Thread: The Prince's Plight

Reina merely rolled her eyes as he barked at her after spitting in her direction. She knew he was little more then a barbarian but if that spitting thing was going to become a habit they might just have to gag him. As for what he said, well she honestly didn't care. Reina had heard much worse as she was rising in the ranks and anything he said would run off her skin. Frankly, he could call her whatever he wanted and she couldn't care less. He was a prisoner now and she had already shown who was superior of the two on the battlefield. After all, it wasn't her who was being held captive in the enemy capital. I understand your people are barbarians but when you're within these walls it wouldn't hurt you be a bit more polite. Though maybe you lack the ability to actually act like a civil human. Reina shot back with her own glare. Her hands were crossed tightly over her chest as her own blue eyes bore into his crimson ones. There was nothing but contempt in the room as two enemies stared off against each other. What she wouldn't give to be able to go to her own room and finally relax without having to deal with brute who was now her so called slave. The king's word may be law but that didn't mean she couldn't have another word with him in private. Maybe tonight she might actually be able to convince him just how horrible of an idea this was and the Prince would find himself at the hand's of their dungeon master instead. When the doctor came in and cut away the bindings she half expected him to start attacking and running around like a wild man. Needless to say she was surprised at just how calm he was taking this and how he wasn't putting up much of a fight against the frailer man. Maybe he did have some sense of self preservation or maybe he was just biding his time until he had a better chance of escape. Ha, Reina snorted at the idea that he could possibly be smart enough to come up with a plan that involved anything other then flailing his fists and trying to hit anything within twenty feet of himself. Maybe he had just calmed down and realized that fighting against the man who was healing him would have been pointless and extremely unproductive. Well with his arm in a sling and with the countless bruises he had at least he wouldn't be as much of a problem for now. Even someone like him had to realize that in this state the guards would be more then happy to get their revenge and take some of their anger out on him. Dammit, that was just another headache for her. She'd have to make sure that no one in the castle actually did enough damage to kill him which would cause the war to go on even longer. Her eyes roamed over his body as the doctor worked more with curiosity then anything else. He had a whole mesh of scars marking his life as a warrior instead of a pampered prince that many might assume. Hard muscle of a fighter born of hours and hours of training with swords as well as general fighting. She had already seen him standing up and he easily towered over her by at least a good foot or so. One of the things that did annoy her about being a woman was that most of the soldiers under her were quite a bit taller then her. It made it difficult to bark orders at them when she actually had to crane her head to do it. Of course his coloration was what shocked most people with that head of white hair and stark red eyes contrasting with the tanned skin. No doubt that had given him a bit of difficulty growing up. Reina could feel his eyes on her but she didn't really think much of it. They were two enemies who were sizing each other up to get any idea of a weakness that might be easily exploited in this ever changing chess game. You do realize that the more agreeable you are the less problems you'll have. To be frank, the less I have to see you the better but that doesn't seem like it's going to happen. So why don't you just be a good little prince and not attack people and maybe the guards won't try to kill you when your back is turned. The woman didn't make any move to move any closer to him but shifted a bit so her arms were hanging lazily by her side. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd be too tired to act like the asshole he had shown himself to be.