Your Highness
Evie escorted the prince to his room, embracing the role as a perfect gentleman. Between her teasing and challenging him, she may not always treat the prince as the heir to the throne however it did not make her less aware of the fact that he was. In regard to his health and his well-being, she recognized that it came far before her own and that he must be kept safe. With the prince safe, the future of this kingdom that she adored would remain safe as well, and head for greatness.
Once the prince was safely stored inside of his rented room, Evie turned around and planned on going back downstairs to see if she by chance could fetch some dry, clean clothes for the prince from the innkeeper, when the guard grabbed her by the arm.
“Where are you going?” He asked, and she raised one eyebrow, failing to see how that was any of his business.
“Downstairs.”
“Alone? I don’t think so.” He answered, looking her up and down and making her very aware of her soaked state.
“Your job is to protect the prince, not me.” Evie reminded him and then made her way to the stairs, heading down. Unfortunately, she only got halfway down the stairs before he caught up with her and grabbed her arm once more.
“How about you and I get a room too?” The mere suggestion had her appalled and she tried withdrawing her arm, only to find that his grip was impossibly resilient against her efforts.
“I must decline.” She hissed. “And insist you return to your master.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got time. The prince really likes his baths.” He gave her a sly grin and that was when she had enough, raised her hand and attempted to slap it across his face. He saw it coming and used his other hand to snatch her wrist before her palm reached his cheek.
“Feisty. No wonder all men at court want to get in between your legs.” His grip around her hardened as he pulled her up the stairs again and pushed her against the nearest wall. That was when he finally let go of her arm and instead began pulling up her wet, heavy skirt, pushing his hand underneath it.
Terrified, angry, a bit saddened, Evie didn’t know what else to do but smash her knee against his crotch. When he bent over in pain, she broke out of his arms and ran back to the prince’s room. She could hear his guard coming after her, hissing something in the style of whore, but she lunged at the door and forced it open – thankful that he had not locked it – and escaped into the room. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, stopping Dominic from entering.
He was in the bathtub, very much naked, and for a lady to walk in on a prince in such a state was improper to say the least. Even for her. She might have cared more, had it not been for her burning rage.
She walked up to him, put her hands on the bathtub edged and leaned over, burning eyes stuck on his.
“Tell your manservant that if he ever touches me again, I will rip him to shreds.” That was an order. But, to prove herself a good royalist, she tilted her head. "Your Highness."
Once the prince was safely stored inside of his rented room, Evie turned around and planned on going back downstairs to see if she by chance could fetch some dry, clean clothes for the prince from the innkeeper, when the guard grabbed her by the arm.
“Where are you going?” He asked, and she raised one eyebrow, failing to see how that was any of his business.
“Downstairs.”
“Alone? I don’t think so.” He answered, looking her up and down and making her very aware of her soaked state.
“Your job is to protect the prince, not me.” Evie reminded him and then made her way to the stairs, heading down. Unfortunately, she only got halfway down the stairs before he caught up with her and grabbed her arm once more.
“How about you and I get a room too?” The mere suggestion had her appalled and she tried withdrawing her arm, only to find that his grip was impossibly resilient against her efforts.
“I must decline.” She hissed. “And insist you return to your master.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got time. The prince really likes his baths.” He gave her a sly grin and that was when she had enough, raised her hand and attempted to slap it across his face. He saw it coming and used his other hand to snatch her wrist before her palm reached his cheek.
“Feisty. No wonder all men at court want to get in between your legs.” His grip around her hardened as he pulled her up the stairs again and pushed her against the nearest wall. That was when he finally let go of her arm and instead began pulling up her wet, heavy skirt, pushing his hand underneath it.
Terrified, angry, a bit saddened, Evie didn’t know what else to do but smash her knee against his crotch. When he bent over in pain, she broke out of his arms and ran back to the prince’s room. She could hear his guard coming after her, hissing something in the style of whore, but she lunged at the door and forced it open – thankful that he had not locked it – and escaped into the room. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, stopping Dominic from entering.
He was in the bathtub, very much naked, and for a lady to walk in on a prince in such a state was improper to say the least. Even for her. She might have cared more, had it not been for her burning rage.
She walked up to him, put her hands on the bathtub edged and leaned over, burning eyes stuck on his.
“Tell your manservant that if he ever touches me again, I will rip him to shreds.” That was an order. But, to prove herself a good royalist, she tilted her head. "Your Highness."
Jasper never would have suggested a noble lady like herself wear one of his garments, had the situation not been this dire. God forbid that she caught a cold, those could be life threatening even for nobles and of course, he did not want anything to happen to the lady. Neither did the king, although no one could say for sure how long he would keep to that outlook.
“I apologize that I cannot do more, My Lady.” He said and kept staring at the ground, until he noticed the change from the forest floor to the village. He now turned his head up and looked around, locating a pub in the midst of all the rain that clouded his vision.
“My Lady.” Jasper made a gesture for her to proceed inside before he himself followed and took another quick look around. The pub was cramped with people and it did not seem to have an upstairs area, at least not one for guests.
The best he could do was get the lady a table and something warm to eat, and maybe some ale. He truly wished that he could have been able to do more – a perpetual problem this fine evening.
Only one problem, he had no money. Not on him and not… not anywhere. He ate at the castle and whatever earnings he made went straight to his parents. Honestly, he could not remember the last time he had set foot in a pub. What was the point of one could not afford anything on offer?
“Let’s find you a table, and then I will get you something to eat and drink.” He finally said and gave her a smile, hoping that she would not realize that he had no assets. No, he would get her the food and drink one way or another and perhaps then she would respect him.
Or at least not look down on him. Pity him. The poor servant who could not even pay for ale.
“I apologize that I cannot do more, My Lady.” He said and kept staring at the ground, until he noticed the change from the forest floor to the village. He now turned his head up and looked around, locating a pub in the midst of all the rain that clouded his vision.
“My Lady.” Jasper made a gesture for her to proceed inside before he himself followed and took another quick look around. The pub was cramped with people and it did not seem to have an upstairs area, at least not one for guests.
The best he could do was get the lady a table and something warm to eat, and maybe some ale. He truly wished that he could have been able to do more – a perpetual problem this fine evening.
Only one problem, he had no money. Not on him and not… not anywhere. He ate at the castle and whatever earnings he made went straight to his parents. Honestly, he could not remember the last time he had set foot in a pub. What was the point of one could not afford anything on offer?
“Let’s find you a table, and then I will get you something to eat and drink.” He finally said and gave her a smile, hoping that she would not realize that he had no assets. No, he would get her the food and drink one way or another and perhaps then she would respect him.
Or at least not look down on him. Pity him. The poor servant who could not even pay for ale.
