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Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Kenaiwan snorted derisively and picked at his food. Morthain was right that he didn't like the situation, but at least the King had the good sense not to argue. The soldier was the only reason that they had survived the escape, and they all knew it. Not even Kenaiwan's pride could change that fact. East. The once-handsome king sniffed in disdain. Those goat-farmers barely know what end of a sword to hold. Building an army from that lot will be more difficult than routing these dogs in the first place. The eastern provinces are a standard rally-point, I believe. Kaevri spoke quietly, bottle-green eyes flicking up from her bowl to examine Morthain's scarred face. Something was wrong. Well, alright, more wrong than it had been an hour before. Not much had been going right for her, over the last few months. Still, there was a tightness around her former guard's eyes, as though they wanted to wrinkle in worry but didn't dare. She knew the expression remarkably well. How many times had he made that face when she forced him on an 'adventure'? That first time she got them lost in the woods... Well, the memory made her smile now, but at the time he had made a very similar face. Those had been good days. Kaevri had always struggled with this phantom illness, but she had been well for years by the time Morthain had been assigned to her. Morthain had been the first guard she had that was anywhere near her own age, and with so many of her other companions settling down to have children or marry, he was a natural replacement. In the beginning she had deliberately tested him. She pushed the limits of her privilege just to see how far he would let her go before dragging her back to the palace. When he never forced her into behaving, he earned himself a permanent role as her companion. The princess herself was not immune to 'impure thoughts' and Kaevri had never bothered to push them back. It was such a sweet fantasy, running away to live with him in the woods or someday finding out that Morthain was her mysterious betrothed in disguise. These daydreams had sustained her through so many boring banquets. How childishly silly they seemed to her now! That's right, but only because the border is closer to the capitol than the southern coast. Kenaiwan's voice ripped her attention back to the issue at hand. Perhaps she had not grown past her daydreaming habit after all. I suppose there's no choice in the matter. If that is were my armies are, that is simply where they are. Bah! Even goat would be better than this. The king dumped the remainder of his dinner into the brush and stomped off, presumably to get his few hours of sleep. Kaevri watched her husband go and only started eating again when he was safely bedded down. She ate meticulously, silently, until Kenaiwan's breathing was regular enough to indicate sleep. Please don't lie to me. She whispered, resting a hand on Morthain's knee. I know we can't be outrunning them. He is too lost without his reports and charts to see it, but... would it be safer to loose the horses and hide the carriage?
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain didn't interrupt as the King made his own comments on the situation. It wasn't exacly ideal to be escorting a man with an ego on a high-stakes cross-country escape, but said man was the King, and so it was Morthain's solemn duty to make the best of the situation he could, and in this case, that involved not provoking or antagonizing the man. He watched the king-in-exile leave the campfire in a huff and go off to sleep on his own. Morthain sighed. As the knight returned to his own meal, he noticed Kaevri scooting to sit by his side. He didn't make any motions when she placed her hand on his knee. Wistfully, he thought about how he longed to place his hand on hers, for comfort, but he couldn't. He never had. To do so would be a serious breach of protocol. He looked up into Kaevri's face as she spoke to him, managing to divine in her queenly mysterious ways how he had been hiding something. When she suggested leaving the horses and carriage, Morthain's face twisted into a pained wince. My Lady...under other circumstances, I might have done that already, it does stand somewhat of a chance. Or it would have... Morthain said slowly. ...but, you're far too ill to cover on foot the distances we have to at the speeds we must. We'll never make it like that. Keeping with the carriage, for now, is the next-best chance. Morthain then turned his head to look into the fire. There was still something he hadn't said, but after a moment of thought, he picked up a different tack. Maybe...just maybe, we could leave the carriage, but stay with the horses. We have two of them. You could ride with me or our Lord, but...we'd all be riding bareback over a significant distance anyway. I'm not sure that's enough of an improvement over walking for you. The knight finished, as he looked down into his mostly-empty bowl, not up to eating the last bites at the moment. He didn't want to tell her in how much danger they really were. There was a chance--slim, but there--that he could get them through this as they were going, but if they knew just how close it would be...he feared that nerve might fail them in a crucial moment. He had to protect them in any and every way he could...even from their own fears, if necessary.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Kaevri pursed her lips in disappointment. She had expected his answer, she would have to be stupid not to, but she had hoped that he would have been more daring. She was slowing them down and it might just kill them all. Oddly, as little as the queen wanted to die, she found the thought much less horrifying than some of the alternatives. Certainly, Kenaiwan's only claim to the throne was through her, but he was a more qualified leader. And Morthain... well, she felt nauseous just thinking about the possibility. It isn't so bad as it seems. The outdoors has always been my preferred treatment, you know that. In fact, I felt very much improved after the first night out. She smiled up at him as bravely as she could muster. It wasn't a lie, she was not nearly so ill as she should be, given the circumstances. Of course, she wasn't about to go sprinting down the road either. Don't be afraid to push harder. I can handle much more than it would seem. Her voice dropped even lower, until she had to lean towards her guardsman just to make sure she was heard. Kenaiwan was a deep sleeper, but she did not want to risk his wrath by waking him. And she didn't want to share such an intimate conversation with her husband. I don't think I could forgive myself if you were... hurt because you were too busy coddling me. Kaevri met his eyes very briefly before staring back at the fire. Her hand still rested on his knee.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain turned his head to look back at Kaevri as she insisted she wasn't as bad off as he thought. He had to admit, after twenty days zigzagging around the countryside with inadequate supplies to avoid Llarrl forces, he didn't expect that Kaevri would still be able to stand on her own unassisted by now, but she did still seem capable of most normal functions, if not particularly quick or deft with her actions. He began to reconsider things in his head after her words, before she leaned in closer to him, closer than was appropriate, to whisper to him what her own fear was. Morthain's eyes widened slightly, but then he closed them with a sigh. M'lady...it is my sworn duty to ensure the safety of you and your husband to the best of my ability, at any and all cost... He whispered back quitely, while opening his eyes to look back at Kaevri with a sombre expression. ...and if that cost happens to include my life at any time, so be it. I don't resent this, I am grateful for my purpose in life. But please, M'lady, do not...do not say that it... he trailed off, trying and failing to formulate how to say what he wanted to say in a way that would not hurt her. Instead, he turned his head to look back into the fire with her, and returned to considering the situation. After several moments of silence, with the only sound being the crackle of the embers dying down, Morthain spoke again while still looking into the dimming fire. We will leave the carriage, and take the horses directly. He said, arriving at a new resolution. It will be hard for us all, especially you as you'll no longer have something soft and level to rest on, but...the better speed and mobility we'd have without the carriage would be a good improvement. We'll have to find saddles, or at least some thick blankets as soon as possible, however. He could still feel Kaevri's hand, so comforting and gentle, resting on his knee. He almost wished they could just stay like this, it was almost pleasant even in the face of danger how they could just be close to each other. But she needed her rest, as much of as possible if she was going to be riding a horse...and possibly leading his own, as Morthain would have to try and sleep on horseback. You should...really get some rest now, M'lady. I'll keep a watch out and get things ready to go, and I'll wake you and your husband when we have to leave. Morthain said as he looked away from the fire back to Kaevri.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

I suppose we must compromise, if neither of us are willing to concede the issue. She patted his knee playfully and her lips twisted in a half-smothered, mischievious smirk. We will just have to make it to safety without either of us being hurt. There is no other way. Despite her lighthearted declaration, the queen fidgetted on her rock. Her green eyes flitted to the carriage occasionally and she seemed reluctant to go rest. In truth, Kaevri was simply unwilling to move away from the fire's warmth. Though the hay was deep and her husband slept nearby, nights could be horribly chilly. If she slept closer to Kenaiwan, their shared body heat would make the cold much less harsh. However... I don't suppose you have anything that I could help with? Wistful, she wondered how different this flight would be without her husband. Oddly enough, she thought that it would be much more pleasant. Perhaps it would even be a little fun! Like all the times she had gotten them 'lost' in the woods south of the city. Someday she would have to confess that most of those adventures had been deliberate plots to get him to let her stay outside the palace gates longer. Well, if he hadn't made the connection between diplomatic banquets and the disappearance of his maps. Kenaiwan stirred, rustling the hay and forcing Kaevri's attention back to the cart. Morthain was correct, of course. The trip was about to be much less pleasant she would be wise to sleep while she had the chance. Wake me early. Or Lord Kenaiwan. One of us can take a few hours' watch once everything is prepared. She sighed in resignation and set her bowl down on the ground. It was Kenaiwan's turn to wash the dishes, but he had naturally gone to sleep before anyone else had eaten. Tonight she would leave them for him, not even a king should shirk his chores. You need your rest just as badly as I do. If you collapse and fall off your horse, who will protect me? With a wink and a tender smile, Kaevri returned to the carriage to bed down. She made a small nest-like indentation for herself, as far from her husband as she could manage.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Kenaiwan took the weapon and strapped it to his belt with ease before blinking at the darkness. Kaevri knew that he was at least a passable swordsman at least as far as courtly show duels went, so she wasn't horribly concerned. She was, however, very dismayed to see the greying sky to the east. You didn't wake me. She fixed her knight with the best scowl she could manage. The effect was ruined when the queen was forced to cover a yawn. Kenaiwan seemed no less exhausted. His eyes wandered blearily over the horses and the packed supplies. I will grant you lands and title up to half of my kingdom in exchange for four more hours of uninterrupted sleep. The king grumbled while eyeing the cart horses. Never had the royal rump sat on such a humble animal. You may name your price in the morning. Kaevri watched as her husband turned and tried to climb back into the carriage. It would be easy enough to leave him, she thought. The idea was monstrous and quickly discarded, though her sleep-starved imagination fed her lovely images of proud Lord Kenaiwan attempting to build a fire for himself. Morthain would never abandon his lord, she knew, but Kaevri couldn't help but wish that he would. Maybe just for a little while... My love, it would be unwise to waste time. Amazingly, she didn't choke on her words. If sir Morthain believes that this is the best course, I think we should trust him. Our knight has not steered us wrongly yet. With Kenaiwan's back to them, the petite noblewoman was able to smile up at Morthain with all the gratitude that she could not express. In a sane world, he would at least be named a duke. She made a mental note to have him titled as soon as she was able. Bah. The dogs are far behind. We have been moving constantly for weeks, certainly our mounted retreat would have long outstripped the Llarl hordes. He snorted derisively while Kaevri walked over to the nearest horse. She looked up at the broad-backed creature and paused before using a stone to help herself up. She sat astride the animal with a straight back. The wool trousers she wore might not have been ladylike, but they were proving to be the smartest choice. Her husband obviously disagreed. You ride like a scullion whore. Yes, but a live one. She retorted quietly. His disgust bothered her, though less than she would have thought. While The lord grumbled and complained as he mounted, Kaevri glanced to Morthain for approval. Would you prefer to ride in front or behind, sir knight?
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Drowsy as she was, Kaevri only made passing note of Morthain's gear. Even noticing his lack of armor, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Kenaiwan complained under his breath constantly, and she worried that he might simply refuse to cooperate at any moment. Or he might give them away. The Llarl had demonstrated a keen sense of hearing in the past, so it was a very real danger. After they had traveled a quarter mile or so, the king's grumbles stopped as he realized that they were not listening. Kaevri was thankful for the quiet and leaned gently back until her back rested on Morthain's chest. The horse's pace seemed to make a near-musical rhythm with the beating of her heart. She gave in to the hypnotic swaying of their mount and began to relax in small degrees. She could feel the knight's heart against her back. Her own heart seemed to change pace to match his and she was idly amused by the inappropriate sweetness. Something about the whole situation was bothering her, but after weeks of constant terror she was beginning to grow numb. Still, the warning in her instincts continued. 'At least Sir Morthain is keeping my back fairly warm,' She thought dimly as the horse balked and broke the rhythmic spell. Her thoughts cleared a bit, and her heart seemed to stop for several beats. 'I can feel his heart because he isn't wearing armor.' A few nudges and the horse continued down the dark road, but it seemed to pick up on it's rider's sudden fear. She glanced back to see if her knight could give her some less-terrifying explanation. In the dark, it was difficult to make out any details but she noticed that Kenaiwan was having trouble with a skittish horse as well. She couldn't hear anything unusual, but farmhorses weren't known for bravery. IT was entirely likely that they were simply unwilling to be ridden. Morthain, She whispered, forgoing the usual title. Why did you... I think we should try moving faster.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Just a few hours earlier Kaevri had thought that she simply could no longer feel fear anymore. Weeks of terror had numbed her, she had thought. Now it seemed that she had been very wrong. The queen had never actually seen a Lllarl in person and the sketches accompanying her history lessons had been... Lacking. The flashes she caught between trees were infinitely worse than the paintings, and so much larger ! The beasts seemed nearly the size of their mounts, but without light or a clear view she had no way of knowing if it was true. The uncertainty was worse than knowing, she decided bleakly. And the noise... The howls touched a deep and primitive part of her, shivering all rational thought to tiny little shards. All of her willpower was needed just to keep the small woman from whimpering out loud. Morthain's arms around her were a great comfort, and his voice lent her some of his resolve. She was able, barely, to understand the plan and the calculating, queenly part of her mind immediately saw a fatal flaw. While Kenaiwan was keeping pace beside them, it did not seem to be because he heard and understood Morthain's instructions. The king was riding beside them out of utter and unreasoning terror. Even in the dark Kaevri could see the whites of her husband's eyes in a perfect ring around the iris. The howls... Before she could warn Morthain, the knight had jerked them off the road and into the trees. She yelped in alarm but it was smothered by the howling. She saw a flash of shining eyes nearly level with her own, then a blurring of shaggy fur. Kenaiwan crashed along in the underbrush a few yards away evidently he had heard the order. His mount pulled ahead in increments and eventually veered in front of them as both horses found a narrow game-trail. Branches whipped across Kaevri's face and arms as they fled. She ducked down as best she could and peeked out from under Sir Morthain's arm. The Llarl was massive. It loped along with the grace of an enormous cat and the speed of a greyhound. A lolling tongue spilled out from a snout lined with horrendously sharp teeth. She thought instinctively of a wolf, but this creature was as large as a northern bear and clad in leather armor with bits of jangling mail that reflected the scant moonlight. Kenaiwan noticed the monstrous pursuer bare seconds after Kaevri did. The king shouted something that might have been words just as easily as it might have been a cry of horror, then darted away from the llarl. The wolf creature leaped at the king with dirt-caked talons extended and missed, tumbling along the path directly in front of Morthain's galloping horse. With no time for a reaction, they trampled over the llarl. Kaevri pulled her feet up in a cringe but those awful talons did not rake at her. The horse, however, screamed and stumbled abruptly as it's belly was ripped open.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Mothain saw the Llarrl crashing right in front of them, but by the time he did, it was too late. No... The next thing he knew, the horse was trampling over the wolf-man-beast...and was shrieking from having the creature's claws slice through its skin. No no no no no... The horse kept galloping as Morthain fought to keep it on course, while squeezing Kaevri harshly between his arms to keep her from falling off the wobbly, stumbling beast of burden, but he knew that it was already over. The horse nickered and whinnied as it slowed down, with blood pouring to the ground from its wound as it slowed from an unstable gallop to a rickety trot. Morthain looked ahead to Kenaiwan's retreating horse, and called out as loudly as he could. M'Lord! Come back, pick your wife up, get her out of here! When the horse started going down to its knees, Morthian knew it was done for. With a snarl of frustration, Morthain wrapped his left arm around Kaveri's torso and held her roughly against his chest as, without warning, he pitched both of them over the side of the horse to the ground. The knight made sure to twist as he went down so he landed on his back, with Kaevri on top of him. It was certainly not pleasant, and drove the wind from his lungs, but Morthain had been in far more painful situations in combat before. Quickly, he regained his bearings and rolled slightly to let go of Kaevri while he scrambled to his feet, drawing his sword as he did so. Prepare yourself, m'Lady! I'll hold them off, get ready to leap onto your husband's steed! Morthain said as he watched the hulking grey forms of Llarrl begin to close in. Morthain was already resolved to give his life to give the King and Queen a chance to escape...but the King had to pick up his wife. Morthain glanced over his shoulder, checking how far away Kenaiwan was...
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

... And the king was nearly out of sight. Kenaiwan hadn't even slowed his pace, but Kaevri knew her husband had heard. When Morthain had yelled, Kenaiwan had turned and met her gaze. Even in the dim pre-dawn, she had seen his face. This was not a moment of cowardice, though fear was certainly a factor no, Kenaiwan was deliberately leaving her to die. This fact did not bother the queen as much as she might have expected. Truthfully, she was more annoyed that Morthain expected her to abandon him to some idiotic act of heroism. Sir Knight, I think your plan is flawed. She shivered uncontrollably while sitting on the ground, but Kaevri felt more bemused than terrified. Funny, but after years of physicians saying that she was at death's door, she was going to be killed by a monster in the woods. Kaevri found sudden death surprisingly more appealing than the slow, bedridden wasting that she had expected. It seems that my Lord husband would like a divorce. Her back ached from the fall but Kaevri found herself giggling as the llarl circled them and eyed the dying horse. One of the beasts was absolutely drenched in blood and it licked at it's fur as it limped up to join the rest. The Queen and her protector were surrounded, exhausted, and essentially helpless but the llarl did not attack. They kept just out of range of Morthain's blade, wary but confident. Morthain... I think we're being captured, not eaten.