Thread: The Prince's Plight

Lox was stunned... He hadn't expected his father to even care if he died, let alone negotiate the turning over of an entire city in his safe return but what might have been a peaceful end spiraled into a grim mess with the fool kings words on what was to be done to him. For the man to blatantly insult the country of a captured prince when he obviously had an upper hand and attempt to enslave the prince to add further insult would ruin Lox's credibility as a political asset. He was known as wild, fierce, and above all an extremely dangerous individual to the point where few would trade insults with him for fear of him challenging them to a duel, but he was respected by his men, and this king was asking him to besmirch the names of the men who died under him by not only submitting to slavery but to this filthy whore was beyond him. Weather his father wanted him returned safely or if he was simply trying to find a fast way out of the war he would make him proud in his own way as his right hand snapped up faster than what a man of his size ought of been capable of and grabbed just under the blade of the young spear man who had inched too close to him during the entirety of his stay. It was obvious he was some sort of nobles son by his inexperience, but it didn't stop Lox from yanking the surprised fool forward, bringing him between him and the archers, and stepping back away from the king and past the spear of the man to his left. The circle of spears had gotten to tight with his initial shaking and rage at finding this Reina to be his captor, and this fool beside the youth had the sense to wear a helmet but not the sense to put the visor down as Lox continued dragging the youth about by the spear haft and shattered this guards nose with his forehead. Then there was chaos, guards started roaring, sergeants screamed for archers to hold their fire and unknook their arrows, royal guards from behind the king in heavy armor streamed forward and Lox roared as he had managed to yank the man with a now shattered nose's helmet off and was laying into the other spearman with the improvised weapon. They wouldn't kill him he knew, everyone wanted the war to end and if he died that dream shattered with him but gods if he wasn't going to express himself for the sentence that was passed down on him. It took a lot of shields, mailed gauntlets, and bodies to finally bring Lox down to the marble floor that was liberally smeared with more blood than there should be. There was a lot of groaning from several of the guards, two with broken arms and one with a shattered knee being the most pronounced as well as the man he had procured the helmet from but eventually they had brought enough rope and learned the first time Lox kicked someones face in to hold him down properly and tie him up securely before lifting him up between six men and bodily carrying him away. His jaw had to have been cracked, and there was probably a few broken rips and a few more cracked ones along with a gash at his temple but the bastards had been smart enough not to completely destroy his face as he had hoped. With his head dangling back and looking at the king with a mad smile he turned a hateful glare that Reina and spat a large glob of bloody saliva in her direction before winking in a way that promised her if this ignorant sentience stood he was going to give her utter hell.