Thread: The Princess's Escort (Dark Saint x AlluringEnigma)

The Princess had always been a lovely sort. Abrasive and condescending at the best of times, but easy enough on the eyes so that Duncan had at least two reasons to enjoy watching her leave during his years of service to the King. A sheen of sweat from the heat of the tunnel, combined with the stress of what was happening didn't do her any favors if she hoped to avoid hungry eyes, either. As much as he may have detested the woman, Duncan wasn't going to lie and say he had never imagined hiking her skirts up to rut her like a common street whore. However right then with the Fraichin army already past the gates and likely moving for the keep was not the time to indulge in his more base fantasies. It'd only be a matter of time before they found the escape tunnel and Duncan was loathe to split the fortunes of such a capture with the common oafs that made up the majority of Fraichin footmen these days. But of course the Princess had to open her fucking mouth. Mention of his exile and the lands stripped from him brought a set jaw and steely glare to his face as he watched her. His grip flexed and twisted on the handle of his sword as he reminded himself that he at the very least needed to the Princess alive until he had turned her in. She went on as he expected her to. Lines that he'd imagined a thousand times over the last few years, listening to them in his mind again and again, and taking a measure of joy in just how he pictured it would all go. And of course after having served under her for so long his prediction was rather accurate. She began with begging and pleading veiled as pleasantries and kindness, with offers to restore everything that she'd stripped from him that day years ago, and ending with such a haughty air as if she thought her offer would assuredly make up for so many years of pain and mockery and loss. She was so desperate to live but that damned false pride of hers would be her undoing. To Linz, you say? He looked past her in the direction of the falling city, That's a fair few miles across open land. A few days maybe, in better times, but Fraichin raiding parties have made the roads dangerous. The moment they realize you aren't here, they'll lock down every road between here and the capital, so heading directly north won't help you. The grin that came to him could perhaps be excused as joy and the thought of the Princess's promise, As much as you may not want to hear it, it'd be in our best interests to head south for a time as such that they lose our scent. But no, he wouldn't let her slip off that easily. Even if it was a lie. He had to see just how desperate she would be to live and retake her precious throne. He stepped closer towards her and shifted his sword so that it begin to draw across her throat rather than point directly at her. Its funny you mention price, my lady. Because - you see - I'm a sell-sword these days. Not a knight. Gold and titles are all well and good, but I need some sort of payment now. A security, if you will. His free hand reached out and gloved fingers hooked on the top of the soft blouse she wore, Besides. You'd need to ditch all this garb in the wilderness, anyways. So. Are you willing to pay, my lady?