Thread: Ashland.Verden ~ I will be free again ~ Vega

Yurik Kael Van'Constantine What the bloody hell do you mean father? You cannot just give up brother because of some age old deal... Pay them money! It all happened so fast. One moment he and his family were having breakfast and within the next his beloved brother was being torn from the safety of his arms. Yurik stood in agony as he watched his brother being dragged off by mysterious men...his father somehow able to keep his composure as he watched his youngest son...the first of his new queen to be carted off to some unknown lands. His knees felt week, legs wobbly like noodles...In an instant Yurik came crashing down onto the cobblestone road weeping for his kin. For a while he sat there trying to put the pieces together. For a while he tried to figure out why it all happened. No longer than a week did the crown prince wait to take up arms. He couldn't put to rest the thoughts of what the men may have been doing to his dear brother and quite frankly, didn't want to. As the eldest son and the heir to his father's legacy and throne he couldn't just stand by and do nothing while his closest family member was in trouble. With only his horse, a few rations, his sword, and a sack full of money did the crown prince Yurik depart from his kingdom in search of his brother. It didn't take him long to find the hideout of where the men had once kept his brother in bondage. From what he understood from that which he had been told, his brother had been sold unto the next kingdom as a slave boy...Enraged the prince threw away his initial plan of bargaining for his brother's freedom with his own and the lot of gold he'd picked off from the treasury. Instead he decided to hack them all down, but, only after he'd received the location of which kingdom he'd been sold to. THUMP! The stench of blood and sweat wafted through the air almost instantly as the prince was thrown into the room where Felix and other captives were being held. For a moment it would appear to the other captives that the blonde was unconscious but, slow soft curses that quickly erupted into loud outbursts would surely prove otherwise. His wrists were loosely bound by raggedy rope the men had put onto him just to keep his hands in place long enough to toss him into the room. He quickly unraveled the ropes and pushed himself up from the ground to run towards the door the men had shut and locked. For a few minutes the prince found himself banging and kicking on the door ferociously before he finally turned his back onto it... Leaning up against the door he slid down it, slumping up against it as he'd hit the floor. It would be clear to the other captives in the dimly lit room that he wasn't just your run of the mill peasant like them with the way he dressed. His clothes were of the finest materials that gold could buy, indicating that he was either some kind of nobleman or perhaps even apart of the royal family. A moment of silence passed by and the crown prince finally stood to his feet. Looking around the room he crossed his arms sighing heavily. Please pardon my previous barbaric behavior. I'm on a mission to fin-- his voice fell soft and eventually quiet as he laid eyes on Felix. Dear gods... Astonished he rushed over to the younger male and took him into his arms--absolutely sure all of his problems had been solved. Those bastards told me they sold you...Damn me for believing that cesspool of lies... His hands moved to cup the back of the other's head as he continued to hold him closely in a warm embrace. His heart was pounding all the adrenaline pumping through his anxious bones, clouding all thought of rationality the prince may have had left. I'm going to get you out of here little brother.... he breathed onto the other's cool skin as he continued to hold him close. He could barely see in the room. Yurik had thought the blonde was in fact his brother. He'd saw what he wanted to see...what he was anticipating from the very beginning. Thoughts clouded by the frantic state the loss of his brother put him in, he was sure that the blonde he was holding onto was his beloved Neo. A simple delusion was all it was. The only thing Felix and his brother had in common was his fair skin and shimmering blonde locks... If he were thinking clearly he would've noticed the difference in clothes and even weight as his kin was a tiny little effeminate teen... His soft features a sure fact as to why they'd sold the boy as a slave and not a bargaining chip. He would have noticed. But, his love...his undying love for his beloved Neo was all too strong to let him realize all the signs of Felix being a complete stranger and not the light he wanted to see at the end of his long and dark tunnel of despair.