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Thread: The Crown Prince (DudeMeister and LaBellaMia)

Her night had been filled with changing his bandages when they were soaked through with blood or infection. The poultices had done a fine job in keeping him from growing feverish. His color had returned and she had ended up dozing off once she was sure he would survive. Winter had woken her to go outside at dawn and as she had come back to the bed, she saw that he was awake, and calling her my lady. I did bring you here but I am no lady.... The nineteen year old told him with a soft laugh. I found you by the river and my pet and I brought you back. My pet is a wolf...a very strong thing. I wouldn't of been able to manage carrying you alone... Rhiannon walked to the bucket of fresh water and put some in a mug before coming back to him. Here... She said, gently lifting his head and helping him to drink before gingerly laying him back down. Your wounds are quite something. Whoever you found yourself involved in a fight with, they certainly wanted you dead...and nearly succeeded if not for me finding you laid on the banks bleeding to death yesterday afternoon... She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. I had to tear my spare kirtle up just to stop you from bleeding to death. And despite your weakened state, you did not like me sewing you up...Fought me quite a bit, she smiled. Do you think you can stomach some food? She asked curiously. If so, I will make some oatmeal...it won't take to long....and I think I have some bread and cheese...what say you sir? She asked him, keeping her tone even and her speech clear. Despite his wounds, he was a handsome man and his clothes, despite the blooded state they had been, were of fine and expensive material. Whoever he was, he was a man of wealth and she guessed some thieves had tried there luck in robbing him.
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As he heard her story concerning his discovery, he gazed warily at the large wolf in question and found himself backing up beneath the sheets. Soon however, the woman before him brought him water to quench his thirst. He coughed slightly, but was great full for the reprieve of his dry throat. In either case, I thank you. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. I am eternally grateful for all that you have done for me. I will be sure to pay you back. If you wish, I can by you as my kirtles as you'd like. he said after he wiped his lips. Lifting his arm, it burned in agony. He wasn't quite sure what she put in the poultice, but he was grateful that it stopped the bleeding. He was glad that she got to him when she did. I don't know who I was beset by. I was hunting early in the morning when they attacked me. I managed to kill a few before they loosed their craven's arrows upon me. he explained when she queried about his wounds. At her offer of food, his stomach growled furiously in hunger. Some food would be great actuallyif it's not to much trouble he conceded.
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No trouble at all... Rhiannon promised him then stole a glance at Winter who was watching, curled up by the door before looking at the stranger laying there in her bed, wounded. Oh you do not have to worry about her. She's a harmless creature...A bit wild I suppose but she is a good lass. Stays to herself most of the time... She gave Winter a look to stop her staring and the wolf whined but laid down and rested her large head on her paws. She walked to the hearth, adding water to the pot to start it boiling and then grabbed some bread before coming back to her stool to sit beside him. Best you eat something to settle your stomach...I'm sure you're hungry, she said, offering him the crusty slices that were sweetened with a bit of honey. And don't worry about my kirtle. I plan on heading to market in a day or two, once I'm sure you are better. Though the state of your wounds may have you laying abed for at least another three days... She glanced at his torn clothes then back at him. I regretfully had to take your clothes off. They were bloodied and shredded to bits but I am sure something of my brother's will fit your frame, though I admit it is not so finely made...I take it you must be a merchant's son or a son to a lord? I don't think I've ever seen material so fine, even if it was soaked in blood and irreparable. Rhiannon watched him and then smiled. I am Rhiannon...by the way...formerly of Eston...it is far better to call me that than milady, she said in good humor. I'm just a mere peasant girl of little consequence...
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Looking at the interaction between the two, he decided that he was as safe as he could be in his position. The woman seemed benevolent, and the she-wolf seemed to listen to her. It seemed more docile than he'd expect of a wolf, but the size of the mighty canine told him to tread lightly. He found himself pulling the sheets closer to his chest to hide his nakednessbut gratefully accepting the bread. He did his best to eat with dignity, but his ravenous hunger took over as he wolfed the bread down. My family has lands and is well off, yes. My name is Vincent. I am a squire he replied at her queries concerning his clothing. He didn't know who this woman Rhiannon was but from what he could tell she was to be trusted. He wasn't going to tell her the whole truth, but there was no use in denying something she already knew. Being a nobleman's son sent off to learn the arts of war seemed to be a good cover at the moment. Squires often hunted in the woods, so his story might be believable. I have heard of woodland healers nestled within the realm, but I dismissed it as hearsay. How long have you and your brother been living in this forest? he asked her curiously
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Well..I have lived here since I was about ten years old. My brother...he passed away a few years ago...Not to long after that, I found Winter and now she and I are close companions. She helps ease the loneliness. Glancing at her wolf, Rhiannon looked back at the man named Vincent. Squire seemed to fit the quality of his clothes and he had no reason to lie. Unless he thought she meant to kill him or something, which would be pointless considering how much she had take to treating his wounds. I suppose he passed away. I found some blood near the river's edge and torn clothing but never him. And he hasn't ever returned home...It would of been nice to give him a proper burial, she swallowed then brushed her hair back from her face before getting up to check on the water. Stirring in the oats, she remained silent for a few minutes before looking at him. As soon as you are up and about, I can lead you to the market town close by but I have no horse so it may take a day or two. After that I am sure you shall be able to find your family and explain the situation. Just when you do, I would prefer it if you didn't let them know where I reside... To many people would start sniffing around, wanting her help and she would risk revealing her true abilities and be beaten and burned for it. People feared what they didn't understand and they would fear her as they had her mother. I just...I like my privacy... She explained and then gave the oats another stir before covering them up. Walking over to he trunk at the foot of the bed, she grabbed a cambric shirt that was a bit yellowed from age and then walked over to him. Here...I'm sure you have your modesty, she grinned at him and then let him dress while she turned her back and went back to stirring the oatmeal cooking away.
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I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't mean to bring such a painful subject up Vincent said, feeling more than a little awkward. He watched Rhiannon as she got up and made her way towards the fireplace to stir the oats that were boiling in the pot. He scooted back as she laid out the clothing she procured from the trunk by the foot of the bed. Thank youI appreciate all your help, but there must be some way that I can repay you. I'm not quite sure why you'd prefer to remain alone in the woods days away from civilization, but you have my word that I won't divulge your location to anyone. he said, reaching over and grabbing the shirt before he pulled it over his head, careful not to rip the poultice as he eased his arms through the sleeves. But surely there must be something that I can do for you. Is there anything at all that you need? he asked
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Rhiannon looked at him as he mentioned why she would prefer to live alone. She didn't prefer this life, it was just easier but she could not very well tell him why could she? If he was a Squire, he was rich enough to attend the court of the King and one word would have her being tied to a stake so fast that she couldn't blink. The king and many others feared magic because they could not understand it or use it for themselves. They would kill her, or worse, use her for their own selfish purposes. Slowly she looked back down at the pot, listening as he asked her if she had need of anything. Swiftly, she shook her head. Nay. I'm quite able to handle things by myself. I have done so for quite a long time, she murmured gently, covering the pot once more and wiping her hands on her apron. It will be thanks enough that you heal properly, she smiled at him then sighed. I live alone because it's suits me. Perhaps sometimes I'm lonely but I like it here. This place is one of paradise, quiet...I haven't ever faced issue with thieves. Not that I have much to have stolen. They can have my collection of herbs, she smirked and then brushed her hair back from her face as she sank back down on the stool by the bed. Do not worry so much Sir Vincent. And as for my brother, do not apologize. You would harldy know he was deceased until I told you and I've learned to live without him though it was difficult. Winter helped. She is quite a good wolf, despite the reputation wolves have, she smiled then looked down at her lap.
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Vincent crept out of the bed when her back was turned to slip into the trousers she laid out for him. Listening to her, he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't being completely honest with him. She seemed like she was trying to hide something. Well, to be fair, he was hiding something as well. Besides, she saved his life. He'd give her the benefit of the doubt. Well I've always been a quick healer, so I'll be on the mend before long. Until then, there is no reason for me to be useless. Is there anything I can do to help out around here? he asked
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Well I can't have you chopping wood can I? Do sit down. You've been out long enough that you are far to weak to be standing. Eat first and then we can discuss how you can help around here though I dare say the most I shall let you do is sit in the garden and pull weeds, she told him and then walked over to the pot once more, finding the oats tender enough to eat and adding honey and cinnamon as well as freshly diced apple before stirring them in to flavor the oatmeal. After making two bowlfulls, she set them on the small table to cool and then took the pot off the stove and glanced at him once more with a smirk as she grabbed a spoon for him to eat with. Old and brass it had seen better days but it would work well enough for him to eat with. For a man nearly mortally wounded you are certainly stubborn. I wager it was that stubbornness that kept you alive. Lord only knows how long you were on the banks of the river before I found you, she said simply and then walked over to the bed with his bowl of food, tucking pillows behind him and around his legs. I shall make good on my threat that I will tie you to the bed and I don't think you shall like it. I won't have you overexert yourself. You should be well enough to travel in a couple of days if you do not overexert yourself or try to help overmuch. If you are to bored tomorrow then I will see what I can have you do to help though the task will be menial at best... She smiled at him, showing that she was nothing if not stubborn and strong willed. Man or not, stranger or not, she wouldn't let him tear his wounds open again if she could help it.
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Squires are trained to take punishment in order to prepare for the battlefield. I guess it's a good thing that I'm as stubborn as I am he said as he watched her make her way closer to the bed, thanking her for the bowl of oatmeal and for tucking the pillows behind him. As she was close to him, he took a quick gaze at her beautiful face. He felt a lock of her soft auburn hair brush gently against his cheek. I suppose that I'll have to comply with you no matter how boring it would be, however I can think of worse things than being tied down to your bed he said with a smirk ----- It was a few days of recovery before the two decided to make the trip to the royal capital. Although his wounds had significantly healed, the trek was difficult. What was worse was that the two were always vulnerable to attack whilst traveling the forest road. Vincent felt naked without a sword. It was a pity that he lost his when he fled from his attackers a few days before. However her wolf Winter was with them, and it was likely that she was the only deterrent they needed. The forest ended a few miles away from the town that was their destination, so they left the she wolf to hunt for herself until they came back. It wasn't long before the two pressed onward into the city, the morning commotion of merchants carting up their wares to the bazaar, children playing in the street, and the ever consistent patrolling of the city watch. Well, so we finally made it. he said, fatigued from their journey
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Aye we have, she smiled at him, guiding him on the off chance he collapsed from fatigue. You look pretty tired. I'm sure there is an inn close by for you to rest tonight and you can send word to your family or a friend of your whereabouts... She was saying only to be cut off by an approaching soldier. Your Highness! The man exclaimed. Gray haired and tall, despite his age he was obviously still in prime physical condition. By God what are you doing dressed like that. We have been sending search parties all over the countryside for you... His tone was in part scolding, but also relief. Your father has been quite put out... He mused and then finally turned to Rhiannon, taking in her appearance and then snorting. Honestly nephew, what in blazes, disappearing for nearly a week to have some lay with a peasant girl? I beg your pardon! Rhiannon gasped out, shocked that he would even suggest she was some harlot. As he spoke however, an overwhelming sense of panic began to form. Prince, not Squire. The words Your Highness and nephew made her feel sick. No. That could not possibly be true. You will remember your place girl...when speaking to a man of higher rank, he shouted back, glowering at her. I am the king's brother and your time spreading yourself for my nephew is done. Be on your way or I will have your ear nailed to a pillory... he threatened. She felt her cheeks color, in rage and humiliation before stepping toward him. If not for me your nephew would be dead. Have you not noticed the weakness to his gait, that he is still pale? I have journeyed two days with him after getting him well enough to travel. I am no whore and I will not be treated with such disrespect. I don't care if you are the king himself! The man looked astonished at her brazen outburst and then looked to Vincent. Prince Vincent. Heaven help her she was such a fool. Of all men to have healed, she had chosen the son of the most powerful witch hunter in the realm. Does this woman speak true nephew? He asked.
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Vincent saw his uncle Sir Albrecht approach the two of them. Despite being the older brother of his father, Albrecht chose the life of a knight instead. After a lifetime of battle he returned to the royal capital to be the castle's master-at-arms, having trained Vincent in the arts of war since he was 10. His uncle was always kind to himaccept in the courtyard where the two trained for hours. That was where Albrecht the warrior would come out, and Vincent would be cut and bruised all over. The prince was great full however for this harsh tutelageit saved his life after all. It is true uncle. I went out for an early morning hunt when I was attacked by bandits. I slew a few of them, but had been pierced by arrows. I escaped by diving into the river, but passed out after pulling myself to the opposite shore. Lady Rhiannon carried me and saw to my wounds. If it wasn't for her, I'd be dead. he stated, pacing in front of Rhiannon almost protectively. I want to go home uncle. I wish for Rhiannon to accompany us at the castle. She rescued me and allowed me to break bread in her house. It is only fair that we provide her with hospitality he added
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She swallowed. So it was true. God help her she was good as dead. Of all the men to of healed, it had to be the Crown Prince. Rhiannon swallowed, looking at him, feeling about as pale as he looked and then glancing at his Uncle. The man considered her for a long moment and then sighed in what looked to be defeat. Very well, he replied then whistled to some guards close by. Fetch a cart from one of the merchants with the promise we shall return it as soon as his highness is returned home safely, he ordered. As the soldier went off to do his bidding, Rhiannion looked at Vincent and grabbed his shoulder. Sit down before you collapse, she ordered. Even if he was the prince, she certainly would not stop treating him the way he had. His uncle seemed shocked at her ordering the young man about but said nothing. Her fingers were shaking as she adjusted the cloak on Vincent's shoulder, making sure he saw her look of betrayal before turning away. Winter would be alright for a day or two but she would certainly need to be returning by tomorrow morning to the village. The longer she stayed in that castle, the more apt her secret was to be found out. As the cart pulled around, his uncle helped him onto the bench and then he helped her up as well though it seemed to be begrudgingly. Can you handle a cart and horse? he asked her and Rhiannon gave a solemn nod before taking the reins and then waiting until he was headed to his own horse before speaking. You lied to me, she whispered softly, casting a glance at him and swallowing before looking forward, urging the horse into a gentle trot behind the man who was his uncle, realizing they were now flanked on all sides by guards on horseback. The tension within her, she was sure was almost palatable and her knuckles were white as they gripped the reins of the horse pulling the small cart toward the palace that was not to terribly far away but further than he needed to be walking.
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Vincent turned to her once she grabbed his shoulder. He noticed the worried look in her eyes, and saw the trembling in her fingers as she adjusted his cloak. What was she afraid of? It wasn't as if she had anything to hide. He found himself unable to protest to her order to sit down, despite his surprise that she was still so forward with him after learning who he was. As the cart was brought to him, he sat next to her as his uncle handed her the reins. What was I supposed to tell you? I didn't know who you were. Besides, would you believe a random stranger who told you that he was a crown prince? he retorted to her comment as the city guard filed in around them being led through the city streets by his uncle. It wasn't long before their party entered the gates to the castle. The usual hustle of servants and stablehands working was briefly interrupted upon their arrival. Squires and pages who were previously striking the pell with practice swords or tilting against the quintain halted their training. Their prince was back from the dead. Some were thrilled and excited, whilst some of the other squires scowled in chagrin that a tough competitor would still be training with them. None however took as much notice of Vincent's return than the royal advisor Percival of Warwick. Eyeing him from the window of his fourth story apartment, the glass of wine he was previously nursing shattered in his fingers, his angry scowl burning with hatred as red dripped from his hand. Such was his fury that his face showed know sign from pain as wine mixed with blood to burn at the open wound in his palm.
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Rhiannon swallowed. His point was valid but didn't ease her mind. As the guards stopped in front of the large entryway, she pulled the horse's reins to stop him and then lowered her eyes to her lap as everyone dismounted. His Uncle approached them and helped her down. She fixed her cloak over her homespun and watched as someone else helped Vincent down and then both of them were led into the castle. The great hall was filled with courtiers and guards watching as the both of them were led before the king. Her first glimpse of the man showed how similar in appearance he was to his son if only being twenty some odd years older. Fit and handsome, but a man that would kill her without hesitation for what she could do. My son! A woman cried out. Much the same age as her husband, though the years had been kind to her. She descended from the throne by her husband and put her hands to Vincent's face. We have been worried sick. You look so pale... She glanced at his attire and then at Rhiannon before looking back at her child. How do you feel? She asked as guards took courtiers out, leaving the throne room empty save for the reunited family, Rhiannon and a few guards.
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Vincent came down from the cart once they approached the large doors leading to the throne room, his uncle and the castle guards escorting them. It was only a few moments later that his mother flew off her throne to embrace him. I feel fine mother, although I was in terrible shape earlier he said, parting slowly and telling her everything that happened. His father joined in their reunion listening with great interest..particularly everything having to do with Rhiannon. Percival was skulking behind the throne, damning her with every fibre of his being for rescuing him from almost certain death. Well, what did I tell you about heading off on your own like that?!? You could've gotten yourself killed! his father said, slapping him harshly across the face. You know we've been getting reports of bandit activity in the woods. You could've gone with a few squires at least, or even better with an escort of knights you fool. Do you expect to be able to fence your way out of every situation? he said sternly, before looking at his brother I blame you for this as well Albrecht. You're the master of arms, and are responsible for him. Its a good thing he learned a thing or two, or he would've come back a corpse the king growled before returning to the throne.