Thread: Opposing Kingdoms (Maria x Gent)

The journey back to the Royal Castle of York had been a long and annoying one. Before the trip was over, Paul had her tied at the wrists and at the feet as well as gagged and blindfolded and she still ensured that his head hurt by the time they made it back. Many commoners would have disagreed with the capture of the Cardonian Princess so Paul ensured that no one would see them by taking a special, well guarded tunnel that lead under the castle and up through the dungeon. The unfortunate reality about this passage was that there was no room for their horses so he basically had to drag her the entire way. The Prince's Royal Guard delivered Princess Sophia directly to Prince Thomas' chambers and forced her roughly toward the ground. Paul dismissed the rest of them while he waited for Thomas to come out of his washroom, his hand secured tightly to Sophia's hair. The Prince's chamber was ornately decorated with jewels from all over the world. The York Prince was particularly fond of Egyptian architectural marvels and the trinkets in his room represented that. His bed was fitted with onyx sheets made from Egyptian cotton and was only slightly smaller than the kings. His bedroom came with a large fireplace with a large shield that had the York Crest on it and two broad swords behind the shield and beside the fireplace sat two jade Sphinxes. Prince Thomas wasn't particularly fond of broadswords but he was adept with them Thomas made his way out of his washroom with a simple white shirt on and some black linen pants. The top of his shirt was a string that could be used to tie the shirt closed and it was wet from his dripping black hair. Thomas was a little shocked to see Paul in his room with a distressed looking red-headed women at his feet. M'Lord, Paul started calmly and with a hint of fear in his voice. You instructed us to take matters into our hands. To try to find something that will turn the tide in our favor. Paul gulped and took a step back from the Princess and released his hand from her locks. Thomas' face lit up in excitement and immediately following was concern. He took a step forward, eyeing the woman, hoping they had picked up the wrong one. Unfortunately, his eyes confirmed exactly what Paul had said. Princess Sophia, his voice was deep and soothing, My apologies for my overzealous guardsmen. I give you my word, no further harm will come to you while in York. Thomas looked up to Paul and waved him away in an angry flourish as he moved and got on one knee to help Sophia up. You're safe M'Lady. As he did so, Paul left the room, mumbling something about ungratefulness. Thomas didn't pay him any attention as his hands pushed back some of the now dirty red locks and he reached around her head to untie her gag. I hope they haven't mistreated you too much, he spoke as he struggled with the gag. Once the gag was out he would help he to her feet before noticing that he feet were bound as well. The York Prince would work quickly to undo the binds then move over to pour her a glass of water. He found himself hoping that she didn't try to escape because guards would be waiting outside of his door and her presence in the castle is something Thomas did not want to be known. As he poured the cups he looked over his shoulder at her tattered clothes with a frown. I know you may not be happy with me, but I want you to know that your capture was not my intention. However, I'm sure you'll understand that I can't simply return immediately because of the ongoing tensions between our two nations. I can assure you. Thomas moved back toward her and extended the cup of water, That you will be treated with the utmost respect while you're here. I'll arrange for a tailor to come with some dresses then, you can bathe in my personal quarters before we sit down and have a talk. Hm? Prince Thomas smiled as pleasantly as possible, wondering how she would respond.