I am nothing but an inn keepers daughter, and yet here I sit before the king, to wed his ungrateful son. It was that or death, however if it were not for my family I would have quickly chosen death. "Oh dear Isabelle how happy you make my son." I smiled, because there was not much else I could do. Aaron the kings son sat to the left of me rubbing my thigh under the table. And with each stroke I shuttered. He mistook it for pleasure. "You should eat dear Isabelle, for tomorrow your wedding day shall come." Aaron gripped my thigh tighter. "your right my king, and so excited am I." I smiled and began to eat the few parts of my meal that would not upset my stomach further. Dinner passed quickly thank heavens for that. I nearly ran to my bed chamber. If I did not Aaron would surely have forced me to his. Every word that man spoke only increased my disgust for him. "Lady Belle." I heard a whisper from behind a statue in my bed chamber. "Who is there, show yourself or I shall scream." A man appeared from behind the statue and bowed. "Lady Belle you must follow me, I wish to save you from that wretched prince." I moved towards him without another thought. "Save me if you can." He grabbed my arm and snuck me out of the castle. Half way into the woods he turned on me. "Your virtue is so endearing lady belle." I shivered. "Oh please do not fret. I only wish to make you my bride." No, no, no, no. "I shall, not now nor ever be your bride." He grabbed my arms tight. "Please do not resist me lady belle. You wouldn't want to get hurt." I scratched and clawed his sides but he never once loosened his grip. "Oh dear belle your beauty is so endearing, how I wish our children will receive that trait. " Never, never, never! "I will not bear your children." I punched him in the side. He loosened his grip so I slid out from him and ran. I ran as fast as my legs would allow. His legs were faster. He caught me in only seconds and slapped me. "You will not flee, I will make you my bride and you will be bound to thee." He threw me over his shoulder and started walking. "Let me go!" I started kicking and screaming. Someone thrusted there sword into him, because I saw it escape his other side, and then we both went tumbling to the ground. "Get up" I started to get up when a hand grabbed my arm and snatched me up. I started to rub the dirt off of my dress. 'I do not enjoy being thrown around like an animal." I looked at the man who saved me. It was a tall, messy, blonde haired man. "Are you allright?"
" I'm Fine."
"What's your name?"
"Isabelle, what's yours?"
"Thomas, Why was that man carrying you?"
"He was supposed to be saving me from Prince Aaron."
" And you trusted him? Did you know him?"
"Yes and no." he smiled knowingly.
"I find it hard to believe that the king's son could be so disgusting, as to make a maiden flee with a stranger." He laughed at his own joke.
"Yes well the kings son is a sadistic pig, if you had met him, you would understand entirely."