Thread: The Knight and The Damsel; Into the Unknown (Haru/Anna)

There it was, and though James did not know her reasons she had practically confirmed she was likely royalty and was now rnning away from home. Should they be caught then he would be charged with kidnapping and because of her royal blood he would either hang or lose his head. James' hand dropped from her small perky breast and rested against her thigh. His mind was reeling from the implications and this was yet another time that doing his Knightly duty might come back to haunt him. He would have let her meet her fate at the hands of those orcs and yet he simply could not. Following the road, it never ventured into the Elven Lands, and simply skirted along the border. The sun had begun its descent and for the most part James had ridden in silence. There was muc to discuss with her, but words on the open road could reach listening ears and one never knew where spies might yet reside. So as the sun began to slip below the horizon James looked for a suitable place to stop. Brass moved off the road and onto the side that was designated the edge of the Human Lands, and soon they found a large clearing. This is where we make camp. Princess. he told her, letting the title slip so that he let her know that he knew. It was yet another thing he had over her. Dismounting Brass the Knight dug into one of the sadlebags and withdrew a tightly wrapped cloth. Unwrapping the cloth it was soon revealed the contents within. A tiny little cottage, or a model of one, small enough to easily fit into even Ila's small hand. Stand back. James said and set the small item on the ground. Cescere! he commanded in in a moment the small model expanded and grew, becoming full size in a matter of moments, complete with a small stable at the back. We can go in. We'll be safe here. James told her, and the iron-bound wooden door opened and offered warmth and safety. James would help Ila down from the horse, her small body light and still exposed, her pale and lovely flesh bared to him, her small breasts jiggling enticingly as he set her down. Ushering her into the cottage he watched as Brass moved back to the stable, content, and he would make sure that she entered before he would follow. She had no reason not to. The interior of the cottage was small but utilitarian and cozy. A fire roared in the hearth, a heart pot of stew already bubbling over it, and plates and cups available, a pitcher of water upon the table, which was surrounded by four chairs. A huge bed, but only one, occupied one side and two overstuffed chairs sat before the fire. A small washroom was near the back, a tub of water with lava stones beneath to heat the water that sat waiting. This cottage protects us from scrying and divination. So you may speak freely here. I know who you are, Princess, and you have put me into a bad dilemma. Not only did I save your life, but I have put my own in the balance. You do realize that if I am caught with you that I will likely hang, or worse. So I have merely taken your place beneath that hanging blade. James' ire was clear and though he was not truly angry, his worry and concern was evident in hs tone. You may bathe first, Princess, but once you have done so you will dry and remain unclothed. Your dress is ruined and no longer befitting of your station. However, those with the knowledge will still recognize the quality it once had and you may be discovered. It will need to be destroyed. Whether Ila responded to him or not James would begin to remove his armor, softly spoken words helping with some of it, unbuckling straps and undoing ties so that he could be out of his armor in moments. His bright eyes kept an eye on the elven girl. Princess she may be, but she was no longer in her lands, was on the run, and in his debt.