he could stand still for it.

Yes; maybe next time. . . . Or maybe not. He wasn't too fond of the man's things and less fond of how she used the name's name and his 'title'. Alistair walked on down the street; careful not to let her get to far from him as he scanned over the market stalls with out approaching any of them. It was as if he could tell just by looking at the men which out have something that he would wish to buy.

Finally; after passing by over half of the stalls on the lane he came to a man's stall with many stones spread out over the table. Each stones where woven into a mental necklace, to other jewelry meant to adore some part of a woman or man. Once such display held a familiar looking stone, but he knew it wasn't a stone nor gem, but something caught between.

He moved forward slowly and gestured to it. "I have seen this stone before." "Yes, yet is is not a stone." "I am aware." Alistair lifted the necklace but it was too heavy and had too much detail to it. It was distracting; with so much detail to take in. The man however seemed to understand; as many merchant would. He moved to a box behind him and pulled out a bright blue cloth, opening it to display something to Alistair. "Not a gem either."

He reached his hand out for the necklace int he man's hand; touching to softly with one hand. Then he plucked it up and turned to the princess before wrapping ti around her neck. Yes. This was it. This was the what he wanted. "The name escapes me." He told the man; only having seen this stone in his travels far from here.

Lighter then stones and harder to come by then oddly colored heavy gems; these almost perfectly rounded stones were soft to the touch and smooth holding almost no weight to them at all. The color of these were the rarer of the ones he'd seen. In an job he'd once had to steal them; he'd learned not their value (which had been great) but how rare they were.

These ones were black; and molded together to form a chain with light metal work until it came to their center were a white gem of some sort hung int he place of the smooth black stone. "It's called a pearl." Yes; that was the name. He looked at her for a moment; her pale perfect skin contrasted to the solid darkness of the pearls. "Name your price." He told the man with out looking from her; and paid it with out question.

Your Gift

Alistair watched her thinking and knew everything would change once they left this hidden pretend place; for once the exited it would be back to the hot room where too many bodies pressed too close caused the room to heat and with all the candles meant to give light the fresh air was too rare. Men were too drunk to notice mistakes; but not level enough to back down from their own; and women thought they could be too bold with touching and talking.

He did not want to go back. He wanted to stay here; and he needed a plan to keep her here that did not involve fighting with her. After watching her for a few long and silent moments; he decided on his next course of action. It was something that he wasn't looking forward too but apparently she was. He knew he was about to make a fool of himself; and it annoyed the bloody hell out of him; but he rather do it here were they were alone rather then in there were everyone could see. Besides; he could use the reason to hold her close.

"Isadora;" He used her name since apparently he never used it for good things; "Will you do me the honor of a dance?" The words felt silly on his tongue but they were the words other knights had used to ask ladies to dance.