"The Heir Presumptive" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

(OOC: It is very difficult to do colorized text on my phone, so I am going to start bolding it only. I could skip that, too, but I like to acknowledge what in the current post came from a previous one.)


Southern Wailing Woods
Night:

"My name is Trett," he said.

Freeda took note of the fact that the man did not add Lord to his introduction.

"I was out here looking for a farmer's daughter...Camilla Breck."

She also took note of Trett glancing to Camilla, who -- exhausted of exertion and fear -- was still sound asleep

Trett explained about getting lost. Freeda told him, "You are welcome to share our fire. But, I think my husband and I..."

She glanced to Baran for his reaction as she continued, "...would be more at ease if you would surrender your weapons … until daybreak and our going out own ways."

Whether he offered them willingly or not, Freeda was not going to sleep tonight without Trett disarmed and either she or Baran awake watching the man. She waited for his response, then returned to the fire to sit. She fabricated a story about traveling from Southwestern Gahn to the Kingdom of the Highlands, looking for security work; that term was a less than secret code for have sword, will travel, and covered becoming anything from a Guardsman to a highwayman to an assassin.

Freeda hoped that appearing like mercenaries might get Trett to open up about his true reasons for being in the Wailing Woods. She could not know he was here for Ranna, of course; Ranna wasn't supposed to be here at all! But she knew Trett was not here to save a girl from the big bad banshee!

 

[LoriDean12345]

The Village of Greenhaven
Upstairs, in their room:

Olean poured the tankards of coins out onto the bed.

Anya laughed, "We're rich!"

Olean laughed as well. "Hardly. But it will keep us in this room and feed us while we wait for Lord Trett to return for us."

Anya's joyous expression faded. "Must we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Must we wait for Lord Trett?" she repeated. Olean reminded Anya that she was Trett's slave, his purchase. But Anya reminded Olean that that was only a cover story. "I am not a slave."

"But you are loyal to Countess Pollania," Olean reminded. "Would you abandon your mission?"

Anya hung her head, remembering her duty to her Burkinian mistress. She smiled again, played with the coins, and asked, "Can we buy something fun?"

"In this town?" Olean laughed. "I doubt it. But … it is your money--"

"Our money!" Anya corrected. They picked through the coins, which were mostly lesser coppers but included a handful of lesser silvers and one Silver Crown as well. "I want a small dagger, like you have."

Again, Olean said, "Not likely in this town, but we can try."

Anya happened to get a glance at Olean's feet. "I want a tattoo."

They discussed the tragic history behind Olean's own tattoos, which marked her as a Hoshian, which essentially meant she would likely always be a slave. In the end, they decided Anya would get a Spiked Horse, a fantasy creature some called a unicorn.

They hid their money in multiple locations, blockaded the door against patrons who might decide they wanted more than just a strip tease (tease being the operative word), and curled up in one another's arms like old friends to sleep.

But … sleep did not come immediately. After a bit, Anya rolled to face Olean. They spoke of what she had just done, spoke of Anya's watching Zelia suck a guardsman's cock, and then spoke of what Olean did for Lady Victoria, teaching the Princess the Sexual Arts.

"Do you … you and the Princess...?" Anya began, unable to finish.

"Yes," Olean said simply. "Sometimes. I serve her how ever she wishes. Sometimes … sometimes she wishes that."

A moment of silence followed, in which the two women just stared into one another's eyes. Olean finally whispered, "Do you wish that, Anya?"

Anya hesitated, blushing.

Then … she nodded...

 

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Warrick House:

Zelia had caught a coach from the estate to town with the intention of returning to the Thicket to report on Count Warrick's recent activities. The messenger she'd sent to Kitts the day before would meet her today and escort Zee.

But as she waited, her lover and his entire Guard -- which should have been searching for Princess Ranna -- rode back into and through town on their way toward the estate.

Zee caught sight of one man -- the benefactor of the blow job Anya had witnessed -- as he peeled off to speak to the Sheriff. She waved him over and learned that they had returned to deal with the attack on one of Warrick's villages to the north.

"Crap," she murmured before going off to arrange a coach back to Warrick House. She had hoped for a few days of no sex with the fat, smelly, grunting Count. But she was well compensated for her service, so...

 

[WatchingCloud]

Southern Wailing Woods

Night:

When this Trett guy mentioned he was looking for Camilla Breck, Baran eased the sword in the man's back. The girl had already explained her reason for being in the woods - looking for the highwaymen's hideout - and her getting lost hadn't been at all surprising given the terrain. That someone would have come after her also made a whole lot of sense. He didn't know exactly why she'd been out here alone in the first place, but it had sounded like the circumstances around it with her betrothed were stressful.

At the very least, this would get the girl out of their hair so they could keep moving in the morning.

Freeda told him, "You are welcome to share our fire. But, I think my husband and I..."

She glanced to Baran for his reaction as she continued, "...would be more at ease if you would surrender your weapons … until daybreak and our going out own ways."

There was something in Freeda's expression that cooled his relief. Not immediate threat, but she didn't trust the guy. If he was a noble of some sort, it wasn't impossible she knew him. It was curious that she hadn't immediately informed the man that he had found the girl he sought.

Baran, still, lowered his sword as something of a show of good faith, moving around the side of the man to get a good look at him. The guy was probably of a similar age to Baran, definitely one who'd spent less time in the field but hardened enough to be dangerous. Trett eyed Baran up as well, which might have helped make his mind up.

"I'm not sure that's wise, given who and what prowl these woods," Trett said. "I appreciate your caution, though. Given you outnumber me and look capable of handling yourselves, would you settle if I bound my sword?"

Baran looked at Freeda and nodded. If they were too demanding, he might choose not to stay...which could be riskier still for them to have someone wandering around who knew they were camping here. The bound weapon would typically take an extra five seconds or so to draw, a token gesture toward giving an adversary an advantage while restraining impulses.

"Agreed," Baran said.

Trett gave the sleeping woman another glance, but didn't ask anything more about her. After the newcomer had his horse tied, he curled up near the fire with his saddle blanket - a poorly equipped traveler indeed.

Baran and Freeda spoke quietly some distance away. She let him know that she knew the man as Princess Victoria's head guard. Peculiar that he would be out here, but it wasn't unknown for such men to travel on official matters without their charge. Freeda wanted to confirm their stories with the girl before letting Trett know her identity. If things lined up, they agreed they could let her go with him.

Baran resumed his first watch, though now he stayed closer to the fire and kept half his attention on Trett. He didn't have to wake Freeda for her shift, as she woke when the cold rain began to fall.

 

[LoriDean12345]

(OOC: I managed to get to a computer.)

The Southern Wailing Woods

Sunrise:

The rain had begun pelting Freeda's face long before the first color began to paint the eastern horizon. She and Baran protected themselves -- and Camilla -- with the gear a well trained traveler always carried. They left Trett to get drenched on Freeda's suggestion that it served them well for him to be uncomfortable.

"He's up to something," she whispered to Baran. "I don't know what it is, but … he didn't come out here to save a little girl from being lost."

After the sun finally rose and they ate some dried foods and fresh picked berries, they got on their way; Trett rode out front so Freeda could keep an eye on him, and Camilla rode at Baran's back. Freeda had had some fun with him, whispering, "You don't mind a beautiful young sweet thing like that wrapping her arms and thighs around you, do you?"

They made their way northeast on the trail Freeda and Baran had been using, then cut north on a deer path toward the trail the other two had been using before getting lost. Freeda occasionally glanced to Baran for any indication that he was uncomfortable with their situation. But Trett seemed to be behaving, so, no worries yet.

They'd been traveling for a couple of hours when Freeda called them to a stop. She pointed to the ground, saying, "Fresh tracks … since the rain."

She rode ahead of Trett, surveying the discovery as the others walked their horses behind her. "One on foot, one on horseback. The first is being pursued by the second."

That wasn't entirely accurate, of course, but Freeda would only learn that later. This new development worried her because she couldn't know whether or not this had anything to do with Camilla, Trett, or both; or whether it was totally unrelated.

They continued onward, following the tracks up the forest trail. Suddenly there was a familiar thunk! As she leaped from her horse, she called out, "Ambush!"

Freeda pulled her sword and rushed for cover behind a log as she looked to ensure the others were doing the same. She searched the woods for the Wailing Woods Highwaymen, sure that they were behind this. Then...

...laughter.

A woman's laughter. And … Freeda recognized this laugh. She shook her head and slowly stood tall, walking out onto the trail as, across from her, Ranna emerged, laughing as she boasted, "You said I could never catch you off guard, Master Spy."

They came to within arms reach, Freeda gave a slight bow of respect, then they embraced with a hug of friendship. The Spy quickly whispered, "Lord Trett."

"Yes," Ranna confirmed, adding, "I noticed."

As they separated, Ranna looked to Freeda's traveling partner, saying with a pleased smile, "Sir Baran, I see you are still alive and well."

As Ranna listened to his response and unlatched her bow's string, her young scout tentatively emerged from the woods, just enough to be seen by all. She introduced simply, "This is Cable, my guide through the Woods."

The boy didn't react, until he saw the youngest of the females, who he knew far more than she knew him. He moved around the others toward her as Ranna asked, "And this must be Miss Camilla. It is good to see you alive and well."

Camilla didn't know who this woman was, but she curtseyed nevertheless. As Camilla and Cable talked quietly about Nalla and the Highwaymen, Ranna turned her attention to the last man with whom to deal.

"Lord Trett," she said as she neared him slowly. With a tone of suspicion, she continued, "I would not have expected to find you out here in the woods like this. Can I presume you, too, are engaged in the quest for our lost little girl."

Ranna gave Camilla a quick once over look. She was no little girl, but she was still young; she was a teen for certain, yet deliciously well curved, as was more noticeable now as her simple and now somewhat rain-wetted dress clung to her a bit more than was suitable.

Ranna looked back to Trett, perplexed with what in the world would have brought him out here alone like this. Last she knew of him, he was leaving Riverbrook with his lover's Chambermaid and newly purchased sex slave who was actually an undercover Burkinian spy.

"How are Misses Olean and Anya, if you don't mind me asking?" Ranna inquired. "I wouldn't suppose they're with you here."

She comically feigned looking about the surroundings for the pair to take the opportunity to look for others in the forest, such as Trett's Guardsmen. He hadn't arrived at Riverbrook with any, but that didn't mean he hadn't had some sent east to meet him. Ranna was no idiot; she knew, of course, that if she was to be killed -- let's say, in a suspected Highwayman ambush in the Wailing Woods, today! -- that Trett's lover, Ranna's sister, would become the Heir Apparent and that Trett himself would likely become King.

But she didn't think the man had it in him to do such a thing -- assassinate her -- by his own hand. She would have found it ironic to learn that the recent assassination attempt on her -- the one lead by Baran -- had been financed by her sister, Victoria.

 

[WatchingCloud]

The Southern Wailing Woods

Sunrise:

Trett slept poorly once the rain began. He'd gone through some outdoor training during his teenage years and hadn't cared much for it then. He liked it even less now. His clothing and body were chilled to the core and he couldn't stop shivering. All he really wanted was to get out of the woods and find somewhere warm and dry.

He didn't trust his companions, but neither had they done anything to harm him. He was suspicious that the girl might be the farmers' daughter, Camilla, but since they hadn't acknowledged it last night, he was also suspicious that they could be hiding it for a reason. The last thing he needed was to get himself in a standoff over someone he had no interest in.

The woman stopped. "Fresh tracks … since the rain."

She rode ahead of Trett, surveying the discovery as the others walked their horses behind her. "One on foot, one on horseback. The first is being pursued by the second."

Trett looked around the soggy woods, but saw nothing. He couldn't muster much more enthusiasm than that.

The abrupt thunk of an arrow hitting wood and cry of ambush gave him the necessary surge to overcome his shivering and react. He ducked around the trunk of a tree, drawing his sword and peering around in every direction. Only, he didn't find anything. All that followed was a woman's laughter. Familiar laughter from years ago. Son of a bitch....

Freeda pulled her sword and rushed for cover behind a log as she looked to ensure the others were doing the same. She searched the woods for the Wailing Woods Highwaymen, sure that they were behind this. Then...

He came around from behind the tree and found Princess Ranna embracing his traveling companion (addressing her by a different name). Ranna then smiled to the man. "Sir Baran, I see you are still alive and well."

"Despite my best efforts otherwise, Your Grace," Baran said, bowing politely to the princess.

Sir Baran? Trett could recall no such man. He wasn't pleased that she knew these two travelers, however, nor that they had apparently been lying to him about their identities.

Ranna asked, "And this must be Miss Camilla. It is good to see you alive and well."

Trett frowned at the not-unexpected revelation. Add it to the list of being cold, miserable, and facing a cheerful Princess Ranna.

"Lord Trett," she said as she neared him slowly. With a tone of suspicion, she continued, "I would not have expected to find you out here in the woods like this. Can I presume you, too, are engaged in the quest for our lost little girl."

"Your Grace," Trett said, bowing his head slightly. "I came to Greenhaven at your summons, only to find you'd departed to the Breck farm. So, of course, I followed, assuming your needs to be urgent."

He did find some pleasure in adding a hint of sarcasm after all she'd done to avoid him back in Riverbrook.

"I was disappointed, of course, to find you'd already moved on. Granted, to find our missing girl, so your heart was in the right spot. But, according to the farmers, you'd gone out into these woods unescorted. It would have been remiss of me not to come looking for the both of you. So here I am. I'm sure your father will be very happy to hear nothing untoward befell you."

Trett grinned subtly, realizing he could spin this tale with almost no embellishment in a way that would have the king all but lock Ranna up to keep her safe until the wedding. But, that would make it harder to kill the woman. Maybe.

"How are Misses Olean and Anya, if you don't mind me asking?" Ranna inquired. "I wouldn't suppose they're with you here."

Trett smiled. "I left them back in Greenhaven with Warrick's men. There was no need to risk the ladies' safety in a place like this."

Trett's expression darkened. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. I didn't mean to imply anything by that. I'm sure your didn't send your Lady out this way without what you believed to be a competent guard detail. I expect between the contingent of your men and Warricks that have assembled in Greenhaven, your Lady will be recovered from the local criminal element in short order."

Camilla had perked up at his talk about the guards. "My parents told you I was out here? So, you saw my betrothed? Had his condition improved at all? I'm so worried, since I haven't been able to find Nalla yet."

Trett hadn't spent much time at the farm, but put the pieces together. He placed a hand upon his heart and lowered his head solemnly.

"I'm so sorry to have to bring this news, m'lady, but I'm afraid the guard at the farm house had passed away by the time I arrived."

The young woman fell to her knees, the anguish in her crying enough to break the heart of any man. He felt for her, wondering how she'd fallen so hard and quickly for a wounded guard. Whatever the reason, it pained him to see such sorrow.

With all the people here, all thought of trying to take out Ranna was set aside. The highwaymen might still descend upon them, but even they probably preferred to stay out of miserable weather like this. At best, they could get the girl back to her farm and he could return to Greenhaven where Olean and perhaps Anya could warm his bed. Ranna would need to wait for a better chance of opportunity.

 

[WatchingCloud]

The Thicket

Morning:


Kitts woke early, still sore from the wound but definitely better. The rest of his body, however, was stiff and achy from the chill that had settled in over night. Sleeping out by the fire was actually cooler than back in his little nook of the cave, given the exposure to the cold, damp breeze. It reminded him of the day he'd brought Chloe here, when he'd had to share his cloak to help keep her dry and warm...the way she'd felt with his arms wrapped around her, bodies pressed together...

He shook his head and distracted himself by stoking the fire and gathering some food for Nalla and Chloe's traveling. It wasn't long before the two women were up, neither appearing to have slept any better than he. Nalla gave him the usual look of warning and sympathy, while Chloe mostly tried to avoid his gaze altogether.

When Nalla went further back in the cave to fetch something, Kitts went up to Chloe. He removed his cloak and draped it around her shoulders, knowing nothing among the few belongings of hers they'd recovered was adequate for a ride in these conditions.

"You'll need this," he said softly.

He sighed and forced a smile. Unsure what else to do or say, he took one of her hands and placed a kiss upon the back of it.

"Thanks, again, for what you've offered to do for us," he said. "Just remember, lying to a sovereign is surely illegal. Easy to become one of us, isn't it?"

He heard Nalla approaching and reluctantly dropped Chloe's hand.

There were so many other things he wanted to say, but all he could get out of his mouth was a simple. "Goodbye, Queen of the Thicket."

He turned and walked out into the woods, not wanting anyone to see his face.

 

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"Goodbye, Queen of the Thicket."

Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at the title she’d picked up that first day in the encampment. She gave Kitts a very official curtsey, barely getting out without sobbing, “Thank you, King of the Wailing Woods.”

She wanted to say more but couldn’t. Chloe turned as the tears began to well and hurried toward the horses, where Nalla and a pair of escorts Kitts had arranged waited. The children of the Thicket mobbed Chloe, begging her to stay or to come back soon or to take their handmade offerings.

Before she mounted, Chloe inconspicuously handed Granny a purse of coins. Kitts had returned it with most of its contents. But Chloe told the old woman playfully, “Take care of my new subjects, please.”

Granny hadn’t shown Chloe a great deal of affection during her stay, but now she hugged the Lady in Waiting. “You come back any time. Greenhaven … people there can get you to us.”

Chloe mounted the furnished horse and looked to Nalla, nodding. Granny had another surprise in store, though, catching Nalla’s eye and -- referring to the pregnant Thicket resident -- told her, “Pina will need another check soon, so … do not stay away so long this time.”

Chloe caught Nalla’s sudden change in emotion; the healer smiled a bit and her eye, too, began to show signs of tearing over. She only nodded, and after both of the two women looked a final time for Kitts -- not finding him -- they and their escorts headed for Greenhaven.

 

[LoriDean12345]

The Southern Wailing Woods

Late morning:

”Your Grace," Trett said, bowing his head slightly. "I came to Greenhaven at your summons, only to find you'd departed to the Breck farm. So, of course, I followed, assuming your needs to be urgent."

The slight hint of sarcasm in Trett’s voice wasn’t lost on Ranna. But he did it with such respectful skill that Ranna could only smile and give him a respectful nod before -- with the same wry touch -- telling the snake, “I will be sure to let my father know that you risked life and limb to ensure my safety, Lord Trett.”

They exchanged some more polite banter before the conversation switched to Walton. The teen’s break down was heart wrenching. Ironically, Ranna was wondering the same about Camilla and the Guardsman: how had she fallen so hard in such a short time?

Ranna went to Camilla, lifting and embracing her, reassuring her that all would be well. When the teen had regained most of her composure, the members of the now larger group once again mounted up to depart. This time, however, they followed the still jogging Cable, who knew these woods like the back of his hand.

When the again reached a narrow cart road, Ranna slowed Freeda until they were far enough back for them to talk without the others hearing. They spoke of Lord Trett, the Highwaymen, the still missing Chloe, and -- most importantly -- the mission to Pratt.

Ranna was very pleased to learn of Jardin Lopes’s death but less so about the uncertainty behind the real conspirators. She was pleasantly amazed to hear about Freeda’s brother and his upcoming nuptials.

Then Freeda told her about Baran’s possible familial connection to the deposed King of Pratt. “I promised that, given your permission, my Grace, that I would take Baran to the King … to learn for himself whether or--”

“Permission granted,” Ranna cut in. “But first … we must locate and return Chloe to Riverbrook … and … and tell her of her loss.”

Freeda nodded her head toward the teen clutching Baran’s torso for dear life. “And the girl?”

Tanna considered that situation. “We’ll get her home … and … I will help the family. Other than that…”

Ranna let the thought fade. There really was nothing to do for Camilla. Walton had been betrothed, and -- presuming Chloe still lived -- it would be entirely inappropriate to permit the young thing to attend Walton’s memorial.

As far as Ranna was concerned, Camilla’s part of this story was over once she was safely delivered to her parents.

Little could Ranna, Freeda, or even Camilla for that matter know that a little Walton was already cooking in the oven.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Castle Weston

Morning:

Members of the Household staff moved out of Lady Victoria's way, bowing their heads respectfully as she hurried though the castle's halls. They were all thinking the same thing, that all they wanted was for the obviously angered Princess to not engage them in any way.

She burst into the Office of the Captain of the Guard and began railing about the lack of news on Lord Trett. The man only stood stiffly at attention until Victoria was finished before informing her that he had sent yet a fifth messenger eastward to get an update.

"And...!" she bellowed.

"The word has not changed, my Grace," he responded, using the title that was as the same time wrong and right. "Lord Trett was last known to be hosted by Count Warrick at the latter's estate. I'm expecting a messenger to return within hours with yet another update."

Victoria turned away, but not to leave. She was hiding her face and the expression upon it as she neared a window looking out upon the kingdom, asking, "And what of this second woman … this girl traveling with Lord Trett?"

The Captain hesitated a moment. His first messenger back had delivered the news that the Princess's lover had purchased an Unwanted from the Countess of Riverbrook, a sex slave from a landed but poor sheep rancher near the frontier with the Highlands. But he didn't find it in his best interest to deliver that news himself … what with the whole kill the messenger mentality that Victoria could sometimes exhibit. Oh, maybe not kill; but the Captain had seen others punished when they delivered bad news to Victoria, and he saw no reason why he himself should be the bearer of this word.

"I have no information on this second woman," he lied. "Could she not simply be an envoy from the Countess...? Or perhaps from your very own sister?"

Victoria spun to look hard at the man. He cringed a bit, forgetting how very much the Lady had come to despise her Grace. He simply stood there until Victoria spun and hurried out again, demanding new information be brought to her immediately.

 

[WatchingCloud]

The Wailing Woods

Late Morning:

Roog "Dog" Twiceborn dismounted to study the tracks. Despite the mud and light rain, they remained fresh enough to tell him a story. The quarry he'd been stalking, whose number had risen from two to four over night, had increased by two more. Now, by his estimate, they had three women, two men, and a girl or child, to go with their four horses. After something of an exchange, during which some of the groupings had changed, all had departed together on horseback save for the smallest set - who'd been running to lead the others.

"Dog," one of his pack called as he came up on his horse. "We've found soldiers in the woods, bearing the markings of Princess Ranna."

Dog frowned. What would they be doing here? Surely it had nothing to do with his pursuit, the pair who'd murdered some lackey to the Pratt nobility, but it could complicate matters.

"How many?"

"Group of four," the man said. "Headed east, so unlikely to intersect with this track. Seemed to be looking for someone or something."

"Okay. Pass the word, there may be more. We'll press on for now."

Dog leapt onto his mount and continued down the trail, those hunters not fanned out to scout falling in behind him.

#


Trett kept glancing back at Ranna, deep in conversation with Freeda as she had been most of the time since they'd reunited. Trett wished he knew Ranna's inner circle better. What was the woman to her? Spy, confidante, friend, lover? Now, stopped for relief and to give the horses a quick rest, he contemplated whether there was any way he could turn the circumstances to his advantage and have a chance alone with the princess.

Baran hovered nearby, as if subtly serving as a barrier between Trett and the princess and Freeda. The boy and Camilla stayed closer to Baran as well.

"How much further to Greenhaven?" Trett asked the boy.

The kid didn't look comfortable with Trett, but said less than two hours.

Trett sighed. At least he'd be able to get changed, warmed up, and eat a hot meal. As he indulged in those thoughts, he noticed that Baran's demeanor changed. Like a guard dog, the man's focus was out in the woods, scanning diligently.

Baran backed up slowly, casually, closer to Camilla and Trett.

"Camilla, get on Trett's horse, now," he said. "Trett, act casual, but be ready to get her out of here."

Trett's pulse started pounding. He didn't know what this Baran guy had seen, nor could he see any movement in the dense woods, but he instinctively trusted the warning. Maybe some of the highwaymen had finally caught up with the princess, ready to claim his reward. It would be best if he was "saving a young woman," should that happen - a perfect witness to his lack of involvement.

"Cable, you too," Baran said. The boy was equally on alert, but made no effort to get on the horse as Camilla nervously was doing. Instead, he slunk into the deeper brush and could probably vanish in a second if necessary.

Trett moved to his horse, helping Camilla up as if they were simply readying to continue their journey. He glanced back and noticed that Ranna and Freeda had become aware of Baran's alertness. A moment later, the crack of bowstrings being released cut through the soft patter of falling rain. Horses shrieked and two toppled almost immediately. Another arrow whizzed right under Trett's chin and embedded itself into his horse's saddle.

Not hesitating to get a look at the attackers, Trett jumped into the saddle behind Camilla, grabbed the reins, and kicked hard. In seconds, they were flying down the overgrown cart path, wet branches slapping at them, not sparing a look back to see what happened to the others.

#

Baran saw the look of recognition in Freeda's eyes, but he didn't have time to call out a warning. He knew they were being surrounded, presumably by highwaymen given how stealthy their approach. What he couldn't tell was how many there were or if they had them completely surrounded.

The first volley of arrows, at least eight of them, dealt fatal blows to his and Ranna's mounts, and Freeda's took a blow to the rear quarters that send it in a hobbled panic into the woods. None of them were killed, however, so the intent was probably to take them alive. He heard the galloping of Trett's horse down the path, even though he didn't spare a look back to see if they were okay. He simply had to hope they would get out.

Ranna and Freeda ducked for cover, not knowing where the attack was coming from. Baran knew the locations of two attackers, but they were on horses and had bows - no contest in such conditions, especially since they had at least half a dozen others.

"Fuck," he mumbled. Instead of reaching for his sword, he raised his hands in surrender. Their only chance of survival would be capture and either escape or rescue by Ranna's men.

Ranna and Freeda must have come to the same conclusion and similarly offered surrender. Slowly, a group of surly, well-equipped men began coming out of the woods. Nine, all told, with half still holding bows at the ready and aimed at the three of them.

One of them he recognized, which only served to confirm how futile their situation had become. He should have figured Roog would be on his tail. Baron Cordon's favored huntsman, the most talented and ruthless tracker in Pratt, would of course have been the go-to man to hunt Jardin's killers.

Roog gave a dark grin under his beard as recognition set in.

"Baran the Astute," he said, his voice gravelly. "I'm disappointed. Thought I'd trained you better than that."

Baran shrugged. "Still licking Cordon's boots, Dog?"

Roog chuckled softly. "He pays those loyal to him. Those who aren't... Well, we'll see, I suppose."

Baran didn't have a good feeling about it, but at least it sounded like Roog's orders had been to bring Jardin's killers back alive. Knowing Roog, though, he'd kill them all for the least little reason and claim he'd had no choice.

Roog looked over the women. His eyes widened as they settled upon Ranna. "My, my. It's been a good few years, but I do believe we've stumbled upon a genuine princess out in this wilderness. A co-conspirator? Oh, Cordon's gonna pay very well for this one."

The huntsman gestured to the couple men who weren't holding bows to relieve his captives of their weapons and bind their hands behind their backs.

"Play nice, kids," he said, smiling cruelly. "My pack hasn't killed in a week and they're always game for some sport."

#

Silas had been drawn by the distant thwack of bow strings snapping. So many, all together, screamed ambush. He'd known the woods was getting crowded with the princess's men, but they weren't the sort to go shooting bows randomly.

Using all his stealth and approaching on foot, he'd managed to arrive just in time to watch as a large group of strangers bound up a man and two women. He'd seen Princess Ranna once, several years ago, at a festival. Given the offer he'd been made the other night, he could only assume one of the women was her. But who were these thugs? They weren't soldiers nor anyone he'd ever seen before. Some group who were also seeking the bounty? If so, why were they tying rather that just killing her?

He waited until the group set off on foot, taking a southerly course, then raced back to his own mount. This news had to get back to Kitts as soon as his horse could take him.

 

[LoriDean12345]

(OOC: I can't easily do pics on my phone, so when you get to Cable and the Barren Lands below, imagine the most ominous scenes of Yellowstone, with its colorful springs and high reaching geysers.)


Deep in the Southern Wailing Woods

Late Morning:

Ranna had noticed Trett's interest in her during the ride, obviously; he wasn't subtle about his back-glancing, but then, he wasn't trying to be either. The Lord obviously wanted a moment to speak with her.

But they wouldn't get it. Ranna had noticed Baran's sudden change in demeanor, and looking to Freeda with a knowing expression alerted her to what just might be imminent danger. They both began to move slowly toward their horses -- and their weapons -- but the attack came before they could get to either, leaving each with only the daggers they never took off their hips.

The action was quick and short lived; the trio -- with the fleeing Trett now absent -- were surrounded in a flash. As the assailants closed, Ranna looked for Cable and found him hiding in the brush; he was looking at her for direction and nodded when Ranna -- hoping he would understand -- gave him a hold silently gesture.

Ranna had initially assumed the men were there for her, and she felt like a fool. William had warned her not to go into the Wailing Woods without a full Bodyguard contingent to protect her. But her only concern had been of rescuing Chloe from these men … the Highwaymen of the Wailing Woods.

But as she listened to the conversation between Baran the Astute the astute and the leader of the Highwaymen, Ranna realized that her understanding of the danger was probably all wrong.

Then the man Baran had called Dog looked to Ranna and Freeda and identified her, confirming her concerns with, "Oh, Cordon's gonna pay very well for this one."

"You'll never see a coin from Cordon for me or my Royal Advisors," Ranna growled at Roog as his men began closing, "because the Baron would be neither stupid nor reckless enough to engage in such an act with loyal and dedicated members of the Royal House of Weston."

Ranna was pulling out all the stops in an effort to protect the three of them. She, of course, was the King's daughter; harming her would be an act of war. But Ranna's true concern was for Freeda and Baran. Describing them as Royal Advisors meant that they were to be given diplomatic status and the protections that came with such. But the fact of the matter was that Freeda and Baran had entered Pratt to execute -- even assassinate -- one or more members of Baron Cordon's House, namely Jardin Lopes. Diplomatic status or not, this Dog could just as well slice the pair's throats here and now and no one in Pratt would give a lick.

And speaking of slicing...

Despite the warning to play nice, as one of the assailants attempted to claim the dagger she'd returned to its sheath, Ranna snatched the man's wrist and skillfully used her position and (albeit lesser) weight to pull him off balance. As he tumbled past her, Ranna whipped out her dagger and sliced most of one of his ears off. As the man was rolling to the ground screaming out in pain, Ranna casually leaned over to pick up the ear, stuck her blade through it, and tossed both to the ground near Roog.

"That was my favorite horse … a Champion in the Tournament," she said with an angered tone, looking to the powerful beast that was only just now taking it's last breath. "She's worth more than an ear, but … an ear will suffice for now."

She stuck her arms out before her, wrists together, and -- as a more cautious man stepped tentatively closer with a binding in his hands -- she glanced at his groin, then growled, "Make sure they're tight, cause the next piece of flesh I take won't be an ear."

Under cover:

Cable very nearly giggled at the sight of the man on the ground clutching the side of his head. Blood was rushing out from between his fingers from the cut that had taken not just his ear but a palm-sized section of his scalp, too. As the three were being bound, Cable looked to the Princess again. She inconspicuously nodded her head to the left … to the north. She wanted him to go for help, to find her Bodyguard or the Guards of Countess Pollania or even Count Warrick … or maybe even the Highwaymen of the Wailing Wood?

But Cable's concern was that even if he could find help, he might not be able to lead them to the Princess in time to save her. Cable's knowledge of Southern Gahn ended where the Wailing Woods met the Barren Lands. He'd never ventured out into that ominous, open landscape for fear of the Demons he believed had created it.

Even though he knew he should do as the Princess directed, Cable waited for the procession to head south … then followed. He knew these woods and was even more stealthy than their most able man, so … Cable knew he just had to follow and look for an opportunity to … well, to what he was unsure.



To the north:

Camilla was panicking like she never had been before. What had become of her life? Just a handful of days ago, she'd been a carefree (though very lonely) girl living quietly on the edge of the Wailing Woods; and now, she was a widow, sort of, being chased through the forest by murderous bandits while riding with a strange man who -- based upon how the others had treated him -- Camilla wasn't about to trust.

Okay, so, she wasn't being chased, and the only people murdered today had once walked on four legs. But, that wasn't what was going through her head right now. Right now, all she knew was she was racing away from those she did trust in the arms of a man she didn't trust. She was going to get killed today. Or raped today. Or raped and killed. Or raped and killed and raped again.

Walton...

 

[WatchingCloud]

Greenhaven

Noon'ish:


Trett had eased the pace of their flight through the woods after his horse became lathered. Fortunately, there had been no sign of pursuit. Neither was there any sign of the others coming behind them. Fear had slowly transitioned to a glimmer of hope...that the attackers were the highwaymen and Princess Ranna was dead. If that was the case, he'd need an excuse to stick around for a day or two for confirmation. It might even be worth paying the reward he'd offered.

The farm girl had said almost nothing during the trip and he had no interest in engaging her in a conversation. Her limited concerns were for the welfare of the Princess and her companions, to which he assured her their best chance to save them would be passing on word to the soldiers in town.

Only, when the arrived in the excuse for a town of Greenhaven, it was immediately clear that the soldiers were all gone. He and Camilla got a couple curious glances from the few people who braved the cold drizzle while engaged in their chores. For lack of a better destination, he guided his horse back to the inn. He had left Olean and Anya in his carriage, parked nearby. As they passed the stable, however, there was no sign of that, either.

He helped Camilla down and stalked toward the inn, ready to demand answers. Inside, however, he stopped short. Olean and Anya were sitting at a table in the commons room, along with a pair of young men - merchants, perhaps? - smiling and enjoying a hot meal. Both women noted his arrival and at least acted relieved to see him.

"Good, you're still here," he said, forcibly tamping down his anger. "Where is my carriage and driver? And Ranna and Warrick's men?"

Olean rose and gave him the quick summary - that Warrick had been called off to deal with a skirmish up north. Ranna's men, as well as Pollania's who'd joined later, had gone off to the same farm as Trett had traveled to, presumably after Ranna. Trett almost chuckled at that, instead frowning ruefully.

More irritatingly, their carriage and driver had gone missing in the confusion. No one knew where. He was going to have to wait around another day or two for word of the fate of Ranna and to put up a show of concern, so that would give him time to requisition one from Warrick.

Anya had wandered over during their conversation and Trett noted that she seemed...different. Surprisingly relaxed for everything that was happening. Hopefully the inn keep had treated them well, knowing what would happen should Trett have discovered otherwise. Seeing both women reminded him what he really needed and wanted.

"Inn keep!" He scowled while waiting for the man to hurry over. "Find someone to carry a message to Warrick, that the Princess was ambushed in the woods by ruffians while she was without her guard. At least half a dozen men, maybe more, and he'll be wise to send men back here to help find her immediately. I'll remain here to coordinate search efforts, since Ranna's men are almost certainly unaware of what befell her."

Trett ignored the boggled expressions on the faces of not only the inn keep, but also Olean and Anya at the news.

"Also, find someone else to escort this young woman back home," he said, nodding politely to Camilla. "She's been through a lot. And get her some warm clothes and food."

Trett hesitated. "And I'll need food and a hot bath and dry clothes. Now."

The inn keep bowed and assured him it would all be done as soon as possible. Trett handed him a couple coins to ensure his compliance. He then looked back at Olean and Anya, voice softening. "Make sure it happens, and help keep an eye on the girl."

 

[LoriDean12345]

Greenhaven

Noon'ish:

"Where are we going?"
"Is this the way to my home?"
"Shouldn't we be going east?"

Camilla had spoken very little to the man with whom she was riding, and when she did it was usually to express her concern that they hadn't reached the farm yet.

"Is the Princess going to be alright?"
"Will those men hurt her?"
"Do you think she's dead already?"
"They won't kill her, will they?"

But she got very little from Trett; he obviously had no interest in her questions and had only saved her because he'd been forced. After a while Camilla simply went quiet. At on point, the trail weaved along the edge of a cliff, and Camilla found herself fearing that the man might simply push her off the saddle of his already tired horse.

But they arrived in Greenhaven, and while she was trembling to the bone Camilla was still alive. She was turned over to a pair of young women who, obviously, were the Noble's servants. The younger one -- Anya -- took Camilla inside the Inn while the slightly older one tended to Trett.

"And I'll need food and a hot bath and dry clothes. Now," Trett told the inn keep, adding to his servants, "Make sure it happens, and help keep an eye on the girl."

"I'll prepare a bath for you myself, my Lord," Olean responded, looking to the Inn Keeper to verify that a second room was available for Trett with a bath. Her tone was very pleasant, almost suggestive as she told him, "We need to get you out of these wet layers and into something dry and warm."

Olean wanted Trett's mind to make the leap from wet clothes, no clothes, sexual release. It wasn't because she was overly eager to suck or fuck the man; she simply wanted him comfortable, relaxed, pleased, and a bit off guard so that she could ask him questions about the last 24 hours that might otherwise seem improper.

Lady Victoria hadn't sent Olean with her lover just to fulfill his needs and keep other women off his cock; she'd sent the Hoshian to keep an eye on the man and report back. It wasn't that Victoria didn't trust Trett; in fact, she had far more trust and faith in him than was healthy for her. But she was and always had been jealous about Trett; and she additionally knew that he was a key component in her quest to gain the crown, despite her sister being the Heir Apparent.

"I will arrange for some food to be brought upstairs, too, my Lord," Olean said before curtseying and turning. "When you are ready, sire..."

Already inside the inn and heading up the stairs to the original room, Anya and Camilla became engaged in a fast moving, detailed conversation about what had happened to the latter. Camilla had discovered an instant trust in Anya, and everything spilled out. Trett's reaction to discovering and then losing Ranna in the Wailing Woods had to be relayed to Riverbrook immediately, and not by a messenger sent by Trett himself.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Southern Wailing Woods

Noon'ish:


Having killed their captives' mounts, Roog was stuck with either having to let them ride double or force them to walk and be slowed. He chose the latter. Having personally trained Baran in tracking and woodcraft, he knew the man well enough to fear what he could do if given a sliver of room in which to maneuver. The Princess had something of a reputation for fighting and had already demonstrated her fiery personality by relieving Lorq of an ear. The other woman was unknown, but he had to err on the side of caution. He'd personally checked their bindings and searched their bodies for concealed weapons...lingering none-too-subtly on the women.

The forced march through the woods couldn't get over soon enough. He knew there were soldiers out and about, though he suspected they were beyond most of them. The woods were reputed to house a band of raiders, too, who might take issue with trespass on their turf. His men would love a good, straight up fight, but he had no interest in losing any of his merchandise.

He still couldn't quite get over the fact that Baran had been half of the assassination duo he'd been tasked with catching. The man had been a ruthless and effective tool of the King, back in the day when the King still was in power. Maybe in the vacuum following, he hadn't been able to find a suitable alternative to work for. Why go over to Weston, though? Had he sold out, intentionally sharing his insight into Pratt with the enemy? Hopefully Cordon would let him torture the guy to get those answers.

Lorq, head bandaged and still fuming, rode up beside Roog.

"So, can I kill the bitch?"

Roog rolled his eyes. "No. She probably has some value."

Lorq spat. "You're not buying her bullshit about Cordon being nice because she's royalty and they're her supposed advisors?"

Roog chuckled. "Oh, they might be. I don't think he'll care, though. Think he's looking for an excuse to start a war, in fact. He wants the other barons to rally behind him and the threat of imminent invasion's probably the only way that'd happen."

"So I can kill her..." Lorq gave a toothy smile which did nothing to improve the appearance of his mangled face.

"Maybe. If the other barons know Cordon was behind her death, though, they might oppose him. So we might kill her, but in a way he keeps his nose clean. I'm still thinking about it."

Lorq's smile changed to a sneer, not much of a difference. "Can I at least tap that tight ass of hers? You know all the guys are just waiting for a turn at those fine, fine women."

Roog knew it well, having spent much of the last couple hours checking out the princess's fine posterior in those riding pants. He knew how firm her body was, too, even if her tits were smaller than he liked. The other girl had some nice curves and was just as tempting, even if she didn't have a royal cunt.

"You'll get your chance," Roog said. "Cordon wanted them alive. No stipulation on condition. Tonight...after we make camp. Everyone gets a turn with each prisoner. Even the traitor, if they want."

Lorq grinned. "I'll tell the others."

 

[LoriDean12345]

Southern Wailing Woods

Noon'ish:

"So, can I kill the bitch?"

Freeda looked back over her shoulder at Ranna with an expression of concern. Never during her time in service to Ranna had the Princess been in such imminent mortal danger.

And yet Ranna herself was smiling back to her Master Spy and sometimes Bodyguard. Freeda raised an eyebrow as if to inquire How can not be frightened? But Ranna only nodded her head, looking down the trail, to point the other woman's attention to the low laying branch that threatened to whack her.

Ranna listened into the ongoing conversation with interest, though. The two men didn't seem to be hiding their words in the least; why should they, right? Then, the one-eared-man asked, "Can I at least tap that tight ass of hers? You know all the guys are just waiting for a turn at those fine, fine women."

Ranna looked back over her own shoulder to Baran, who Roog had wanted very near him for reasons of which the Princess had certainty: Baran could be a very dangerous man given the opportunity, and Ranna had no doubt that her newest Noble was already planning both their escape and Dog's death.

When Roog told the other man they'd all be enjoying a little release tonight when darkness fell, Freeda spun on a heel and spat out obscenities, warnings, and threats concerning performing such gruesome deeds to a member of the Royal Family.

Before their captors could react, though, Ranna pushed up against Freeda and calmed her down, promising her that they would get out of this unharmed and that no one was going to be violated. Once she had Freeda turned around again and facing down trail, Ranna turned to face Roog with that confident smile that rarely left her lips in such situations.

"I'll make you a proposition … Dog," she began, adding, "Call it a contest."

She stepped closer to his horse, looking up at his with a flirtatious look. "You and your men will not touch either of my Advisors … and … tonight, when we reach camp … I will fight one of you … hand to hand … no weapons. If this man can defeat me … take control of me … I will let him have me. In private, I will do things to and for him that no woman has likely ever done for him."

Freeda stepped up quickly and in a panicked, low volume began, "My Grace--!"

But Ranna cut her off with words and a wave, "However...! If I defeat him … you will not only leave me be. And then, tomorrow night … we'll repeat the challenge. And again the next night."

She smiled even broader, contemplating how offering repeat competitions might delay their being turned over to Baron Cordon. She added as she turned to resume her march between Freeda and Baran, "I'm sure your one eared friend would love to be the first to get a crack at me … but … you're this gang's leader, so … whomever."

 

[LoriDean12345]

Greenhaven

Nalla stopped her horse at the edge of the Wailing Woods, looking out toward the middle of the farm and pasture lands in which their destination sat. When Chloe's horse came up close to her own, Nalla told her, "I can't go in."

"Why not?"

Nalla hesitated, contemplating the reasons: how many of these people would fear her for being a witch; how many would dislike her for being associated to the Highwaymen; and how many would simply disapprove of her for being a single woman living out in the middle of the forest all alone. After all, in their opinions, by now Nalla should have already been many years married and popping out her fourth or fifth son to better the future fortunes of the her husband's family.

She told Chloe she simply couldn't, bid her farewell, and -- with a solemn tone -- finished, "You have a life you cannot and should not abandon, my Lady."

That was her way of telling the Lady In Waiting she should forget Kitts and continue working on her future with Walton. One day, Nalla would surely learn that by now Walton was deceased. Would she have suggested something different if she'd known?

Nalla watched Chloe walk her horse -- seemingly without a feeling of haste -- until she and her horse were swallowed up by the yet to be harvested hops … then turned her horse for the trail that would lead to the Breck farm and her other patient.

 

[WatchingCloud]

The Thicket

Noon'ish:

Kitts spent most of the morning in the cave, staring out into the drizzle and trying not to think about Chloe. Or Nalla. Granny had a few choice words for him which he tried to ignore. Hopefully, Chloe's return would draw off all the squads of soldiers tromping through his woods.

"Kitts!"

Silas charged into the camp and dismounted before his horse even stopped. The beast was breathing heavily and Kitts immediately rose, knowing it must be important.

"There's another group in the woods, no one I recognized but not soldiers," Silas said. "Hunters by the look of them. I saw them capture Princess Ranna herself, along with a couple others I don't know."

Kitts felt a lump in his throat. He'd heard the admiration for the princess in Chloe's words and believed it. She almost seemed like the kind of noble he'd be willing to live under.

"Where?"

"Near the trident, heading south from there."

Toward the Barren Lands. Lovely.

"Think someone else is trying to get that bounty? Do we do anything?"

"We go after her," Kitts said. When Silas raised his eyebrows, Kitts continued. "Chloe was going to clear our names of this mess, but it'd have to be to the princess. If she's captured or killed, here in these woods, we'll be blamed. Doesn't matter who these guys really are. That'll bring the entire royal army on us. I can't allow that to happen."

Silas nodded. "We don't have the men. You're hurt and the rest are out keeping an eye on the soldiers...mostly in the opposite direction."

Kitts frowned. "Gauld is here, sleeping after being out all night. I'll bring him while you try to find some soldiers and bring them along."

Silas boggled. "Seriously? And you can't ride!"

"Don't have any choice. The soldiers will have to believe you. Make them believe. Maybe they've found Chloe and she can vouch for you. Just hurry. We can't waste time or we could lose them in the Barrens."

Silas nodded, traded out for a fresh horse, and was off. Kitts had one of the kids go wake Gauld while he dressed for the weather and the ride. This was going to hurt...a lot.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Southern Wailing Woods

Noon'ish:

Roog couldn't help but smile at the princess's reaction and challenge. She sounded like she actually meant it, which made her the bravest and possibly craziest woman he'd crossed paths with.

"I like her," he said to his crew who'd all stopped to watch and listen. They were chuckling amongst themselves, some even encouraging the first.

To Ranna, he said, "You've got some courage, I'll grant you. Trying to protect your own. I'll bet your subjects adore you.

"But my men have a similar loyalty to me, because I make sure they get what they want. I can assure you, your highness, they all want a piece of you. So, I can't see the point in taking up your offer, 'cuz even if I somehow managed to best you, my men wouldn't be happy."

The men all laughed and some made rather obscene comments about what they had planned for their turns with the captives. Roog glanced over at Baran and relished the pure hatred in the man's eyes. For a soldier and killer, the guy had always been a little too soft-hearted.

"But, if you want to still show me all those delights you suggested," he said, leering at Ranna, "I won't make you watch us taking our turns with your friends."

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Baran knew Roog was vile, but even he hadn't expected this level of treatment. Things had clearly gotten worse since Pratt had fractured. Maggots like this weren't held to account as long as they got results for the master they served. Seeing the lust and hunger in the mens' eyes, he feared all the threats were real.

He needed a way out. He scanned the men, looking for any who might be uncomfortable with rape and where this was going. Lacking that, he'd need a plan. The Barrens had offered up some inhospitable landscapes and unique hazards. Maybe there would be something they could use to help even the odds. It was a long shot, but he wouldn't allow Roog to happen to Freeda or Ranna without a fight to the end. He had to be smart, though, or he'd only incite them to greater cruelty.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Greenhaven

Early afternoon:

Having eaten, warmed up in a hot bath, dried, and indulged in a thoroughly satisfying fuck with Olean, life was finally looking up for Trett. Then he found out their clothing had disappeared with their carriage and all he had were his sodden, muddy garments. Anya had managed to procure some clean, dry clothing of approximately his size, but the commoner's garb was hardly to his liking. He endured it while his other clothes were washed and dried. Arrangements would have to be made for at least one additional change of clothes.

A soft knock came at his room's door as he finished dressing. Trett nodded to Olean who opened the door for the inn keep.

"Sorry to bother you, m'lord," the man said, bowing slightly. "But, a young woman, a Lady, has just arrived. She's looking for Princess Ranna. Says she was just rescued from bandits. Since you are the only noble left in town, I thought you'd like to see her."

Trett was surprised at the news. So, Ranna's Lady had been rescued. Had some of the soldiers found the highwaymen's camp? He wasn't interested in investing himself in the matter, but it would look odd if he ignored it.

"Sure," he said. "I'll be right down. And make sure you're ready to accommodate any needs she might have."

After the inn keep backed away, Trett turned to Olean. "I imagine she's probably been through a lot, out in the woods with a bunch of criminals. Is Anya back with that farm girl? If she's not busy, she can help you get the Lady settled."

Trett went down to the common room, sparsely populated at this time of the afternoon. Ranna's Lady in Waiting wasn't difficult to pick out - a beautiful young woman who looked amazingly well for having spent the last couple days out in the woods with a bunch of thugs. She barely even looked damp or cold. Trett found himself mildly irritated by it, after what he'd endured.

"My Lady," Trett said, bowing politely. "I'm Lord Trett, Princess Victoria's Head of Guard. I'm very pleased to see you back, safe and sound. Did some of Princess Ranna's men find you?"

He noted the distinct lack of any soldiers escorting her into the inn.