Thread: Crudus Iucunditas |Ilovegoatse|B I T T E R|

Cain kicked out his legs if the damned carriage wasn??t so small, he could have tossed the princess on the other seat, but unfortunately, he was stuck with the princess leaning uncomfortably on his shoulder. Either that, or it was her head on his lap, and frankly, the limp body on him was already sending waves of disgust up his spine. Human contact disgusting? The warmth of someone else, he could feel it through the thick fabric. At least he didn??t have the feet of the unconscious person. She looked?different from the stories of her family, her?royal family with?strange hobbies and interests. There was also a floating rumor on a special ability, which made them next to immortal. Stories of how one king had gotten his head cut off, but his body still moved, disemboweling the enemy as his head lay five feet away. Another of a queen to had gotten her arm torn off in a mill she was visiting, but had come back with two working arms. Stories circulate, but they were scorned at unless the family made a deal with the devil and with their tendencies servants whispered and vanished? This princess looked nothing like the stories. Goes to show you how much faith you can put in a cow??s mouth. It was a bumpy ride mostly since the driver urged the horses to top speed, making them gallop over rocky ground. Cain banged his head twice, the ravenette cursing the driver to high heaven, much to the laughter of his fellow passenger, who was silenced with a glare. Fuck. Dragging the princess from the carriage who cared about that damned dress?, Cain frowned. Why was she so?heavy? Weren??t those ladies so?obsessive over keeping themselves skinny as a rake? A new trend? Whatever, but why in the seven hells was this person so heavy? Dragging the person down a flight of stairs, another, and another, before one of the members grabbed the feet, saying that the princess shouldn??t be treated like a bag of potatoes. Can left them to carry the royal member alone after that. They made it into the makeshift ??cell?? a good?well, a long way down from the entrance, past a lot of doors that could be locked and bolted? Needless to say, they weren??t going to give up their hostage without a fight. ??Alright, so here??s your new room for a while.? The other member was surprisingly cheerful, as Cain glared at him, eyeing the room. It was quite large, the size of nearly two peasant homes, from the entrance, it was steps down into the dungeon, though this one was made different. There was a room on side of the bars?and on the other as well, a bed at least, if that could make it a room. There were dangling chains and cuffs from the ceiling and other things that made it an official dungeon. Cain tossed the princess onto the hard bed behind the bars, slamming the door and bolting it. It wasn??t the perfect lock, but it kept the prisoners in. It was the door that lead to the dungeon that was the one it could be bolted from either side, a full oak, re-enforced by iron. After the other member gave a cherry wave, which got him a knife imbedded in the door the lucky man shutting the door on time. Now to wait for little Miss Perfect to wake up. Leaning against the bed, he watched the still form, before his eyes darted to fall slightly close?Maybe he could sneak a nap? His stormy grey eyes fell close, and dark bangs fell in front of his face Cain drifted off into a light sleep. listu