Thread: Sword & Shield

Keara got a good look at the man as he finally lifted his head up. Her captain and soldiers had roughed him up quite a bit and there was blood on his clothing as well as bruises on his face. No doubt by now a couple of his ribs would be be bruised and at the very least he'd have some cuts here and there. Her men were not known to be very gentle and when it came to the man sitting in front of her they probably would have liked nothing more then to beat him to within an inch of his life. He was responsible for the deaths of many of their friends and comrades. She herself had seen a number of good men fall by his sword and had every intention of making him pay for each and every one that the slayed. There would be no mercy for the prince and for the first time in his life he would experience just what hell they could bring to him. Of course, it wasn't just physical pain he would suffer. No, bruises went away and even the worst kind of physical torture couldn't compare with the mental hell he would have to go through. In this camp he would become nothing more then a hollow shell of the once proud prince. She would see to that herself. Wench? Keara parroted through gritted teeth. This fool standing before her had actually dared to call her a wench. He thought of her as nothing more then probably a serving girl or a nurse instead of the mortal enemy he had faced time and time again. There was anger in her eyes as she looked down at him and her hands balled up into fists. It had been so long since anyone had dared talk to her in such a manner and she wouldn't stand for it in her own tent. Of course the sniveling idiot in front of her couldn't possibly wrap his mind around the idea that a woman could possibly be his rival. His kind were not known to be very open minded and a prince was raised in a chauvinistic environment where all the women he encountered were probably seen as property of sorts. Well now, that was another one of his little ideas that she would have to take great pleasure in breaking. Oh my dear prince. You truly are a complete fool. There was a smirk on her face as she leaned down so that her own gray eyes stared directly at his brown one's. She trailed a finger down the side of his face in an almost caring gesture as the smirk turned into a smile like a hungry cat might give a nice, plump mouse. Or have generations of inbreeding turned you into a blind moron who can't even seen what's in front of his own face. Her medallion could be clearly seen now as she trailed her finger down to his neck though now she pressed her nail deep into his skin so a thin trail of blood could be seen. Her gray eyes held only hatred and a desire to harm as she looked to him and then the blood that was now flowing down the side of his face. As for the cowardly lion, well... you're looking at her. With another smirk she balled her hand into a fist before sending it flying towards his stomach. There would be enough force in the blow to knock the wind out of him as well as damage his ribs a bit. Despite her small and slender frame she was stronger then her size let on and years in the battlefield had taught her just where to hit in order to cause an enemy the most amount of damage with the least amount of force. No doubt he would be doubled over in pain as she reached over and grabbed a handful of his hair before pulling his head back at a sharp angle. How does it feel your highness? Finally meeting face to face after all this time? Keara let out a chuckle that could freeze blood as she pulled on his hair tighter. The power she felt over him right now was intoxicating and she had no desire to give it up any time soon. I do hope you like your accommodations considering you'll be with us for quite some time. As will a few of your men that we captured before the rest ran away like the cowardly dogs they are. She taunted him with the knowledge that his men were being held prisoner as well as himself and that they wouldn't be out of here any time soon. Political negotiations took a lot of time to work through and a price for the hostages wouldn't be settled for at least a month or so. That would give her plenty of time to try out her new toy and break every damn bone in his body. Don't worry though. I plan on making your stay here as unforgettable as possible. The grin was back as she lifted her fist once more before bringing it down on the side of his cheek. It would leave a pretty nasty bruise that would take quite some time to heal. See, your time here is going to be your own personal hell for you to pay for all the Ellencian lives you have taken like the dog that you are. And to show you you're place I've decided to bestow you the great honor of being my personal little bitch. Keara ran her nails over his neck and drew more blood as she brought her face closer to his. Some of her auburn hair had escaped the loose ponytail giving her the appearance of an ancient war goddess preparing for battle. The prince would suffer, that much was certain.