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Honeydew and & QueenOfHearts || The Princess and the Thief
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Feb 05, 2024 06:36PM
"I suggest," he said, straightening with a long sigh. "We go on a long walk. Maybe I can help with your....man problem." He said. "I'm not looking for your hand in marriage, nor do I have the wish to hurt you." He said with a mock bow. "However, I know a few ways to get rid of a pest." He said, wondering if she was picking up what he was putting down.
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Rosalind looked at him for a long while, considering what to say in response to that. Her man problem. She supposed she was to say yes and go on that walk. At the very least she could hear what he had to say. Her lips frowned and finally she let out a small sigh. "We can walk around the gardens."
"Lead the way," He said, making a gesture for her to continue on. "How much have you read about poisons?" he asked as they walked. ((T_T sorry I didn't know what to say))
((That's fine))
Rosalind started down the corridor as the strange man walked along beside her. "Yes, I've read a little," she said cautiously. "What, do you want me to poison someone?" She glared his direction, stiffening.
Rosalind started down the corridor as the strange man walked along beside her. "Yes, I've read a little," she said cautiously. "What, do you want me to poison someone?" She glared his direction, stiffening.
"Calm down, I'm just leaving options open." He muttered. "What about swords or daggers, or just anything sharp? You know how tod wield a sword or knife?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My father objects to me learning anything that isn't feminine, so I have not. I've only read a little from the books I've snuck." Rosalind wished she could better defend herself but her father had refused to teach her or let her get in any distance of a knife or weapon to wield herself.
"Hm, might have to change that." He mumbled. "You must know your way around a needle then, right? Like sewing and what not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "If anything, you can sew up a sweater with poison in the fabric." He said with a shrug.
Rosalind raised an eyebrow at that comment. This man was so strange. "What, are you planning on giving me secret lessons?" She smirked a little. She sighed. "I am good at sewing at the very least. I'm sure if you hurt yourself I could even stitch a little rose onto your skin. A poisoned sweater? How would that work?"
I can, if you want any," he said with a smirk of his own, but his face paled when she suggested sewing him up with thread and he shuttered. "That's....that would be a form of torture." He said, genuinely surprised the Princess would say something like that. "And honestly, I don't know." He said with a sigh. "How well would you be able to survive in the middle of nowhere? Like you would have to gather your own food and such on your own?" He asked.
"I'm not sure how I'd be able to do that. I mean...we'd have to figure that out. It's not completely impossible," Princess Rosalind said, more to herself than to the man walking alongside her. They slipped out into the gardens and managed to pass by the guards without them stopping them to question where they were going. "It would be a pretty suture, that's all. But yes, I do know how to sew." She frowned, looking over at him. "Those are kind of some loaded questions." Her feet paused. "What are all these questions for?"
Lucas swallowed a lump when she said it would be pretty. When she asked her question, he raised an eyebrow. He looked back to see how far away they were from the guards before lowering his voice. "You said you wanted to run away," he murmured. "I'm just seeing if you would survive."
Rosalind looked at him carefully, her palms suddenly growing sweaty. "It wouldn't necessarily change anything. They'd send out men after me with notices of what I look like. Rewards for anyone with any information. After all, my father would hate to lose valuable property. Just forget I said anything. I don't know enough to survive. I'm royalty. Pampered into not knowing how to take care of myself." She frowned, shoulders dropping as her eyes wandered off.
"Like I said, we'd have to change that." He repeated. "How about this? If you want, and you can say no, I can come up to the castle tomorrow and—" he heard a loud sound like a door slamming against the wall and froze, his hand immediately going to his dagger. He furrowed his brows and turned, wondering what the sound was. He heard shouting and stepped in front of Rosalind subconsciously, drawing his dagger. ((Okay, I have two choices for what could happen next!))
Option One
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Option Two
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((Would option one do much for Lucas and Rosalind's situation they are currently in?))
((honestly, prob not. But I didn't know if you wanted to do a more like, idk. like a story-building path at first or if ya wanted to start diving into action? if that makes any sense??))
((What if we do the second option and dive right into action. Maybe the castle is under attack and many people inside are killed but Rosalind and Lucas get away?))
((Yeah hehe we like the excitement. Sure! Should I continue with a reply to option 2?))
((Yeah! that'd be great lol))
"The ball is over tonight," Rosalind began, cutting in. "If you came by tomorrow it would certainly look-" but her own words were drowned out by the slamming door followed by an eruption of terrified screaming. A chill ran down her back and she froze, face going pale. The fighting sounds echoed further into the courtyard and grew nearer with every minute. Boots thudded towards them and as Rosalind turned, a small group of men were running in their direction. Seeing the colors and the way they were dressed, Rosalind knew they were not her own men. The sounds of violence and terror meant one thing; somehow, they were under attack.
"Keldings!" she shouted, grabbing his arm suddenly and attempting to pull him off in the opposite direction. What did he think he could do, fight 5 fully armed men on his own with a dagger? Unless he was part of them and had taken her out here away from the crowd on purpose...she had no idea what to think other than the fact that she was dead if she didn't run NOW.
"Keldings!" she shouted, grabbing his arm suddenly and attempting to pull him off in the opposite direction. What did he think he could do, fight 5 fully armed men on his own with a dagger? Unless he was part of them and had taken her out here away from the crowd on purpose...she had no idea what to think other than the fact that she was dead if she didn't run NOW.
The plea is Rosalind's voice caught Lucas off guard, and he turned to look back at her, seeing just how terrified she was. He could either stay and fight, and possibly die, or he could run and keep Rosalind from harm; there could be a reward for that choice, but Lucas knew that he didn't care about the reward. "Come on, go," he said, grabbing her hand with his free hand, and started running in the opposite direction.((;-; so idk how to explain this in the rp, but like the reason why he didn't stay and fight and instead ran with Rosalind was bc she's innocent and he knew that the people would possibly kill her (or worse) if they found her, and he couldn't bring himself to let that happen. like he doesn't like leaving people he knows are defenseless and stuff when in a deadly situation? idk if that makes sense :P))
((Im sorry for the shorter reply- I'm on my phone rn so the lines looked longer than they actually are :')
((That's alright! I'm also on my phone! And that makes sense.))
Rosalind used her free hand to keep her skirts hiked up enough to run without tripping over them. Her breath came in short gasps. It was almost a feat to run even very far while wearing a corset and somehow not pass out.
Around a corner they went and briefly lost sight of the men. Rosalind gasped a few more times and stumbled along. Her grip tightened around Keldings' hand. If anything, this corset would be the death of her before the men had a chance to close the distance between the two.
Rosalind used her free hand to keep her skirts hiked up enough to run without tripping over them. Her breath came in short gasps. It was almost a feat to run even very far while wearing a corset and somehow not pass out.
Around a corner they went and briefly lost sight of the men. Rosalind gasped a few more times and stumbled along. Her grip tightened around Keldings' hand. If anything, this corset would be the death of her before the men had a chance to close the distance between the two.
As the two ran, Lucas could feel Rosalind slowing down behind him, and he cursed himself for making her run quickly in a short period of time. As they ducked into hiding, he felt her hand tighten around his. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" he asked, seeing how out-of-breath she was. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
"I'm fine, I just..." Rosalind panted. She dropped his hand and tugged at her waist. "This stupid...corset. I can't...hardly breathe with it!" She let out a gasp. She was going to give herself and Keldings away with all her shallow breathing. "Can you help me get it off?" She gave him an imploring look. It wasn't proper to have a man undo her corset but it wouldn't do for her to die because of her stupid clothes.
"Ah, I see." He said quietly. "Of course," he said softly as he stepped behind her. Hesitantly, he united and started unlacing the ribbon that he could tell was tighter than she was letting on based on the imprint of the ribbon from the shell. "I will never understand how you women think suffocating yourself will make you look prettier." he mumbled. "I wore one once, a corset, because I was trying to make this lady's little girl happy." He said " She wanted to play dress up," he clarified. "Worst 10 minutes ever. I couldn't bend over not breathe right." he mumbled, unlacing the last bit. he then slipped the corset off of her and handed it to her. "I'm surprised you can even talk with that on."
"Thank you." The moment the corset was off, Rosalind sucked in a lungful of air now that she actually could. She took a few seconds breathing before scowling briefly at Keldings. "If I had a say in the matter at all, I would never wear a corset and would rather long pants like yours and boots. But considering my status, I'm not allowed. We are expected to have non existent waists and pale skin and perfect hair." She let out a heavy sigh and studied her corset for a moment which she held in her hands. "You, wearing a corset. How peculiar." Without another moment to think about it, she shoved the corset into the many branches of the nearest bush and looked around. "We better get out of here."
Lucas put his hands up in the air in surrender. "I'm not judging, just commenting." He said. He laughed when she commented on his story. "I've done many things in the past few years to make people happy." He said as he watched her shove the corset away, and he smiled. "Alright, I know a place. How much do you want to walk? It's quite a while from here." he said.
"Then add it to your list of things you've helped out with," Rosalind frowned at him. He was rather haughty. "We need to run, not walk. Those men are out there somewhere and I don't want to be killed." She kept her voice lowered. Now that the restricting corset was gone, she could breathe much better and would hopefully be able to run for longer without passing out due to a lack of oxygen.
He looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, sure." He said. "Keep up, Princess." He said before taking off on a jog further into the forest, his satchel bouncing off his waist, but it didn't seem to bother him. He was being a jerk, yeah, but he knew she couldn't run the entire way. He couldn't either, to be honest.
Rosalind huffed at the way he looked at her. But she shook her head and hiked up her skirts before running after him towards the forest. She did not keep up well at all. She was not able to run nearly as fast and she stumbled a few times. She began lagging behind and the sounds of shouting rose once more. The men had seen them fleeing and at this point Rosalind couldn't even see Keldings. He had disappeared into the trees and the men were practically breathing down her neck.
Rosalind was nearly into the thick of the trees when her foot caught on a root. It sent her sprawling and she screamed out the moment a huge hand landed on her back shoulder. The man heaved her up to her feet and spun her around to face him and another man grabbed her face to silence her. Rosalind kicked and tried to pull herself away to no avail. A sharp blade pricked her neck as it held steady, immediately causing her to freeze. Her face had gone white as she stared at her attackers.
"Don't make another sound or this knife goes right through you," he hissed, rank breath hitting her face.
Rosalind was nearly into the thick of the trees when her foot caught on a root. It sent her sprawling and she screamed out the moment a huge hand landed on her back shoulder. The man heaved her up to her feet and spun her around to face him and another man grabbed her face to silence her. Rosalind kicked and tried to pull herself away to no avail. A sharp blade pricked her neck as it held steady, immediately causing her to freeze. Her face had gone white as she stared at her attackers.
"Don't make another sound or this knife goes right through you," he hissed, rank breath hitting her face.
As the two ran, Lucas got lost in the rhythmic sound of his feet pounding against the earth; he'd always enjoyed running. At some point, the rhythm slowed down and seemed...off. He stopped, turning around. His eyes widened. Rosalind. he thought, and a loud shriek echoed throughout the woods before being silenced immediately. No, no, no, no. he thought, jogging back. He ran towards the scream, hiding behind the trees, using the night to his advantage. He heard a voice, but it was none he recognized. Damn it, Keldings. He scolded himself. He kept around the group, and froze when he saw how pale Rosalind's face was. Hid grip on his dagger tightened as he looked around. He found a rock, picked it up, and threw it with all of his might away from the group. He hoped for at least one of them to go away.
((oops sorry for all the italic lol I guess I forgot to put the little ending thing at the end of "damn it Keldings"))
Since the group was of five men, two holding Rosalind in place with the knife at her throat, it was no big deal for one man to run off the investigate. He wasn't gone long, though, before jogging back to the group.
Rosalind reached up and grabbed the wrist of the man who had the knife. As her fingertips brushed his skin, the knife pressed deeper and her hand dropped away. Anger and fear melded in her gaze and she clamps her jaw tight.
"Grab her hands. Tie her up. We'll get out of here. Back to camp," said the man who appeared to be in charge. Rosalind's hands were yanked behind her back and quickly tied with a rough rope. Then one of the men shoved her forward.
"Start running. We can always remove a finger every time you don't listen so keep your ears open," one of them snarled. And the running began. One after another, they headed off in a separate direction, Rosalind directly in the middle and running off kilter with her hands behind her back.
Rosalind reached up and grabbed the wrist of the man who had the knife. As her fingertips brushed his skin, the knife pressed deeper and her hand dropped away. Anger and fear melded in her gaze and she clamps her jaw tight.
"Grab her hands. Tie her up. We'll get out of here. Back to camp," said the man who appeared to be in charge. Rosalind's hands were yanked behind her back and quickly tied with a rough rope. Then one of the men shoved her forward.
"Start running. We can always remove a finger every time you don't listen so keep your ears open," one of them snarled. And the running began. One after another, they headed off in a separate direction, Rosalind directly in the middle and running off kilter with her hands behind her back.
Lucas was too slow, and he cursed himself. he glanced down at his dagger, sighed, and ran after her, despite the danger. As the rest of the group seemed to disappear, Lucas threw his dagger at the nearest guy, the blade implanting itself into the back of his neck. Lucas looked smug as the guy fell forward. Lucas grabbed his dagger as he ran past, and eventually caught up with Rosalind, yanking her backwards as scanned the area. "I'm sorry" he whispered. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
((They are running as a group, with Rosalind in the center. They did not all run away separately. So the likelihood of him killing one man is fine but the others will stop to defend themselves or protect Rosalind as their fugitive.))
((OOOHH I thought that like- they all ran off? my bad, I can change the response if ya want?))
((Noo well they all ran off but together in a solid group and with Rosalind between them to keep her from running off. So yes if that's okay with you?))
((of course! just give me a sec lol sorry bout that))
Lucas was too slow, and he cursed himself for it. He glanced down at his dagger and raised an eyebrow. I was learning how to aim better from a distance a few days ago. Might as well use that training now.. he thought as he ran behind the group, throwing his dagger at the guy behind Althea. The dagger landed in the back of his thigh, and Lucas looked smug as he watched the guy fall to his knees, yelling in pain. He watched the group turn around, and Lucas hid behind a tree. He had to come up with something, anything really. He couldn't fight off 5 guys—four, really since one of them was injured—with nothing but his bae hands. Wait... he thought, pulling out a sharp steak knife with a gold handle from his satchel. "Hmm.."
The group shouted as one of their men fell. They changed directions, running towards the rocky part of the land to attempt losing Keldings in the boulders. Rosalind was struggling to keep up with them and stumbled several times. At one point she fell hard against the rocks - unable to brace herself with her hands bound behind her back - and cried out as the men yanked her back to her feet.
Two of the men turned towards where Keldings was advancing but he had slipped from view. Meanwhile, the other two uninjured men forced Rosalind to keep moving.
Two of the men turned towards where Keldings was advancing but he had slipped from view. Meanwhile, the other two uninjured men forced Rosalind to keep moving.
(Sorry to interrupt but this is getting interesting!)
((hey! sorry. Goodreads was acting up, and I realized how much better it feels mentally to stay offline so I'm gonna stay offline for another week or so until I start to feel better instead of dreading going on GR and other socials.))
((No problem, that sounds like a good idea! Thanks for letting me know.))
((Hey! I'm gonna try be online a lot more =] Also, I'm not sure what to say ;-; so yeah lol, sorry))
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The sound of Rosalind's cry brought him back to reality as he started to run towards them, trying to stay hidden in the shadows and trees. Eventually, he was running alongside them, and so he charged towards the group, shoving one of the members down. He felt something slice his thigh, realizing the guy had a sword—of course, he did—and the blade got him as the guy fell.
((Okay! And don't worry about it! Do what you need to do 😁))
Rosalind had crumpled to the ground after a round of scuffling amongst the men and was not moving. There was blood coming from somewhere, whether that be from Rosalind herself or one of the men. The men divided amongst themselves; some attempted to feebly lash out at the attacking man, and others left their fallen men and ran for the trees where they disappeared.
Rosalind had crumpled to the ground after a round of scuffling amongst the men and was not moving. There was blood coming from somewhere, whether that be from Rosalind herself or one of the men. The men divided amongst themselves; some attempted to feebly lash out at the attacking man, and others left their fallen men and ran for the trees where they disappeared.
((thxs! :D ))"Rosalind!" Lucas hissed as he stumbled over a tree root to the princess. He hauled her up onto her feet and with one quick slice, the ropes fell to her sides. "Come on, can you walk?" He asked, his eyes glancing around to see if the men would be coming back.
Rosalind cried out when Keldings brought her to her feet. She winced. Her ankle was sore like she'd twisted it after falling funny but she put as much weight as she could bear on it. "I'll see- I don't have much of a choice, do I?" she grunted, her hand tightening around his upper arm in a death grip. Her entire body hurt and her side was damp with blood, but with the adrenaline coursing through her body she didn't notice it. "I don't think I can run like this. You'll have to leave me if you want to get anywhere." She staggered and cried out again, clenching her teeth to muffle the sound.
Lucas felt his stomach drop at the thought of leaving her alone. "Nope," he said. "I'm just gonna-" he said before scooping up Rosalind bridal-style. "Sorry, but I'm not leaving you." He said.
