Thread: The Prince's Plight

A soft sigh passed through hidden lips as the the helmeted head turned back towards the commotion. People were lining the streets as the procession passed through the middle of town on their way to the castle. It seemed as if the entire city had turned out to see its brave warriors return from battle with what appeared to be some sort of prize in their wagon. The curses could clearly be heard even from the beginning of the precession where the knight was situated on a black steed. Some of the more noble ladies looked as if they were going to faint from the stream of profanities and the governesses quickly covered the ears of their charges who were giggling from hearing such bad words. Everyone looked worse for the wear as the soldiers grumbled and moaned just wanting to get the hell away from the wagon and its' contents. They might have won the battle but the prize was something they would have all rather dropped off at the bottom of the pit and never seen again. Unfortunately that wasn't an option no matter how much they wished and while the rest of the soldiers would get their break from the beast this particular knight would have no such luck. In fact, it would be up to them to present the prize to the king as well as the spoils of war from the battle. Dismounting, the knight handed the reigns over to one of the stable hands before turning back at the circle of soldiers with their spears pointed at the man. Well, if you could even call him a man that is. Princes were supposed to be stoic and composed yet the man from the wagon seemed to be more animal then human. The guards looked a bit shaken as they tried their damnedest to keep him under control while not letting their anger or fear take over. It was like watching a wounded and cornered animal lash out as the hunters tried to close in. The sight would have been almost pathetic if it wasn't for the fact that the knight held absolutely no compassion for the man. With what he had done with the other guards the whole lot of them would have liked to cut him from nose to naval and let the vultures rip him to bits. Of course Corovia wouldn't stand to have their prince killed in such a way and there was no point giving the kingdom incentive to fight even harder. With the prince as a captive they might be able to negotiate enough of a ransom to cripple the kingdom and finally end this god forsaken war once and for all. It had gone on for far too long and no doubt both sides were tired of it all. Leading the way, the knight in black walked through the main doors into the throne room where the King sat on his throne in all his regal bearing. The prison was pushed before him where archers from the balconies steadied their aim in case he tried to attack their King. No one trusted this beast of a man to behave like royalty should and they weren't going to take any chances when the life of their ruler was on the line. Putting a gloved hand to the helmet the knight carefully lifted it up letting black hair spill out from underneath before placing the metal under her arm and going down on one knee in a bow. The face behind the helmet could have belonged to a number of paintings about princesses or elves in a far away land. Soft smooth skin and pink lips marred by a bright red scratch going down the side of her cheek. A souvenir from the battle that had yet to heal and was still an annoyance to her. There were other scratches and bruises under the armor that she would have to take care of as soon as this bit of business was done with. Your highness, I present the Prince Lox to you. The woman said as she looked up and got out of her bow. Cold blue eyes turned to the man as she stretched out a hand as if presenting a prized pig to him. Very good Reina. You have done well. The King's voice boomed through the throne room as he looked down at the fallen prince with amusement. Reina was his greatest knight and time and time again she had proven herself to be able to undertake any task. He would have to reward her for what she had brought him though first he should at least trade some greeting with the beast prince. Well Prince Lox, I welcome you to my castle and my kingdom. I trust that your stay here will be...interesting to say the least. A smirk pulled on the corners of the old man's lips as his brown eyes stared at the sight before him. He had heard many rumors about Lox and no doubt Corovia would be eager to have him back.