The thick droplets of rain bore on endlessly, making the soil beneath the soldiers feet damp and muddy. The sound of the footsteps stomping around, and the rain hitting off of the tents was the only thing he could hear, the only thing that really settled him, and of course, the occasional whoosh of the breeze through the damaged tree's above, throwing their tattered leaves around...
Everything was bleak, gray- even the atmosphere. The young blonde soldier sighed, hearing his name being called out.
"CAPTAIN FINN! OI BEN!" Private Gould yells.
The blonde soldier gets up out of his bedroll and pops his head out of the tent, his hair automatically becoming damp.
"Get up! Major Swift wants to see you!"
"Alright, alright. Keep your knickers on, Private."
Gould scoffs, running to his tent to clean his rifle. The mourning wood fort was bare, considering the soldiers have hidden from the rain inside of their tents, truthfully, it didn't bother the captain that much. He pulls on his red royal army uniform jacket and heads to talk to his Major.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?"
"Yes, my boy" Major Swift replies, his focus fixed upon the large wooden gates, as if waiting for them to magically open, playing with his impressive moustache. "Walter Beck will be joining us, with guest."
"Who?" Ben smirks, thinking about the old soldier, whom was only here yesterday, talking about some revolution.
"A guest I'm leaving you to look after." Swift replies, puffing furiously on his pipe, "She will need-"
"She?" Ben interrupts with horror, "Sir, having a female in here, though I'd have a female anywhere, but here…-"
"She will be fine" Swift reassures the young soldier, finally turning around to face him. "It is the girl Walter came here to talk about."
"The princess?" Ben asks, raising a brow, "when are they coming?"
"Any minute now, my son." his major nods, turning to the gate, where seconds later, it slides up open with a massive clanging noise, a noise the men weren't really used to, seeing as nobody enters the fort.
The old Knight, Sir Walter Beck stomps in, his hand resting on his old silver pistol. Beside him, a black and white collie, following lovingly at the knights feet, wagging his tail.
Ben frowns, not seeing the princess. A stab of disappointment hits him, after all, when Walter sent him to the castle, to snoop on news on how she was doing, they'd had somewhat of an affair, a secret, that only they had kept. Until, of course, Ben left without a word, being found out caused him to flea the castle without much as a goodbye. He'd saw her again, 1 year ago when Logan, the tyrant king, gave a speech. She stood beside Toby, the middle sibling. Ben had worked with Toby, he wasn't much of a 'look at me, I'm royalty' type, and he absolutely did not liked being called a prince, he signed himself up for the royal army, where Ben had became good friends with him, until he disappeared. And of course, the youngest, the princess, whom he'd only gotten a small glimpse of.
Just as Ben was about to join in on his Majors and Walters status, a female voice is heard, cursing herself as she runs into the gates, "DAMNATION!" the female sighs.
Ben smirks, looking at her up and down, her luscious dark red hair hands in limp, wet curls around her waist. Her green eyes, like a sparkling new emerald, shimmering into the light.
Hers mall slender figure, gracefully gliding along the fort. Her skin, the exact complexion of damp sand at he beach, smooth, and tanned, she'd defiantly changed.
Thought, she was wearing a men's mercenary jacket, and shorts covered in blood and mud, she was possibly the most beautiful woman the captain had ever laid eyes on.
"What is your problem, girl?" Walter asks with amusement as she comes at a stand, beside him.
"Nothing." she huffs, bending down to pet the excited collie.
Lucky mutt, Ben smirks. Missing her hands on his toned body.
"Ah, my princess" Swift bows slightly, "I do hope you are doing fine."
"I'm ok, thank you, Major Swift, Sir. I'm just really cold" she complains.
Walters eyes dart to the blonde soldier as he coolly strolls over, with his hands in his pockets, trying to pry his gaze from the princess.
"You alright Wally, you old fart?" Ben jokes, with a small wink.
"BEN FINN!" Walter bellows, "Good to see you're alive!"
"You too, Wally. Thought you'd be long gone by now, what are you, almost 100?"
The princess sniggers, quickly biting her lip to stop her. Ben flashes her a grin, proud he's got her laughing. "Watch your mouth, boy." Walter murmurs, patting Bens back, hard, almost jolting him forward.
"Captain Finn." Swift speaks up, "I want you to show the princess to your tent, you'll have to share with one of the boys, as she will be staying here until Walter comes back from seeing the Industrial resistance."
"Try anything, and I'll have your head on a platter." Walter warns harshly.
"Calm down Wally, I'd never do such a thing." Ben smirks, moving his gaze to the slightly embarrassed princess. "Follow me."
She does as asked, walking aside the blonde captain.
"So, do I just call you princess… Or beautiful?" Ben chuckles, trying to hide the fact they know each other… Well.
She scoffs, shaking her head, "Haven't you just received a warning, Captain?" she speaks, not looking at him.
"Nobody said I can't point out the obvious. So what's your name?", her name I never forgot; Evangeline…
"Getting on a first name basis would be a mistake, Captain." She answers in a sombre tone, obviously holding a grudge.
"And, why is that?" Ben asks as they walk outside of the back gates.
"I will not be here for long, I hope. I really do not see the point, do you?"
He chuckles, "I knew you'd be like this."
"Like what?" she snaps, coming at a halt and spinning to face away to the lake the men often use to bathe/wash.
"Like all moody" Ben replies, thankful he can speak, being alone with her. "It isn't my fault, Evie."
"Don't call me that." she murmurs sadly.
"They found out who I really was" he explains, grabbing her wrist, spinning her to face him, "I didn't get the chance-"
She snatches her arm out of his hold, "don't touch me, Ben," she hisses, "don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't even look at me. I have moved on, and you leaving me was the best thing that ever happened. I just wish my brother had of caught you, and punished you like you deserved." her eyes darken with anger, almost turning black.
Avos, if looks could kill, he'd be 6ft under.
"And" she adds, "I think you should know, we have a son." she almost yells, storming away.
Ben pales at her words, his throat going dry and his whole body becomes numb.
A son… He sits down on the boulder near the lake. Running his hands through his sandy blonde hair.
At a loss for words, for thoughts, for anything.