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Conrad's death had scarred him in ways not immediately visible to the naked eye, but if one paid attention, they could see the subtle changes in Killian since the passing of his father figure. There were no longer any tolerance for mistakes, and Killian did not hesitate to cut them out if he felt as if they were not living up to his near-impossible standards.
Capturing the crown prince for ransom had came as a surprise to the rugged thieves, but none of them dared to raise their concerns. Though his age was a few years off theirs, Killian held a certain air of dominance that no one dared to challenge. They followed the incontestable plan carefully down to every detail, timing the kidnapping perfectly so that there would be minimal guards around to dispose of.
No one expected an ambush, but an ambush was what had happened. The rugged thieves leapt out of the bushes at every angle, arrows flying from the taut strings of their bows at the poor knights, while others chose to whip out their daggers to engage in close combat. Though their honor was admirable, none of them were prepared for the underhanded manner of the thieves, and the battle was over within minutes. Bloodied corpses were strewn about the carriage, forgotten about as Killian made his way towards the terrified crown prince.
They had proceeded to drag the prince back to their base, and followed it with a round of celebrations at the nearby inn. but Killian did not share their sentiment. This was far too easy. There was no sense of satisfaction, no perfect conclusion for the arduous preparation prior to the kidnapping. Word would spread to the King, but until then they would not lay a finger on the prince. False confidence permeated Richard Whitehall's every word, and Killian found himself disgusted at the man. This was the Crown Prince - a sniveling coward who was supposed to be the glorious leader of their kingdom, the one man everyone should bow to, and he couldn't even protect himself. It was amusing, but the fact that the man was the very evidence of the corruption of the rich would only be overlooked by the other citizens. Perhaps if Killian had been blessed at birth, it would have been him in that position, preparing to wear the crown. Would it fit him? This was but a fantasy that should not, no, could not be entertained. Killian's place was here, as the leader of the rugged thieves, and thinking otherwise would only lead to his death.
Two days after the crown prince's kidnapping, two of the rugged thieves dragged a woman back to base, snorting obnoxiously and exclaiming that they were her Prince Charming. The others threw the damsel into the dungeons, laughing obnoxiously about their plans for her. There was nothing charming about their words, but Killian would not stop them. He had little care for what they did when there were no missions.
Yet, he couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was off about her capture. A random damsel wandering the forest, just days after the crown prince was kidnapped? It was much too close for his liking, and his instincts had never led him astray. He following it, entering the dungeons in search of the woman, only to find air and dust occupying the spot the others had supposedly left her in. The fools had probably acted on their lust instead of their mind, and had probably left her unchained.
Though there could be a possibility that she was exactly who she said she was, Killian no longer had faith in it. There was no one around, which meant that he had to find the woman, and he had to do it fast. The fools were still stuck drowning themselves in as much ale as a human belly could hold, but Killian was stuck down in the grimy old dungeons, hands wrapped around his dagger as he searched for the woman.
The dungeon had been there when they occupied the abandoned mansion, and Killian had a couple of years to familiarize himself with the secret walkways. The prince was safely locked away in a secret room on the far side of the dungeon, and Killian wasn't worried about him being found. What he was worried about, however, was the fact that the woman could have escaped to bring back reinforcements with her.
It took walking around for a few minutes before Killian heard footsteps, and he froze. Pulling his mask up to hide his mouth and nose, he continued in the direction of the sounds, slowing down in an attempt to be as silent as possible. The dungeon was dark, but not entirely so. A dim light enveloped it, just barely bright enough for him to see the dusty ground before him. There was no figure in sight, but judging from the amplifying volume, the woman was near.
Killianโs body was tense, his arm ready to strike out at any moment. Best case scenario, he would take the girl alive and interrogate her, but it didnโt matter if she ended up dead. What mattered was keeping their base of operations a secret from the royal guard. He had faith in his own skills, and the skills of the rugged thieves, but the number of the royal guard far outnumbered them.
There.
It was barely noticeable, but Killian could make out the faint outline of the woman from where he stood. Keeping his breathing low and steady, he tip-toed closer, and closer, until the distance between them was perfect. WIthout a secondโs notice, he struck, thrusting his wrist out and aiming the dagger at her nape.
Capturing the crown prince for ransom had came as a surprise to the rugged thieves, but none of them dared to raise their concerns. Though his age was a few years off theirs, Killian held a certain air of dominance that no one dared to challenge. They followed the incontestable plan carefully down to every detail, timing the kidnapping perfectly so that there would be minimal guards around to dispose of.
No one expected an ambush, but an ambush was what had happened. The rugged thieves leapt out of the bushes at every angle, arrows flying from the taut strings of their bows at the poor knights, while others chose to whip out their daggers to engage in close combat. Though their honor was admirable, none of them were prepared for the underhanded manner of the thieves, and the battle was over within minutes. Bloodied corpses were strewn about the carriage, forgotten about as Killian made his way towards the terrified crown prince.
They had proceeded to drag the prince back to their base, and followed it with a round of celebrations at the nearby inn. but Killian did not share their sentiment. This was far too easy. There was no sense of satisfaction, no perfect conclusion for the arduous preparation prior to the kidnapping. Word would spread to the King, but until then they would not lay a finger on the prince. False confidence permeated Richard Whitehall's every word, and Killian found himself disgusted at the man. This was the Crown Prince - a sniveling coward who was supposed to be the glorious leader of their kingdom, the one man everyone should bow to, and he couldn't even protect himself. It was amusing, but the fact that the man was the very evidence of the corruption of the rich would only be overlooked by the other citizens. Perhaps if Killian had been blessed at birth, it would have been him in that position, preparing to wear the crown. Would it fit him? This was but a fantasy that should not, no, could not be entertained. Killian's place was here, as the leader of the rugged thieves, and thinking otherwise would only lead to his death.
Two days after the crown prince's kidnapping, two of the rugged thieves dragged a woman back to base, snorting obnoxiously and exclaiming that they were her Prince Charming. The others threw the damsel into the dungeons, laughing obnoxiously about their plans for her. There was nothing charming about their words, but Killian would not stop them. He had little care for what they did when there were no missions.
Yet, he couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was off about her capture. A random damsel wandering the forest, just days after the crown prince was kidnapped? It was much too close for his liking, and his instincts had never led him astray. He following it, entering the dungeons in search of the woman, only to find air and dust occupying the spot the others had supposedly left her in. The fools had probably acted on their lust instead of their mind, and had probably left her unchained.
Though there could be a possibility that she was exactly who she said she was, Killian no longer had faith in it. There was no one around, which meant that he had to find the woman, and he had to do it fast. The fools were still stuck drowning themselves in as much ale as a human belly could hold, but Killian was stuck down in the grimy old dungeons, hands wrapped around his dagger as he searched for the woman.
The dungeon had been there when they occupied the abandoned mansion, and Killian had a couple of years to familiarize himself with the secret walkways. The prince was safely locked away in a secret room on the far side of the dungeon, and Killian wasn't worried about him being found. What he was worried about, however, was the fact that the woman could have escaped to bring back reinforcements with her.
It took walking around for a few minutes before Killian heard footsteps, and he froze. Pulling his mask up to hide his mouth and nose, he continued in the direction of the sounds, slowing down in an attempt to be as silent as possible. The dungeon was dark, but not entirely so. A dim light enveloped it, just barely bright enough for him to see the dusty ground before him. There was no figure in sight, but judging from the amplifying volume, the woman was near.
Killianโs body was tense, his arm ready to strike out at any moment. Best case scenario, he would take the girl alive and interrogate her, but it didnโt matter if she ended up dead. What mattered was keeping their base of operations a secret from the royal guard. He had faith in his own skills, and the skills of the rugged thieves, but the number of the royal guard far outnumbered them.
There.
It was barely noticeable, but Killian could make out the faint outline of the woman from where he stood. Keeping his breathing low and steady, he tip-toed closer, and closer, until the distance between them was perfect. WIthout a secondโs notice, he struck, thrusting his wrist out and aiming the dagger at her nape.
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It didn't take Calynna very long to try and track down the people that had abducted the crown prince. What they intended to do with him, she had no idea. Likely ask for a large ransom, considering their victim happened to be of the utmost importance in all of Alyria. He was next in line to be the king โ which, if Calynna's opinion meant anything, would be a terrible decision. But she was the leader of the Imperial Guard and she took an oath to protect anyone from inside those castle walls โ spoiled little prince's who could never defend themselves, included.
The plan was simple. Shed her imperial robes for the time being, in favour of something more simple, something more feminine, which would make her look like nothing more than a maiden after the prince's own heart. She felt like gagging just thinking about it, but it was a good enough ruse to tempt the lusty-eyed fools into chaining her up. She'd get out of being held quickly enough, and after that, all that was left to do was find out where they were keeping the prince, and then take him back to the castle safely, and discreetly.
Because of the garb she had on, nobody thought to check her for weapons, and for once, her acting had been spot on. It was incredibly hard to play the role of the weeping, damsel in distress, but she played it off well enough to land herself in the dungeons. She had to work quickly, before those drunken fools came back and found her gone. Even if they managed to track her down, she wasn't worried about dealing with three men twice her size โ that wasn't so hard. She just didn't want to make a mess, because the Queen had asked her to be discreet. Plus, she had a feeling that while these other men could be a little thick, their leader definitely wasn't.
And it turned out, he was the only one she had to worry about. She'd been searching the dungeons for their latest capture when she heard it. It might have gone completely unnoticed to anyone else, but Calynna was raised to fight, and therefore she picked up on the smallest of sounds because she needed to always be alert. Just as a hand struck out, she dodged out of the way and quickly reached into her boots to grab the dagger she stored there. She would have preferred her knife, but that was much harder to smuggle under a dress.
Speaking of which, a dress made it much harder to fight in, but she wasn't not used to it. She trained a few times that way, so she could hold her own, at least for the time being. She spun around, coming face to face with the leader of the little merry band of misfits, and she wasted no time striking back. Calynna went for a lower blow, trying to catch him off guard.
She had to hand it to the guy โ he was a good fighter. No wonder he'd been doing this for so long. But Calynna was just as experienced, though under different circumstances. She couldn't tell how long the little sparring session lasted. It was a mix of dodges and evasions since neither of them were getting any actual hits in. They were both quite quick, and agile. The only advantage Killian might have had was that he was larger than Calynna, and therefore physically stronger. But that didn't matter. With her next move, she hit him from behind, sending him to the floor.
Calynna launched herself on top of him for good measure. She was sure he could wriggle out from underneath if him if he tried hard enough but she chose to focus on the present. With her seated on his back, she held the tip of her dagger to her knife, using one of her feet to hold down his arm so his weapon wasn't anywhere near her. "I wanted to go the easy way but I'll go the hard way if I must," Calynna told the man, sinking her dagger in a little deeper as a threat, but not enough to draw blood. "Where's theโ"
She stopped herself before she could finish the sentence. Calynna had been about to ask for the whereabouts of the prince, but before she had the chance to do so, she noticed something on the back of Killian's neck. A strangely familiar mark. It was enough to draw her attention to it completely, rendering her vulnerable, due to this distraction. Slowly, she moved the knife away from his throat, instead using it to push away some of the hair that rested against the nape of his neck. She could see the mark more clearly now, despite the dim lighting in the dungeon, and it made Calynna freeze.
It was no ordinary birthmark. Calynna had seen that on only two other people. The king, and the crown prince of Alyria. Only the men of royal lineage could be born with the mark.
And that meant that Killian Ashbridge was no ordinary man.
The plan was simple. Shed her imperial robes for the time being, in favour of something more simple, something more feminine, which would make her look like nothing more than a maiden after the prince's own heart. She felt like gagging just thinking about it, but it was a good enough ruse to tempt the lusty-eyed fools into chaining her up. She'd get out of being held quickly enough, and after that, all that was left to do was find out where they were keeping the prince, and then take him back to the castle safely, and discreetly.
Because of the garb she had on, nobody thought to check her for weapons, and for once, her acting had been spot on. It was incredibly hard to play the role of the weeping, damsel in distress, but she played it off well enough to land herself in the dungeons. She had to work quickly, before those drunken fools came back and found her gone. Even if they managed to track her down, she wasn't worried about dealing with three men twice her size โ that wasn't so hard. She just didn't want to make a mess, because the Queen had asked her to be discreet. Plus, she had a feeling that while these other men could be a little thick, their leader definitely wasn't.
And it turned out, he was the only one she had to worry about. She'd been searching the dungeons for their latest capture when she heard it. It might have gone completely unnoticed to anyone else, but Calynna was raised to fight, and therefore she picked up on the smallest of sounds because she needed to always be alert. Just as a hand struck out, she dodged out of the way and quickly reached into her boots to grab the dagger she stored there. She would have preferred her knife, but that was much harder to smuggle under a dress.
Speaking of which, a dress made it much harder to fight in, but she wasn't not used to it. She trained a few times that way, so she could hold her own, at least for the time being. She spun around, coming face to face with the leader of the little merry band of misfits, and she wasted no time striking back. Calynna went for a lower blow, trying to catch him off guard.
She had to hand it to the guy โ he was a good fighter. No wonder he'd been doing this for so long. But Calynna was just as experienced, though under different circumstances. She couldn't tell how long the little sparring session lasted. It was a mix of dodges and evasions since neither of them were getting any actual hits in. They were both quite quick, and agile. The only advantage Killian might have had was that he was larger than Calynna, and therefore physically stronger. But that didn't matter. With her next move, she hit him from behind, sending him to the floor.
Calynna launched herself on top of him for good measure. She was sure he could wriggle out from underneath if him if he tried hard enough but she chose to focus on the present. With her seated on his back, she held the tip of her dagger to her knife, using one of her feet to hold down his arm so his weapon wasn't anywhere near her. "I wanted to go the easy way but I'll go the hard way if I must," Calynna told the man, sinking her dagger in a little deeper as a threat, but not enough to draw blood. "Where's theโ"
She stopped herself before she could finish the sentence. Calynna had been about to ask for the whereabouts of the prince, but before she had the chance to do so, she noticed something on the back of Killian's neck. A strangely familiar mark. It was enough to draw her attention to it completely, rendering her vulnerable, due to this distraction. Slowly, she moved the knife away from his throat, instead using it to push away some of the hair that rested against the nape of his neck. She could see the mark more clearly now, despite the dim lighting in the dungeon, and it made Calynna freeze.
It was no ordinary birthmark. Calynna had seen that on only two other people. The king, and the crown prince of Alyria. Only the men of royal lineage could be born with the mark.
And that meant that Killian Ashbridge was no ordinary man.
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Killian Ashbridge
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She was not a damsel in distress. Killian would murder the rest of the thieves if he survived this. They were often too preoccupied with what was between their thighs instead of using their mind for any good, but once Killian was done with them, they wouldn't have anything between their thighs at all. Those damned idiots, they had almost risked the mission. If Killian had been out on a mission of his own, the entire plan would have fallen apart, and it would be their head they would have to worry about.
It was clear she was a fighter. A knight, perhaps? Though Killian hadn't imagined that they would accept females for the royal guard, he could have just very well be mistaken. Perhaps they were aware that the criminals were easily swayed by long hair and dainty little hands, and had sent her to assassinate the kidnappers. Still, the most embarrassing matter was that she had overpowered him. A woman had overpowered him. Killian would cut out her tongue before he let news of this spread.
Though, something had caught her attention. She seemed to have been drawn to his birthmark, as if there was anything noteworthy about it. As far as he knew, he had been born with it, but there was no particular meaning to the mark. When he was younger he had deemed it a curse, his naive mind so desperate for love and affection that he thought perhaps it had been the reason his parents had abandoned him. He was no longer that illogical. It was simply a mark, but it was a mark that would save him.
He took advantage of the woman's strange surprise, turning his head over to bite her knife with his teeth, clenching them down and holding the knife there. A surge of power rushing through him, he channelled all his strength into overpowering her grip on his weapon-less arm, elbowing her in the forearm once he was free to paralyse her movement momentarily before punching her jaw to incapacitate her.
In one smooth motion, he grabbed her, rolling over while releasing the knife in his mouth until he was on top of her, before grabbing her arm wielding the knife that was too close for comfort. Now that he had the upper hand, both his arms were free, and he pressed his knife to her throat. The game had changed.
"Who are you? I know you're here for the prince, but tell me, did the King send you?" he questioned, his eyes betraying a quiet, smoldering rage that was threatening to spill over and burn them both. He would find out who sent her, and then cut her throat before she had a chance to retaliate. And if it was the King...it would be the Crown Prince's demise. Perhaps he should cut off a hand or a knee, send it to the palace as a gift. Perhaps then they would begin to take this seriously.
It was clear she was a fighter. A knight, perhaps? Though Killian hadn't imagined that they would accept females for the royal guard, he could have just very well be mistaken. Perhaps they were aware that the criminals were easily swayed by long hair and dainty little hands, and had sent her to assassinate the kidnappers. Still, the most embarrassing matter was that she had overpowered him. A woman had overpowered him. Killian would cut out her tongue before he let news of this spread.
Though, something had caught her attention. She seemed to have been drawn to his birthmark, as if there was anything noteworthy about it. As far as he knew, he had been born with it, but there was no particular meaning to the mark. When he was younger he had deemed it a curse, his naive mind so desperate for love and affection that he thought perhaps it had been the reason his parents had abandoned him. He was no longer that illogical. It was simply a mark, but it was a mark that would save him.
He took advantage of the woman's strange surprise, turning his head over to bite her knife with his teeth, clenching them down and holding the knife there. A surge of power rushing through him, he channelled all his strength into overpowering her grip on his weapon-less arm, elbowing her in the forearm once he was free to paralyse her movement momentarily before punching her jaw to incapacitate her.
In one smooth motion, he grabbed her, rolling over while releasing the knife in his mouth until he was on top of her, before grabbing her arm wielding the knife that was too close for comfort. Now that he had the upper hand, both his arms were free, and he pressed his knife to her throat. The game had changed.
"Who are you? I know you're here for the prince, but tell me, did the King send you?" he questioned, his eyes betraying a quiet, smoldering rage that was threatening to spill over and burn them both. He would find out who sent her, and then cut her throat before she had a chance to retaliate. And if it was the King...it would be the Crown Prince's demise. Perhaps he should cut off a hand or a knee, send it to the palace as a gift. Perhaps then they would begin to take this seriously.
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