Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story; they have been created by Tamora Pierce. But I do own the plot, it was all my idea.
Warning: There may be some language in here that is unsuitable for young readers, advance with caution!!!
Summary: Joren and Vinson passed their Ordeals without a problem and catch Kel near a dark alley alone. What happens when they drug her with dream-rose?
Author's Note: Hey everyone, this idea just sort of came to me when I was re-reading POTS. What if Joren and Vinson had passed their Ordeals, what if they'd found Kel on her way back near an alley behind a dark inn, what would they do to the Lump?
Dream Rose
Chapter One – Drugged
Kel walked alone through the streets. It was fairly cold outside and she was fumbling for her gloves. The final day of Midwinter was finished; somehow Kel had been dragged down to an eating house to celebrate her entering her last year of squiredom. In other words, the Own had used it as an excuse to go out drinking.
Kel finally wrangled her gloves from her belt pouch. She dropped one onto the snow covered road. As Kel bent to retrieve a strong wind blew, carrying her glove down to the opening of an alley. Muttering soldier's curses under her breath Kel trotted over to the alley to retrieve the runaway glove. Kel again bent over to grab the glove; she didn't hear the soft crunch of approaching footsteps.
Someone grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the wall. It was too dark for Kel to see the face of her captor, but they must've known Kel's fighting style because they had her hands pinned to the wall and were standing on her feet.
"I told you to watch your back bitch." An icy voice whispered into her ear. Kel knew who stood in front of her.
"Joren, you're a knight now, don't you have anything better to do than bully a squire?" Kel inquired.
"Of course not," Joren replied, adding to his companion, "Vinson bring the dream rose over here."
Kel had learnt about dream rose in her magic lessons as a page. It was a drug that forced one who inhaled it, or consumed it to fall into a deep sleep in which dreams were reality. Kel began to struggle against Joren as she heard Vinson coming nearing and the cork being popped off of a vile. Vinson shoved the vile beneath Kel's nose. She held her breath and kept fighting; the lack of air began to take its effect. She drew in a breath and smelt a sickeningly sweet smell. Consciousness began to leave Kel.
"What do you mean you can't find her?" Raoul cried, it was nearly four bells past midnight.
"She left at midnight, saying that she needed to get some sleep if she was going to tilt against you tomorrow, that was the last any of us saw her." Dom told his commander, out of all the men he was the least drunk.
The others slurred their agreements. Raoul was swearing, he had an idea of who was behind Kel's disappearance. That boy Joren was trouble, he knew it.
Dom pounded on his cousin's door. He knew that Neal was there, he and his knight-mistress weren't to leave until the morning after next. He stood for a good five minutes, waiting for his cousin to open up.
Dom heard someone fall inside and muttered curses. The door was yanked open and a pair of vicious green eyes glared at Neal.
"What could you possibly want at this hour of the night?" Neal practically yelled.
"Neal, someone's kidnapped Kel." Dom said in all seriousness.
The colour drained from Neal face. He raced back into his room, pulling on a pair of random breeches and a shirt. In ten seconds Neal was back at the door fully dressed. Both men said nothing; they went running down the hall, waking up all of Kel's friends among the squires.
Within half an hour all of Kel's friends had been gathered. They broke off into groups; the men of the Own went to search the city, the squires the practice courts, and any others around the Palace.
Raoul knocked on a door. He stood there for what felt like forever. Finally the door opened, the Crown Prince stood there.
"Your highness," Raoul said bowing, "Your father wouldn't happen to be around would he?"
Roald admitted Raoul into the study. Thayet was seated in a comfortable looking lounge chair, Jon was at his desk running through papers.
"Raoul, what brings you here so early in the morning," Thayet asked curiously.
"The same thing that brought me, Kel is missing." Roald muttered.
"Roald, I'm sure that Keladry is perfectly fine, maybe she is out with someone and forgot how late it was." The king replied to his son without looking up.
"Actually Jon, Kel didn't come back last night, none of her friends have seen her. I'm worried this is completely unlike Kel."
Jon sighed. He looked to his wife for aid. Thayet gave him a look that said "You know he's probably right,". Jon looked at Raoul and scowled, he did of course know that his old friend was right.
"Have two squads of the Palace Watch begin looking for her, if she doesn't return by tonight we'll have everyone searching," Jon replied.
"Thank you," Raoul knew that she wouldn't return on her own if she'd been kidnapped.
Kel woke up groggily. She'd had some very strange dreams. She sat up and looked around her surroundings. She was in a windowless box so to speak. There was a pot in one corner which she assumed was a chamber pot, and an iron door across from her. Her hands were chained together and they were attached to the wall. Her legs were both shackled, but not together. From the iron manacles were two long chains, though not attached they looked like they were supposed to be attached to the wall.
A growling noise forced Kel to realize there was neither food nor water in the room at all. She scowled. Finally the last night's events began to flood back into her mind. Joren and Vinson were going to be in trouble, how long did they think it was going to take for her knight-master to realize she'd disappeared?
The clank of the door brought Kel back to her surroundings. In sauntered her captors.
"Well, well, well, look who's woken up," Joren smirked, "Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into isn't it?"
"How long do you think it's going to take for people to noticed that I've disappeared?" Kel asked completely baffled by Joren's stupidity.
"Not long, but it's unlikely that they'll find you." Vinson laughed, well Kel thought it was more of a cackle.
Joren made to approach Kel. She saw this coming and once he was close enough she kicked him in the knee, causing some colourful language to be said. He snapped his fingers and two men in all black came into the room. Before Kel even had a chance to register what was happening they had the chains from her legs connected to the wall so she couldn't kick anyone.
Joren approached her again, venom in his eyes. His face was a hands width away from her's and Kel knew what was about to do. She turned her head to the side quickly and heard Vinson begin to laugh. Joren forcefully grabbed Kel's jawbone and squeezed. Kel refused to cry even though the pain was unbearable. He twisted her face back around so that she could look straight at him.
"I know the pain's killing you Lump, just admit it and I'll stop."
"Nev-er," Kel managed to say.
Before she knew what he was doing, Joren was kissing her. Bruising her lips with an immense amount of force, he ran his hand up her side making her gasp. She felt him slide his tongue through her lips. Kel bit down hard with her teeth, drawing blood.
Joren pulled back swearing, he finally released her, "You bitch!"
Kel rubbed her jaw on her shoulder, hoping that they'd go away.
"Maybe you should show her how wench like her behaves for nobles like us," Vinson cackled from the doorway, "on her back like a good trollop."
Kel felt fear rise through her. She now realized she was in the perfect position for what Vinson was implying – helpless.
Author's Note: Well I'm going to stop there and let your imaginations run with it. Tell me what you thought about this chapter, and maybe I'll consider continuing it for you. Remember review!