First off I'm not new to fanfic as my account would have you believe. I just took a two year break because my life got busy. This is a new penname and I will not be uploading any of my old stuff because, truth be told, I'm embarrassed by it now.

Disclaimer: I get tired of writing this for every single chapter I write so consider this a mass disclaimer. I am not affiliated with Legend of the Seeker (book or television series); let's make that clear all characters mentioned from the series do not belong to me. BUT there are custom characters I have originated based off of the plot and I would appreciate if they remain my characters. If I find plagiarism I will delete the story without an ending and we don't want that now do we?

This story is based off of the television series NOT the books.

This format is written in third person omniscient meaning I write with 'he' and 'she'. Some points it is third person limited because I feel the story would be interesting from the other person's perspective. So if I randomly change point of views so you can expect it.

Note: So I decided to change things up a bit because I was wondering what would happen if it wasn't Kahlan that Rahl decided to go marry at the end, but another confessor. This takes place in the current time period, not the one that Richard got sucked into. This is just a drabble of my mind I hope you like it.

Chapter 1—Capture

Raelin felt like her body was ready to give out on her. She had been running for far too long. Her body ached with an extreme burning that she could feel not only in her muscles, but in her throat as well. She knew if she stopped her life would be taken by Rahl's soldiers and that was something she could not risk. She had been in hiding for five months, hidden, because of her true nature, because of her gift and her curse. She was the youngest, surviving, female confessor and that was why she was being chased. Rahl had ordered all confessors to be put to death and she had been thrust out on her own by her fellow sisters. She tried to stay with them, but she was too young to be put through a terrible death, or that was what they had told her to convince her to leave.

She could feel the pain in her thighs and in the cramping of her lower abdomen; it was the kind of pain she hadn't ever felt in her life. Raelin could hear shot arrows wisp past her and gently knick at her body, her arms, legs, and thighs had small bleeding cuts. As much as she thought the stinging pain would have slowed her it only sped her up. She knew that the pain Rahl would inflict on her would be much worse. Her feet carried her as fast as they could and she silently whispered a prayer that they would carry her faster than the galloping horses behind her.

She wore the same formal garb that would distinguish her as a seeker, it was similar to the one the Mother Confessor wore except hers was accented with blood red threads that made her fair skin stick out like that of a porcelain doll. Her fiery red hair flew back behind her a sign that she was running faster than her normal and the fear in her crystal blue eyes made her look younger than she actually was. Raelin tried to strategically place her feet to avoid any plants or fallen debris on the forest ground, but it was too hard a job when half of her attention was brought back behind her. She kept peeking behind her back, checking to see if they were gaining on her, mistake. The horse was on her heels now and she knew there was no more escape.

Raelin pulled out the daggers she kept safely hidden underneath her cloak and she sent it running through the belly of the horse shocking it enough to fall down. She took a deafening blow to the shoulder as an arrow ripped through her delicate flesh. There was no time to worry now, she was stationary and death now would prevent her from torture later. With all of her weight she brought down her right hand to the soldier whose horse was now binding him to the floor with its legs. Once through his neck was enough before her attention was brought to the twenty footmen that now surrounded her completely in a wide circle.

She circled around, barely noticing the coursing pain from her shoulder, the arrow still visibly sticking out from her back. Next thing she knew she was fighting with all of her power, clanging dagger with sword and taking blunt force to her body with the handles of their swords. They tried to avoid running her through as she viciously tried to stay alive. Three men were lying on the floor barely breathing by her doing, but soon she joined them. A heavily mustached man straddled her to the floor and with a wicked smile on his face bashed her head repeatedly until her mind was consumed by darkness.

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Raelin was thirsty, that was all she was coherent to as her mind slowly drifted back to consciousness. She didn't dare move or use her voice, not from the excruciating pain emanating down her body, but because she was being defensive. She wanted to know what was going on around her before she decided to open her eyes and it was a good thing too. She wasn't alone.

"How is she?" A male voice similar to that of her father's penetrated her ears. It was a harsh voice, deep, and masculine as if it had been through so much emotional pain he had aged in years. At the same time hints of concern washed through it.

"She'll be fine." Female, old, nothing to be fretted over. Raelin know she could take the woman quicker than the man.

"When will she wake up?" He was growing impatient.

"Anytime now I suspect. Whenever her body thinks it isn't in too much pain. Those soldiers of yours beat her up to a bloody pulp, you should be happy she's still alive."

The man only grunted and then she heard clicking heels slowly distancing themselves from the room until they faded into nonexistence. Raelin kept still she knew who was in the room with her, your soldiers only met one thing—Rahl. Her mind went into overdrive as she purposely took deep breathes to make him believe she was still asleep. It was then that she felt the thick iron of the Rada'Han around her neck at least that was what she assumed it was. She could feel the disconnection to her abilities, to her own magic; it was lonely without its everlasting comfort.

"I know you're awake."

Raelin stopped breathing for a moment and then continued her fake sleep. This was only met by a horrendous sounding laugh that she could only describe as being related to nails sliding down brick walls. Suddenly and without care to her body she shot out of the table like bed she had been laying on and backed herself into the far corner opposite of the voice. Her jaw tightened as the pain echoed from ever point in her body, but she kept it hidden well in her eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Rahl's all consuming eyes roamed over her petite and broken form.

When she had arrived he had her immediately taken care of by one of his healers and had the woman change the girl's clothes so she looked more presentable. There were bandages covering Raelin's body, several on her head and then a large one on her shoulder where an arrow had shot through her. He liked the sight before him. Poor little girl, week and helpless, he could fully take advantage of if he had so desired, but he knew that wasn't the way to gain her trust. As his eyes roamed her body he noticed the girl's discomfort, she wasn't going to back down.

"I promise."

"Your words mean nothing to me." Raelin spat back at him. "Why don't you just go fuck yourself and kill me already?"

"Now why would I want to kill you?" Came his retort. He was thoroughly enjoying her feisty nature and foul mouth; it wasn't something he had assumed of a confessor.

"You've killed all of my sisters and chased after me for months on end. I only assumed it was to kill me."

"I won't kill you unless you make me." Rahl smiled at her.

"Take what you want from me and leave me be." Raelin dug her nails into the soft palms of her hands, cutting into them, causing small curved lines of blood to form there.

"I'm not going to take what I want from you."

"Then what the hell do you want?"

"You."

Raelin tried to back herself into the corner further as he edged his way towards her. She couldn't move, it wasn't her body preventing her, it was the hold his stare had on her. She was stuck there until he was merely a foot away from her. He brought his hand up to her cheek and on instinct she shoved him hard in the chest trying to get away. He merely laughed as her body fell limp into him and he had to catch her from falling. His strong arms lifted Raelin and took her to her bed and laid her down; she struggled to get up, but he prevented her from doing so.

"Don't hurt yourself further or I'll be forced to knock you into unconsciousness until you calm down." His face was so close to hers it was getting hard for her to swallow.

Fear was now visible in her, he was going to do something unspeakable to her, and she just knew it. She could feel it in her bones that her life would end soon; that all she had strived to keep alive had died.

Through gritted teeth she said, "What is it you want?"

"You in my bedchamber." His voice grew deeper and she noticed the faint sound of pleasure wrapping around its silky quality.

"Never."

"Think about it Raelin, becoming my queen would help all of those people you and your precious seeker are trying to save. You could save them from my soldier's wrath by making them realize how wrong they actually are, that I'm not such a bad person."

"Ha, you're the devil's incarnate."

"Oh that hurt." Rahl's expression changed into an overacting mask of emotional hurt which was very quickly replaced by a dark smile. "Think about it Raelin, think of all the good you could do."

"Good? Working to help your evil? I'd rather die." Raelin was vaguely away of the large hands that bore down on her arms keeping her pinned in place. Pain would thrash through her body if she decided to try and get away from him.

"See I can't have that, but perhaps some time in my dungeons would change your mind." Rahl raised his hand and flicked his wrist and before Raelin knew it three guards were standing behind him.

"You'll be waiting an eternity for me." Her voice was adamant on her never returning to see him.

"We'll see about that. After a while those dungeons become pretty lonely. You start to feel hope drift away from you and sooner or later you will be coming to me."

"In your dreams." As the guards went to help Raelin off of the blanketed table she blew them off by standing up on her own and trying to run through the open doorway.

The only thing she remembered after that was hands gripping onto her shoulder and the yell of Rahl as he scolded his soldier for hurting her. She faintly remembered screaming as the men grabbed both of her arms and had to slide her immobile legs and feet across the floors to the dungeon.

So I hope that was enjoyable. I am really tired so I didn't reread it, if there are any errors in grammar or spelling I'll take full credit for it and perhaps go over it tomorrow and post it again if there are any huge errors that need fixing. I don't use a Beta because I like my stories having little mistakes in them and I don't want them corrected. I found from past trials that sometimes my voice as the author got lost in the Beta's corrections. Don't go hating me for that it is my choice. Any who REVIEW and make me happy. Make me actually want to continue this story. Until next time!

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