Thread: Love and Betrayal   (Unlucky & Candria)

Harold was somewhat familiar with Sophia's estate as he had been there a few times as a guest, so he had a general idea as to where Sophia would be. Granted, if she wasn't then his chances of him finding her and protecting decreased dramatically. He knew her room was around here somewhere! He heard the sound of a door open, and he whirled around with his blade drawn. His chain mail shifted a bit as well generating a little bit more noise. Was he about to be attacked? By who or what? The knight's mind raced till he saw the person who had started approaching this way. He could never forget that beautiful face ,and the fiery locks that she had. He was that she would run off, and get herself in an even worse situation than before. To his surprise, she surrendered to him. This was working out far better than what he originally thought, he figured she would have at least tried to run off before surrendering. The knight grabbed Sophia by the hand firmly, it wasn't a sign of hostility, but it was evident she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He kept his blade unsheathed, not because he was afraid of what she might do, but of what others might try to do in order to have their way with her. He didn't want to reveal his face to her right now, though he was surprised she didn't recognize the dark blue scarf she made to match his deep blue eyes, which were hidden by his helmet. Granted, what he wanted to do was lead her to the exit and tell her to flee, but she was his one shot at getting his revenge against Lord Heldrick for framing him. That scum would have to come for his only daughter, and that was when he would strike down that traitorous bastard for his crimes. Even if he would live infamy he would have his vengeance. Sadly taking her into the lion's den, otherwise known as the rebel camp, was something he had to do in order to ensure that he got his chance. As they walked back out of the mansion, Sophia would get to see some of her handmaidens struggling to get away from the rebels. What the rebels were going to do to them was fairly obvious with the lust in their eyes, granted those who were not lucky enough set their sights on Sophia. Their intentions were less than pure, as if some of their bloodied weapons didn't already indicate that. If she wasn't intimidated by their leers, then she may notice the corpse of a few of her servants and guards. Males were rarely spared in these types of raids, especially if they put up resistance. The knight paused and held his sword at the rebels, Let the women go. He said anger was evident in his voice. One of the rebels spit at his feet, N' why should we listen you? We don't have to follow your code of chivalry. There was a murmur of agreement behind the rebel, the knight's posture indicated he was less than pleased to hear that answer. Simple, because though we are rebels, we are not savages. They're commoners just like you lot, they're not nobles or the crown that you seek to tear down. Unless of course, you intend to take their place and become the enemy you so despise. Or if you aren't willing to listen to me, then I'll run you through with my blade and let God judge you here and now. There was utter confidence as the knight spoke, he wasn't informing the rebels what might happen, but what will happen. The group got a bit silent, and they would release the handmaidens, who would give an apologetic look toward Sophia before they were escorted out by a few of the rebels. Well what about her? She's a fine prize and she isn't a commoner either. There was another murmur of agreement as the rebels seemed to step closer to Sophia, but the knight kept his blade raised. If you so much as touch her then I'll be sure to cut off your manhood before killing you. The knight threatened before pulling Sophia away with the group. He would lead her into the garden were there were less rebels around them, but no obvious route of escape. Harold would finally sheath his blade, and released Sophia. He then turned to face her, and would remove his great helmet from his head. Revealing his identity to her, if she hadn't already figured out who he was before then, his short blonde hair was free of its encasement, and his deep blue eyes peered down at her observing her beauty. It wasn't a lustful stare, but one that was happy to see a trusted friend. It's alright Sophia, no harm shall befall you as long as I still walk this earth. He said, hoping that she at least still trusted her friend. Granted, this friend was about to take her into the lion's den, but he would explain that in due time.