Oookay, sorry for the long wait, folks! I was really busy writing down this story in deviantART (sweatdrops), and I made some changes in this new version. But anyway, thanks for the reviews and advice you gave me. I really appreciate it a lot. Now back to the story.

Chapter Two: The Abduction

The next morning, an hour before sunrise, Amarelle woke up and she began to dress. Then she hurried down to the royal stables. Everyday, before sunrise, she would take one of her father's horses and ride around the kingdom where she would breathe in the fresh morning air and clear her thoughts from the night before. Of course, she isn't allowed to ride without a chaperone and there is fear that she will get kidnapped if she decides to ride through the forest, like that similar incident that happened years ago. However, nobody knows that she has been riding alone her horse for many years. It was her little secret.
As she arrived at the stables, she soon realized she wasn't the only one up. When she reached her favorite horse, a magnificent chestnut-brown mare, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped in surprise and she spins around to see the skinny squire Ellyn looking at her with an amused expression. Amarelle became annoyed with him because he had come up behind her unexpectedly, like many times before.
"Squire," she began in an angry voice, "I thought I told you, you must never sneak behind like that."
"Are you afraid of me, Princess?" he asked, smiling.

She snuck up her nose in the air haughtily. "I'm not afraid."
Ellyn places both of his hands behind his back and he continues to smile in a cocky manner at her.
"Where you going so early this morning?" he asked.
"Nowhere," she lied. "I just like to see the horses."
"Going out for a ride?"
Her eyes widened. "How did-?"
"Let us say that I have been watching you taking out the horses and ride them out in the country for two years in secret."
"That is not possible. It has always been my secret."

"Princess, I do not want anything bad happened to you, ever since what happened eight years ago," Ellyn said.

"I know what you are talking about!" said Amarelle angrily. "But I am not a little girl anymore, and I want you to stop treating me like one. If you dare breathe one word about my little secret, I will personally…"

"Talking of secrets, I have one too." Then Ellyn began to gaze down at her emerald eyes, his expression turned serious. "Princess, I--"
"There you are!" said a gruff voice behind them. They turned around to see Sir Bratticus walking towards them, waving a bottle of brandy in one hand.
"I thought I would find my darling wife here," he commented. On closer inspection, his face is sagged and red. He had been drinking.
"I am not your wife, Bratticus," Amarelle seethed. If there is one person she loathed to see, it is Bratticus.
"Not yet, anyway," he said. "You missed last night, dear. It looks like I never really killed Malevont at all; I just killed his own wife. What a laugh, he was furious! Don't worry of your little heads, I will soon be ridding him soon in three days as soon as King Wizengarde gives him his new bride."
"My father would never do such a thing!" Amarelle shouted.
Bratticus laughed deliriously and took a huge swig from his bottle. When he finished drinking all of its contents, he threw the bottle away and it landed and shattered into many pieces.
"Now if you do not mind," he began talking to Ellyn. "I like to have her back."
"She does not belong to you, Sir Bratticus," Ellyn said, glaring at the drunken knight. "So why don't you just leave her, or better yet, US alone?"
Bratticus growled and he cocked his fist back and punched him in the face. Ellyn fell back and landed on a stack of hay. Then he quickly rammed himself into the knight and both of them began throwing punches at each other.

"Stop it! Stop it both of you!" Amarelle shouted. Then she grabbed Ellyn's arms and pulled him off from Bratticus. Ellyn is now sporting a purple bruises on his cheeks and left eye while Bratticus only has a nosebleed.

"Come one, Ellyn, let's leave," she pleaded the squire. Ellyn gave Bratticus a dirty look before he follows Amarelle out the stables.

"Squire… You really shouldn't have stood up for me, you know," Amarelle told Ellyn as she dabs his bruised cheek with a damped cloth. Ellyn winced in pain. Both of them were sitting under a tree next to the royal garden later that morning.

"But--"
"I told you, I can take care of myself."
"I do not want to leave you alone with that knight, Princess," he winced in pain. "He just wants to get under your skirt."
"I know what men like to seek, thank you," she said.
"I'm not like them." Then he turns his head sharply to face her. "What I was going to say to you back at the stables is that..."
"Don't move too much, or I'll hit your eye," Amarelle scolded him. Ellyn sighed sadly as he lets her fixes his bruised cheek.
"Okay, I'm done," he heard her say. "You can go back to your chores, Page Boy."
Then with that, she ran off, her brown hair dancing behind her. Ellyn sighs again. You are a fool, Ellyn, he thought sadly.

Up above in the sky, Malevont had been watching Princess Amarelle running away from Ellyn. A wicked grin played on his face.

Three days passed, the day has arrived. In the courtyard, seven maidens all fair and graceful were standing on a wooden platform. Each of them had a grim look on her face. King Wizengarde and his knights were standing nearby, all armed and ready to attack. Ellyn is among them (he did not want to miss this event). The king looked worried.
"Do not despair, Your Majesty," Bratticus assured him. "None of these ladies will be doomed to be that dreadful dragon's bride."
"How are you sure, Sir Bratticus?" asked the king.
"I killed his wife didn't I? So I'm going to kill him too as soon as he reaches this courtyard. My blade will cut off his head in one slice!" the knight boasted.
Wizengarde sighs and shakes his head. "I hope Malevont does not come."

Meanwhile, Amarelle is in an open field picking yellow and blue flowers.
"Father would like these," she said to herself. As she bends down to pick the next flower a large shadow fell on her. She looks up and screams.

"Look! Up in the sky!" a knight shouted. Wizengarde looks to where the knight is pointing. Malevont is flying over the courtyard; and to everyone's horror, there was Amarelle wrapped in one of the dragon's claws. She was screaming and struggling to free herself.
"Malevont! Leave my daughter alone!" Wizengarde screamed in terror.
"We made a bargain, Wizengarde!" Malevont said in a loud voice. "Your precious daughter is now mine!"
"Father, help me!!" Amarelle screamed.
"Attack!" Bratticus ordered his men. The knights raised their bows and their arrows shot to the sky heading toward Malevont. The dragon raised his jaws and flames spurts out from his throat and engulfed the arrows to ashes. The dragon made a victorious roar before disappearing from sight, bringing the young princess with him.

Ellyn witnessed all this, and as he watched Amarelle being taken away, he couldn't help but gasp in horror.
"Princess... Princess... AMARELLLE!!"

End of Chapter 2

Nooo, poor Amarelle! Where's Superman when you need him?! Will Amarelle ever be saved? What was Ellyn going to say to her? And what about that incident that happened eight years ago? Why am I telling you all these pointless questions?!