Isabella, a royal princess, was to be wedded to a Prince. She didn't expect herself to be captured by two rough, barbaric men. What were they up to? What did the two want with her? A story of love, adventure and marriage. Set in the Victorian Era. Rulers - King Charles and Queen Renee Swan.
The dark abyss of night fell down like a curtain on the final scene of a play. The moon slowly rising further and further as the clouds gathered above the trees. Autumn had set in so the green leaves shifted to orange and the once brown bark of the trees faded to a gloomy grey. Had they not been driving past, she would not have seen how the rabbits and the squirrels went in to rest and the predators of the night, wolves, crouched to the damp floor and crept closer and closer to the small creatures' hideouts.
Miss Isabella Swan was the Queen's daughter. A princess. She had never witnessed this life outside of the castle. All she saw were houses being built – never so many trees and wildlife at one time. The Queen sent Isabella to be married to the Prince of Wales. The Prince was old enough to take over his father's position of King. King William had fallen ill and Jacob wanted a royal bride to assist his ruling of the country.
Isabella shut the curtain of the carriage and sighed. It was a tiring ride to Wales. She had to travel during the evening to avoid suspicion. She closed her eyes for just a second then was woken by a knocking on the side of the carriage. They couldn't have made it to Wales – had she been asleep long?
"Princess? We have arrived, please step from the carriage," The attendant called. Isabella stood sharply hearing the distress in his voice and straightened her dress. Had they been captured? When she opened the door and stepped onto the ground, she wasn't greeted by a well lit castle with high steeples. It was too dark outside to notice much other than the things in front of her. She was met by a man. There in front of her very eyes, stood a rough, barbaric man. He wore a mask to cover his mouth and his nose. His copper hair stuck awkwardly up in a mess. His eyebrows were up in surprise.
"And I thought the princess would be uglier given her mother's face!" He chuckled turning to the taller man next to him.
"This hussy is good enough for you, isn't she?" The taller man answered. They both laughed along. The driving attendant stood awkwardly by the side of the path near the door.
"I am not a hussy! I am a princess!" She screamed. The driver caught her hands behind her back. "Unleash me peasant!"
"Ma Lady, I may be a peasant but that is no way to speak to your captures. Now gentlemen, pass me the money and I will be on my way" The driver retorted. The men in front of him stuck their hands in their pockets. "C'mon I don't have all night! I have a family to feed after all!" The man with the copper hair threw him a sack of gold coins.
"Be gone and do not tell a soul or I will hunt you down and make you watch as I chop each and every finger of your children's off," He snarled.
The driver quickly shoved me away and got onto the horse that they offered him and galloped away. The taller man chucked me into the carriage. The other man sat opposite me.
"Emmett, hook up my horse to the carriage and ride towards the manor," The man commanded to the tall man.
"Why are you doing this?" Isabella sneered. The man pulled his mask off of his face and Isabella couldn't believe her own eyes. The man was beautiful. He smirked.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to your rescuer"
Rescuer? Rescuer...him...he wasn't a rescuer. What were his intentions? Isabella thought. She glared at him. He kept smirking. What made a rescuer?