Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Daycen The dawns sun cascaded its rays all about the gathering party. Their entourage was falling in line and they were all but ready to set out for their trek to the neighboring kingdom and, of course, Daycens future. Such a future that seemed more and more inevitable with each passing hour. He and his sister had conspired to find some way to distance themselves from the alliance, but it seemed their own pact may have disintegrated with the disaster that came the night before. It left Daycen anxious in his own sort of way. More so than any other of their forbidden encounters. He hadnt known the princess would take to setting off alone, outside of their royal carriage, but he wasnt too surprised to find her mounted atop a horse, ready to ride. Ready to be away from him. It was becoming clear to Daycen that his sister still wasnt quite ready to accept what their relationship was fast evolving into. For that matter, neither was the prince. Perhaps a kingdom apart would do them so good and stomp out these unholy incestuous cravings. It was the most logical train of thought, but Daycen had hardly managed to keep such running thus far and doubted he would now. This proved true enough as his eyes were still drawn to his twin. When their eyes met, Solveig averted her gaze quickly enough and a frown crossed his features for but a second. The end of this trip may very well be the end of whatever they were. Relief . The prince tried to force himself to think. This dangerous game was some insanity wrought up with nothing more than clashing egos. They were going to ruin each other. But Gods, what he wouldnt do take her from that horse and lead into the stables and fuck her senseless. No matter how many times he would try to get rid of the urges, here they came bubbling to the surface. Now would be as good as time as any to cross into the carriage. So he went, dressed much fairer than his sibling. For that, a tinge of embarrassment, turning to a bit of rage came to be. If one were to ride, it should have been him, by his men. Too late now, it seemed. The sigil of their house atop the right breast of a black doublet made of fine velvet. The trim was of gold, lining the collar and along the edge of where it crossed one half to the other, each button the shape of small phoenixes, again their sigil. The breeches were of the matching black, leading to boots of the same. His hair was neat and washed and brushed, befitting a prince after a rough day of travel. He could have met the young Brianen today and be fit to marry her well enough. Without another look to his sister, he stepped into his own method of transportation and the knights and royal guard fell into line, along with the following peasants and supporters whom would cling and should praise until their feet ache and they ventured back to wherever it was they crawled from. -- Half the day had passed with hardly an event to notice. The scenery was as beautiful as ever along the road connecting one country to the next. It was maintained at a near constant pace, as these were the most often traveled. The entire ride should have been calm, peaceful, with nothing more than numbness in the legs from too much damn sitting to worry about. The bandits who had troubled the Inn wouldnt dare to attack bother men properly trained surrounding an escorted prince and princess. Especially upon the Royalroad. No cause for worry came until they found the huge bridge blocked with debris and ruined carts and carriages. They entered the chaos so suddenly, Daycen was hardly warned before arrows pierced his transport. Temporary shock took over, his mind ticking through the process of understanding just what was happening. When he did, he took to action, instinct kicking in as horses outside began to whinny and men began to shout. The barbaric cries of bandits boomed about. It was an ambush. A cry from what sounded close enough to commander of the Royal guard came to his ears as he stepped out, such folly as it was, without armor or weapon, Daycen was a fighter. Milord, you are not armed for combat, remai- Roland Overmarshs warning was abruptly cut as an arrow opened his throat and stuck, blood oozing from his mouth as he fell from his horse. Daycen acted, adrenaline pumping and anger building. Where was his sister? Was she alright? He would have to find out after. He took Rolands half helm upon his own head, retrieving his castle-forged steel sword and dirk. He turned just in time to strike down a scantily armored bandit, protected by little more than rags and the horned helmet atop his head, which now leaned grotesquely away from half his neck, Daycens slash not beheading the man cleanly enough. It did, however, work well enough it made no difference. The attacker was dead. The knights were scrambling, but the Royal guard held formation surrounding the carriage, or so it seemed from this side. His sister had best be under protection. The skirmish was small and already the barbarians were being brought to heel. What had they hoped to accomplish? They attacked with so few The sharp pain came as sudden as the attack itself. Daycen looked to find an arrow lodged into his right shoulder blade. His sword hung uselessly now, but he managed to jam and twist the dirk into another would-be beast of a man, wielding a massive axe that would have easily split his skull in two. Instead, it was the axe-man who sputtered blood from his mouth and fell back to squirm and agony, Daycens dirk still stuck in his belly. By then another arrow found Daycens left thigh, forcing him to kneel. Then, from behind, a sudden bash to the back of the head darkened his world. Achard The ambush was over and the Kings men and Royal guard prevailed, just as they should have. In no small thanks to the one General Achard and his trailing outfit. It was almost a disaster, however. When the General decided to hire the bandits, the promise of gold had their attention well enough, but it seemed they couldnt quite find it in themselves to ignore the bloodlust. Sure enough, the animals wouldnt get their second half of the fee in anything but steel. The General had commanded of them to ambush and perform a quick strike, only killing if absolutely. In regards to any of the knights and guard. The prince was to be decommissioned. A light wound. Instead, the bloody woodsmen nearly killed him and would have if Daycen hadnt actually managed to be half a capable fighter. Achard himself brought the blow to his head to knock him unconscious. He wouldnt doubt the headstrong prince would have ventured out in some futile attempt at vengeance for his Fathers men and his own outfit. After the attack, the bandits were to flee and the deal would have been complete if not for them mucking it up. Instead, the General gave the order to follow and kill every last one. The encampment itself would suffer the consequences by some other hand. He supposed he got what he paid for, but it wasnt so easy to find a trained sellsword or assassin in the middle of the Royalroad. Achards men joined with the Kingdoms in an effort to strengthen the defense in case another attack may come. The General knew it would not, but this would only strengthen the bonds and approval of his marriage to the princess. Now, to find Solveig, in due time and ensure his future as her King. First though, they needed to clear the mess from the bridge.