I do not own Twilight.
Story set in the middle ages when England wasn't unified yet and the French tended to raid settlements
No one ever said you had to be a guy to fight, but my dad seems to think so. So here I am stuck in my chambers changing into things that would give my father a heart attack if he saw, a shirt, jerkin(leather vest), and trousers to go with the black riding boots I stole, and the sword that has been mine since I turned 16 not to mention the 2 boot knives and lock pick set I traded a thief his freedom for. I managed to be lucky(or smart) enough to convince him that I could get him out of his cell before the guards came back, and I did it helps to have a key.
I wasn't much of a lady so it was fairly easy to hide any evidence of what I was. My dark brown hair was braided against my scalp and tucked into the shirt. The rest of it was concealed by the jerkin.
I can hear the sounds of the battle from here and see the line of buildings burning and if I am lucky I will be able to slip away before they reach the keep and trap me here. A sudden scream from down the hall warns me that I may have less time than I thought I did. No way in gods name that I was going to go down without a fight or without taking a few of them along for the ride.
The door slammed open just as I drew my sword. The man through the door was surprised to not see the noblewoman cowering in the corner like he expected he shouted in his poor English, "Where did you hide her." I didn't bother with an answer I think the sword I shoved through his neck was answer enough. The next men into the room were smart enough to just try to hold me there until they could get enough men in there to rush me and make anything I could do basically pointless I would be dead anyway.
The Knight who walked into the room next had me wondering about other things than battle. He was gorgeous what little I could see of him through the armor adorned with a black shield bearing a dragon and a tree the symbols of the kings own guard.
He spared barely a glance for the soldier on the floor, it worried me he didn't look at me as a problem, but as a prize and that could be bad I didn't want to spend my life as a nobleman's slave, soldier or otherwise, or worse if they figured out what I was hding as a concubine. A fate I wouldn't wish upon anyone.
He told me in clear English, "Lad if you do not wish to die tonight lay down your arms, I will see to your well being there is little point in resisting your king is dead. Drop your weapons and I will make sure you do not suffer the misfortune of being sold or ending up dead."
I didn't want to be sold slaves where often chained for weeks before a sale and guarder heavily. It would make escape impossible.
The words broke the last of my will to fight I had one question for him though, I asked him in French, "How do I know you will keep your word."
The knight seemed shocked that I spoke his language but that didn't seem to change his minde.
His answer was simple. "You don't."
I sheathed my sword, stood up straight and said, "Sae la vi." and threw my self to the fates mercy. I just hoped that they wouldn't search me too well the pick set and boot knives I needed to escape later.
He walked up to me said you keep your weapons but I have one question for you, "where is she."
"Left last night, tunnel under the dungeons took a horse and fled." Which would have been my escape if they hadn't screwed up my timing.
His eyes narrowed and he asked, "How do you know this?"
"That I will be keeping to myself. But one does notice that when someone like that goes down and doesn't come back up she must of left in between the rest," shrug, "best guess, its what I would have done in 'er place."
He nodded and said, "Since you came peacefully enough you keep your weapons but," he looked at one of his soldiers and nodded, "Bind his arms."
They tensed expecting me to fight. I stood still it would be folly to resist against so many alone, all it would of done would be to loose me any chance to escape later. Which would require a few slipped knots a couple tricks and a lot of patience. That annoying tutor my father chose always said, "good things come to those who wait," I hated her. I learned more from the street rats I hung with when I slipped out of the castle or the smith in the village who taught me how to fight. Hell I learned more from listening to the servants gosip than I ever did from her.
I relaxed when the rope went around my wrists, it meant that I would at least live 'til tonight, if they didn't try and dump me in a gully first.
Jerkin: a close fitting vest made to be light armor for archers and poor foot soldiers.
Keep: safest and best defended area of a fortress often called the castle surrounded by walls.