Thread: Spoils of War (Decay&Maria)

Oddly, a soothing wave of comfort crashed over Maria as she listened to him speak to her. His hushed tone was not angry as she expected, by thoughtful. Though a hint of disappointment appeared on is his face. Did he expect her to fight back so he could kill her in front of his men? Tristan must of known by now that the champion warrior that was standing before him was a woman when she first spoke. To Maria, it dawned on her that to him that no matter the gender of his opponent, his primary goal was to eliminate them from the war. On normal circumstances, she would agree with him on certain terms. In the rules of knightly chivalry, even speaking to a woman in a disrespecting tone who did not deserve it was wrong. Murdering a woman, even if she was the Cardon's best warrior in many years, was the ultimate wrong doing. Clearly that meant nothing to the powerful Prince of Ranoc. As quickly as her glimpse of respect for Tristan came, it went just as fast, replaced by disrespect and disappointment. He may have been generous for her option of life or death, but either way would be miserable for her. She was quite aware of the purpose of taking her back as a valuable prisoner. He hadn't even discovered yet that he had the most valuable prisoner of all time, the Princess of Cardon. For such a great leader he was chopped up to be, he seemed like a complete tool to her. Maria's body shuddered as his hand grabbed her arm to lead her away. It was repulsive to her that a Ranoc man was touching her. To her and her women in the Cardon kingdom, the Ranocian men were by far the most undesirable men in the world. She pulled on his hold not to escape, that would be foolish of her, but to keep as much distance between the two as possible. While most prisoned warriors would hold their heads down in shame, Maria was not that easy to give fully. She held her head up high, her eyes straight forward as she walked beside him. As he brought the rope over to her, she sneered at him in a hushed tone. I said let me leave with my honor. Are you deaf or just an idiot? I'm not letting you tie up my hands! She began to tug away from him, but one of his grunts held up their weapon just in case she did pull away. She sighed and let him tie up her hands, completely annoyed with him. She payed no attention to Tristan mounting his new horse. Instead she watched as the Ranoc army charged towards the remaining Cardons, outnumbering them. Her enemies laughed and hollered in excitement as the Cardons finally retreated behind the hills. A sudden emptiness hit her as she realized she was all alone. A wave of fear crashes through her, but she forced it down. She was too stubborn to show the Ranocians, especially their prince, Fear. Maria's began to squeal as Tristan lifted her with complete ease onto his stead but she hastily silenced herself, biting down on her tongue. She balanced herself on the horse, she kicked Tristan hard in the back of the leg. A little heads up would of been nice before you hoist me like a doll. She growled out in a hush tone as they began their travel. The Ranoc prince made a point not to speak to her which irked her. It gave her time to think about her situation. She knew it would only be a short amount of time before the Prince discovered her true identity and she desperately wish to be unknown. Thousands ideas rushed through her mind, but many she had to reject due to her detriment of her hands behind her back. The only way she had even the tiniest chance of escaping was if she could untie her hands. The possibility arose when Tristan lead her into enemy grounds. The man stared as Tristan trotted by on the horse with the unknown soldier behind him, clearly having many questions to ask about her. Once again, Tristan lifted her smooth off the horse, dragging her into a large tent, obviously being his own private resting area while at war. Maria glanced around quietly at his belongings, shocked by how simplistic the tent's containment a were. It was everything a person would expect from a typical soldier's tent, not a general or even a prince's. Before she studied his room anymore, she caught a small silver knife resting on his makeshift dining table. With hope rushing though her, she desperately walked by the table following behind him, grabbing the knife and slipping it beneath her chain mail. Her sky blue eyes watched him closely, but he had not been aware of her sly steal. What a major slip up by a guard of a prisoner. Very slowly, she began moving the knife against the rope, gradually cutting it as he moved between her and the tent's exit. As he demanded answer from her, she decided to be a smart ass to him just to really bug him. I'm not sure of what my name is. I must of hit my head on the ground during the battle. She had a smirk in her voice as he could not see it beneath her helmet, another thing he had foolishly forgotten to do. What is wrong with a woman fighting in battle? Or are you upset that I almost kicked your ass in front of all your men? She knew he would become enraged with her answer, but wanted to delay him as she was only half way through cutting the rope. Also, she wanted to see how far she could push the Prince. After all, he was a noble man. Noblemen have to deal with very frustrating people, so this made her curious as to how far she could push him till he snapped.