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Without further ado, Chapter three of Let Me Be Your Kidnapper.
The Boar hat moved on that night. Elizabeth had used her walk with the young King Arthur as an excuse to see the Tavern and the two kind souls who ran it only to find a flat plane of earth waiting for here where she was absolutely sure that the building had rested the day before. Margaret had been correct as far as her assumption on the young kings kindness. He was quite handsome as well, with golden red hair and piercing Violet eyes that turned up ever so slightly at the edges whenever he smiled or laughed. She found it hard not to enjoy herself while in his company; even through the heartache she experienced when finding the building missing he was nothing but thoughtful and comforting. He even offered her his cloak, which she wrapped around herself tightly to hide the lower part of her face in its folds.
It smelled of fresh vanilla and lilacs.
She spent the next few days with him under the careful eye of either her father or his own eerily silent court mage who always seemed to be within a few feet of him no matter what he was doing. After the fourth night she was resigned to only having that wonderful and strange Tavern in her memories and looked forward to the next week with all the happiness she could force herself to muster.
"Mi'lady Elizabeth." She looked up from her books and papers and placed her charcoal stick over the small image of a pig she had been doodling while reading to see her kingdoms second Grandmaster Holy Knight tapping lightly on the door frame to the room she was supposed to be studying in. She smiled at the kind faced man who she knew better as Griamores father than a leader of the kingdoms Holy Knights.
"Good Evening Dreyfus, to what do i owe the pleasure?" she asked as she stood and smoothed out the skirt of her light pink dress to make herself a bit more presentable.
"Your father asked me to check in on you and make sure that there was nothing further that you will require this evening." he stated as he gave her a formal bow, "May I say congratulations on your upcoming union tomorrow evening, I hope your days in Lioness will forever be in your heart as you make your new home in Camelot." She smiled as she strode over as confidently as she could and placed one hand on his shoulder while her other hand moved upwards to clutch into a fist before her chest.
"Thank you for your kind words Dreyfus, I will carry the memories of all of you until i breathe my last breath." She stated as he straightened his back to stand before her. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears in the light of her wall lamps and she fought the urge to hug the man. He was always so kind to her and unlike Hendrickson, who had caused feelings of fear to rush through her body whenever his eyes landed upon her, Dreyfus always made her feel safe whenever he was near. She knew that part of the reason behind this was his sin, who looked more and more like his father every day. Griamore was always around Veronica and had always taken the time to play with her as well, she could never think badly of anyone in the gentle giant's family.
"If there is nothing more that you require of me then I shall take my leave of you for this evening, Goodnight Mi'lady, may you have pleasant dreams." He returned her smile and gave her one more small bow before stepping out of the room and allowing the door to slowly close behind him. Once he was gone she let out the breath that she did not realize she had been holding and made her way to the large bed in the center of the room.
Her eyes were heavy already as she lay amongst the pillows and blankets, and the softness of her sheets were urging her to sleep. However, her mind was still racing, going over the memories she had made those two days before Arthur had appeared in the capital. The blonde tavern owner was the first thing that she found herself thinking about when she awoke in the morning and he was always the last thing on her mind as she lay her head on her pillows at night. It was strange to her but there was always a nostalgic feeling in her chest whenever she thought of him. She felt like she had known him for so much longer than the two days that he had been in her life, and the thought of his bright warm smile always sent a warm feeling coursing through out her body like she had slipped into a freshly drawn bath.
She slapped her hands over her cheeks as they turned a bright shade of pink and rolled onto her side to face the large windows along her rooms outer wall. It felt odd to think she could have a crush on someone who she did not even know the name of, but the memory of how she felt when he touched her more than confirmed her feelings, at least to herself. She felt wrong to have such feelings towards him even though she was promised to the young king, but the more she tried to ignore them and forget him the clearer his face became in her mind.
"Bad Elizabeth," she chided herself quietly, "You shouldn't be having such feelings as these for another." She lightly slapped her cheeks once again before pulling her thick comforter up to her nose and glancing out of the clear glass panes of her window into the night beyond them.
The night air wafted through his golden tresses as they moved across the side of the mountain separating Dalmory from the capital. He pressed the mug of ale to his lips and took a long drink from the bitter sweet liquid that resided inside it. The giant green pig that his tavern rested on the back of did not stop moving as she knocked down the trees that made up the forest which lay across the very mountain they were currently traveling around. He cursed himself for leaving when he did, but he could not pass up the opportunity that the rumor of the fox sin had presented him. Because of that they were now making their way back to the capital with nothing to show for their work other than a pile of dead swordwolves in the storage room ready to be cut and salted.
"Mamma says she isn't use to going back and forth like this." Hawk stated as he waddled up the stairs to sit next to Meliodas on the porch that circled the tavern.
"Sorry about that Hawks mom!" he called out as he raised his mug toward the giant pigs head in a half salute, "There is something important that I have to do in the capital so we have to head back just for a bit. I promise that after this we will go past Viazel and set up for a bit before moving on."
"You're going back for her aren't you?" Hawk huffed as he laid down on the cool floorboards.
"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" he asked before taking another drink from his mug, "I thought you liked her."
"Because she is pretty and you are a pervert," the pig huffed as he stuck his snout up in the air. Meliodas shrugged as he finished his drink and placed the empty mug on the porch beside him.
"I don't know how to tell you this but, we need her." He stated through a long drawn out sigh after an uncomfortably long silence. The pig did not seem very convinced by his words and snorted loudly to show the blonde his annoyance.
"I'm going inside, you should go get some sleep before we get to the capital." Hawk snorted once again before shoving the door open and waddling into the warm room beyond it. Meliodas turned his head to watch him go before looking back towards the distant lights that marked the capital as they made their way around the mountain. She was there in the castle, possibly sleeping soundly in a large bed that was made specifically for her with people just outside her door ready and waiting to rush in if she ever needed anything at all. The life he had given her by passing her on to Bartra all those years ago was one of comfort and, at least he hoped, happiness. She would have had a much harder life if he would have kept her back in Danafor, but she also would not be faced with the probability of marrying someone that she did not even know. He was sure that she would go through with it if she had to. Liz would have never let them get away with something like this, but that was her old life. From what he could tell from their brief interactions the last time he saw her, Elizabeth was a shy girl who followed orders rather than causing a problem for anyone. However, when he saw her in the garden, her softly spoken thoughts were anything but submissive and that gave him the hope he needed to continue with his plans to take her back.
He stood and dusted off the back of his pants as the walls of the capital became clearer in the distance. His lips pulled up in a small smile as his eyes locked onto the dark squared blob that was the castle sitting a bit further back from their current position than the wall.
"Nothing to do until we get there tomorrow." He shrugged as he reassured himself of the fact and shifted from one foot to the other, "May as well listen to Hawk for once, I guess." With that he collected his mug and made his way into the building, only stopping to place the mug on the bar before heading up to his room for the night.
The nightmares would come as they always did, but knowing that he was close to having his love in his arms once again made him feel lighter as he slid into his bed that night. He stretched and tucked his arms behind his back as he looked up at the redwood ceiling in his room and thoughts of her old lives played through his mind. The current reincarnation of his love was more like the original woman who had stolen his heart during the great war than any other that he had the honor to love before.
The original Elizabeth had been soft spoken and kind hearted just like the one who he was currently on his way to. She had been on the outskirts of every battle in those days; he thought that it was because she was weak back then, but found out later that it was because she was the most loving and kind hearted creature who did not want to witness anyone's suffering. He caught the young goddess healing people of every race with no bias or judgement. She even healed him shortly after her own leader has rendered him near death. Six of his seven hearts were run through with goddess spears and he was counting down the remaining seconds of his damned life when she appeared in a flash of golden light. She took his hand in her own and he could still remember the calming warmth that spread through his body at her touch. His injured hearts sealed closed immediately and the deep gashes and bruises on his body faded away. He didn't know why back then but he found himself drawn to her after that, seeking her out in every battle and keeping his own brethren away from her whenever they made a move to attack. Slowly she took note of him and helped to defend him when the other races attempted to take out the eldest son of the demon king and heir to his throne. Those battles turned into late night meetings that he would come to cherish. He could still remember her cheeks turning the same pink as the budding roses around them the first time he took her hand. The first time they kissed had been magical, but it was also the night that they were discovered. She was cursed to live a mortal existence over and over until the end of time, and he was cursed to never truly be able to die.
The early morning sunlight that streamed through the large window cast patchwork patterns across the blankets that covered her bed, Elizabeth was not on her bed however, she had not 7slept much that night in fact. Her mind had been racing so much that she found it hard to relax so instead she spent the long hours of solitude reading all the books that her eldest sister had gifted to her. Some were books on the young kings home of Camelot but many were filled with old stories of love and loss, of old heroes and whimsical kingdoms. She found herself getting lost in those stories and the time passed by without her noticing.
A soft knock on her door pulled her from the old Brittanian passage that she had found herself absorbed in. she looked up to see none other than her sister Veronica standing in the open doorway with a worried frown etched across her face. She leaned back in her chair as the older girl made her way over to stand next to her. It was quiet for a long time as her golden brown hazel eyes scanned over the page that the book was open to in front of Elizabeth.
"Are you really okay with going through with this?" Elizabeth gasped as the words left her sisters lips. Her eyes widened as the older girl squatted down beside her and took her hands in her own.
"Veronica?" she asked with a nervous shaky voice.
"Look Ellie, I know you better than anyone and I can see that you are scared and a little off put about marrying him. Margaret may be right about him being a nice guy but have you really thought about what you want?" her elder sisters hands shook as she spoke and she could feel her heart breaking for the violet haired girl. She knew that if she did not go through with the wedding then the job of connecting the two kingdoms would fall on Veronica.
The entire reason for the upcoming marriage was to combine their two armies to strengthen their forces for the forewarned Holy War that her father had predicted in one of his visions. He had it so long ago that the girls had almost forgotten about it all together. However, when he called them forward to tell them of his plans it became clear to the three of them that the war was drawing closer and closer by the day. She was the one who asked what she could do to help him so she couldn't allow her elder sister to take on her burden.
"I'm fine Veronica, really." She stated with a small smile as she gave her sisters hands a gentle squeeze.
"Oh Ellie," Veronica pulled her into a tight hug that she was more than thankful for; it allowed her to close her eyes against the stinging of her unshed tears.
"Excuse me ma'ams." The two princesses looked up to see one of their handmaidens standing in Elizabeth's doorway with one hand on the knob, ready to close it behind herself if either of them dismissed her. She was a lovely young woman with pale skin and long dark hair that hung down to her waist in flowing waves. Her bright blue eyes were looking at the space just below Elizabeth's chin as she spoke.
"Yes, what is it?" It was Veronica who spoke, moving to stand between the handmaiden and Elizabeth as she did so. The woman seemed shocked at her roughness for only a moment before lowering her head and folding her hands before her waist.
"I-I was sent to gather you for breakfast Mi'lady." She answered in a low soft voice.
"Alright then," Veronica turned to her and made a small hand motion to tell her to go first, "are you ready to go Ellie?"
"Yes." She squeaked before she lowered her head and moved past her older sister. She stopped beside the handmaiden and offered her a gentle smile, "thank you as well, erm…" she trailed off as she struggled to remember the name of their newest handmaiden. Her teeth found her bottom lip and she worried it between them as she did so.
"It's Guinevere ma'am." The woman offered her a kind smile as she spoke.
"Oh that's such a pretty name, Guinevere." Elizabeth returned her smile before continuing on her walk to the dining hall.
"You can't keep using these methods just to quicken the results that you seek!"
"The new generation is far superior than any of your classic Holy Knights, I think you are letting your fears of being left behind cloud your judgement."
"This is blasphemy! How can you possibly think that turning them into monsters is a good idea?" Elizabeth's heart pounded in her ears as she stood with her back pressed firmly against the wall and both of her hands clamped over her mouth to stop the gasp that had threatened to escape her. She knew that something had been off about the silver haired Grandmaster over the last few months, but from what she caught Of their conversation she understood that he was doing something to the apprentice Holy Knights that was against his morals as a Holy Knight Grandmaster.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she pressed herself even harder against the wall and strained her ears to listen to what they were saying. It was in vain however, for the two men had moved further down the hall causing their voices to become muffled echoes, too distorted for her to understand.
She had excused herself from breakfast early to get away from the worried looks that her sisters kept casting her way and and her dear fathers tired eyes. The stress of war preparations were causing him to become weak and his eyes to become distant as if he was looking out across a wasteland of the fallen already. She never planned on hearing the interaction between the two men but now that she had she couldn't get it out of her mind. If it was true that Hendrickson was using horrible means to make monsters out of Holy Knights of the realm then her father would have to know about it so he could stop the man before he did something that could ruin the kingdom.
She turned quickly, intent on rushing to her fathers side, instead she found herself slamming into a hard cloth covered chest. She let out a soft "oomph" as her face connected with the mans muscular chest and tilted her head upwards to see a stony look in his eyes. Hendrickson grasp her shoulders to steady her as his deep blue eyes locked onto her own. He gave her a gentle smile as she looked up at him in shock.
"Well hello princess, rushing to get ready for this evening?" He asked as he released her. She stumbled backwards before smoothing out her dress and looking down at his boot covered feet.
"Oh, um, y-yes I had something that I, I needed to talk to father about something before t-the ceremony." She stammered nervously as she attempted to still her quivering knees.
"Seems to me that you are getting a bit nervous about your upcoming nuptials." He chuckled as he lightly patted her head. She felt her stomach sink as the man touched her and took another step back from him. There was definitely something wrong with him, something that she could not put a name to but it scared her more than anything had before. Her eyes jumped between him and the hall beyond him as she struggled to think of something to say to stop this interaction and get her as far away from him as possible.
She stepped past him quick, deciding that silence was the best answer, and practically ran down the hallway towards the stairs that lead up to her fathers quarters. She did not look back to see if the man was following her, the fear of him stopping her once again did plenty to quicken her pace until all she could hear was her footsteps echoing loudly against the stone walls around her and the panting of her own breath.
The doors to the Kings chamber were opened wide by an attendant and he nodded his appreciation to them as he stepped inside. His cloak was removed and the doors were shut, sealing him off from the rest of the castle for a moment of much needed peace. He moved towards his long couch and let out a long sigh as he eased himself down onto it.
"You seem awfully comfortable for a man who is trying the patience of someone who he should know better than to do that to." The old king nearly leapt out of his skin as he heard the voice call out to him from a deep shadow across the room. It was the blonde hair that he saw first as the shorter man emerged from darkness and into the light. He recognized the man immediately as the captain of the rogue group that killed his kingdoms old Grandmaster of the Holy Knights. A momentary fear coursed through him as he pondered exactly why the man looked the same as when he first met him.
"Meliodas." He stated simply as he stood to greet the man. As king he would rather die facing his attacker head on rather than sit idly by and allow someone to kill him without a fight. The blonde held up one hand and motioned to the couch behind him causing him to raise an eyebrow in confusion at the situation. His confusion grew as the young looking man flashed him a smile and rested his hands in the pockets of his white calf length pants.
"Bartra I am not here to kill anyone, certainly not the father of my woman." He stated as his smile turned into more of a sneer. The king coughed into his hand before crossing his arms over his chest.
"Meliodas, you cannot come barging in here and making threats against the king of Lioness! She is my daughter not your woman." He exclaimed as he glared down at the other man.
"She was my woman before she was your daughter!" Meliodas shouted as his hand instinctively grasp ahold of the dragon hilt of his sword. He took a step closer to the man and met his glare with one of his own, "I trusted you sixteen years ago when I gave her to you, I fucking trusted you to take care of her for me." The king was forced backwards until he sat roughly on the couch as Meliodas moved forward and stood over him, "and what do you do with my trust Bartra? You fucking promise her to another man, what are you thinking?" He was shouting now, he could feel his blood racing and growing hotter and hotter in his veins as he spoke.
"I am only doing what is right for my country." Bartras voice was calm but his eyes were wide and locked onto the hand that still gripped the hilt of the blade on Meliodas' back. He had seen what this man could do with a wooden sword when he was just showing off, he had no intention to see what he could do with a real weapon when he was serious.
"What about what's right for your daughter?" Meliodas' eyebrows moved closer together as he spoke and he leaned in closer to the Kings face to emphasize his point, "did you ever even stop to think about what she wants? She doesn't even know that boy and you want her to trust him enough to go live in a kingdom that he rules without a fight. Why did you even decide to marry her off to him anyway?"
"My daughter knows what she must do for her kingdom. I do not have to explain myself to you." Bartra stated as he puffed his chest out in pride. Meliodas wouldn't dare hurt him if it meant turning Elizabeth against the small blonde, knowing this his confidence grew.
"I will have her Bartra. You owe me that much for letting you take her in the first place."
"That was preordained."
"BULLSHIT!" Meliodas let go of the swords Hilt to punch a hole in the couch nearby the kings head, "I let you have her because I thought that you would protect her! Now it seems to me that you are using her as more of a pawn than a daughter. That wasn't apart of our deal Bartra."
"Neither was you taking my daughter away whenever you felt like it. The deal was I give you a job in exchange for her. You are the one who broke that deal when you killed Zaratras." Bartra stood then, causing the small blonde to step backwards quickly rather than be hit by his larger body.
"From what I remember, he was already dead when we got there." The blondes arms crossed before his chest as he spoke.
"If that were true then why did you wait ten years to return?" The kings face hardened as he spoke and Meliodas felt his eyebrows raise at his words.
"Well, if you had a kingdoms worth of Knights after your head you would lay low to." He answered simply as he rested his fists on his hips.
"But Hendrickson and Dreyfus both saw you and your order fleeing out of the tower to escape, shortly before the death of Zaratras was discovered." The king stated as he glared down at the man pointedly. The look behind his bright green eyes was telling the king that he really was innocent of the crime as he claimed but that could not be true, not when two of his most trusted Holy Knights had sworn otherwise.
"Bartra I-" Meliodas' words were cut short as the king fell forward clutching his chest as a fit of coughing overcame him. He rushed to help the man stay up on his feet and slowly moved him across the room to lay him down on the bed that awaited him there. The blonde took a moment to straighten out the pillows behind the Kings back as the old man leaned forward in yet another coughing attack. He was angry at the man to be sure, but he couldn't allow the king to be injured while he was with him, he already had enough problems with the realms Knights over the misunderstanding that they had just been discussing and he did not want to add anything more to that.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked after the coughing fit left him and allowed him to take a deep breath. Meliodas smirked as he stepped back from the bed to study his work and tucked his hands into his pockets.
"Why wouldn't I help you, you were about to fall on your face there for a second." He shrugged and gave the king a faux surprised look at he spoke, "besides I haven't properly told you off for what you are doing to Elizabeth yet." The old man huffed as he spoke and turned his nose up slightly at the blonde who frowned at his reaction to his words.
"She has agreed to the union you know." The man sighed as he leaned back on the pillows and Meliodas let out a huff of annoyance.
"Only because she feels like she has no choice." He retorted, causing the Kings eyebrows to shoot up in both surprise and curiosity.
"What, how do you know how she-"
"Father!" Both men turned to see the very person they had been talking about stumble through the door as an attendant tried to stop her. She tripped over a fold in the carpet that was laid across the floor and began to tip forward. Meliodas rushed forward and reached out his hands before him to steady her. They found her breast but she was already mid fall and he found not only his palms and fingers, but his face pressed into her warm mounds as well.
"Careful!" His muffled voice echoed through the room as her face grew a bright shade of red.
"That's enough!" Bartra exclaimed as he threw up a hand to motion for the small blonde to cease what he was doing. Meliodas felt her shift and move away from him and opened his eyes to see her adjusting her dress nervously, "you should be in your chambers getting ready for the wedding my dear." The king smiled as he spoke to his daughter who shifted from foot to foot as she looked down at the ground before her.
"I uh, I needed to speak with you father." She mumbled as she looked from the floor to her fingers which she was nervously twiddling together as she spoke, "its about the new-"
"Elizabeth you have to be ready for the wedding, you are the bride to be." Her father interrupted her quickly.
"Why don't you stop interrupting your daughter when she clearly has something to tell you that's upsetting her." Meliodas stepped between the two of them as he spoke, lifting one arm up as if to block her from her father as he did so.
"Mr. Tavern owner please, it's alright." Elizabeth placed a hand on his shoulder as she softly spoke the words and he turned his head to glance at her with worry filled eyes. Something was wrong, he could sense it. The smell of fear wafting off of her was nearly suffocating at the distance he stood from her and it made his hair stand on end. What could be scaring her so much that he could feel her fingers shaking against his shoulder? He could feel his muscles tense at the thought and wanted nothing more than to grab her and run as far away as he needed to in order to escape her fear.
"You need to leave. What my daughter has to tell me has nothing to do with you." Bartra's voice was steadier, more confident than it had been before she came into the room, and he knew why. The king knew that Meliodas would never think of releasing his firm hold on his anger while he was in the presence of his youngest child, he always seemed to be on his best behavior when he was in her presence even back when she was just a small child.
"This isn't over." The growling voice of the blondes let him know that his assumption was correct. He was angry but was holding back from expressing that anger for the sake of the princess. The two of them watched silently as the blonde whipped around to face the door and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Um," she began as she reached towards him before lowering her head and clasping her hands together.
"Don't worry, it isn't over remember." Meliodas' voice was much kinder when he spoke to her. He flashed her a smile before leaving the room without another word.
He punched down another tree as he wandered around the forest nearby the Boar Hat. He let out a frustration fueled scream as his head tilted upwards towards the darkening sky. What was wrong with Bartra, why was he acting the way he had in his room? He had never acted like that before. The Bartra that he knew would have sat quietly and listened to his daughters concerns willingly before making a calm decision about how to end her suffering. There was something very wrong going on in the castle and he was worried that whatever it was was putting Elizabeth in terrible danger. He had to get her out of there so that he could watch over her, the only way to make sure she was safe was to keep her by his side.
"We don't really need any firewood." Hawk stated as he watched another tree become pummeled into twigs and splinters. The short blonde that was squatted over it turned to glare at the pig who squealed and jumped off of the large stone he had been laying on to hide behind it from the anger filled green eyes of his companion.
"What the hell does he think he's doing!" Meliodas screamed into the air after punching the pile of debris that was once a tree a final time. He stood after taking a moment to get his breathing under control and turned to look up at the capital. He clenched his fists and stuffed them in his pockets as the anger on his face melted into the same blank expression that he had trained himself for far too long to bear.
"Who has you so angry?" He had to give the pig credit, he sounded genuinely concerned.
"The king." He sighed as he pulled a piece of twig from his vest and stuck it in between his lips,"Bartra."
"What do you mean?" Hawk had managed to clamber back into his boulder and now sat there as he watched his companion squint his eyes while looking towards the capital.
"It's nothing that you need to worry about, by tonight everything will be alright." Meliodas tilted his head to look at the pig as he spoke and gave him a small smirk that caused the twig piece to tilt upwards at the corner of his lips. The look on the pigs face transformed from one of worry to one of annoyance as his companions cockier side began to show through. He flopped down on his belly and allowed the stone to cool his skin as he rolled his eyes at the blonde.
"How can you be so sure about that huh?" He asked as he rested his chin on his crossed front legs.
"I just know, it's a feeling that I am very familiar with." Meliodas answered as he thought over all the times that she had finally decided to be by his side, every time he had the same warm feeling wash over him, like slipping into a bath after a long day. He smiled as he thought of this and turned to look back at the capital where she was surely awaiting him.
"You're ego is larger than Mamma." Hawk grumbled causing the blonde to chuckle. Of course the pig wouldn't understand what he was talking about, but at least he wasn't fighting her joining them anymore.
"I'll be there soon, I promise." He stated softly. His mind immediately went to the wedding and his smirk turned Into a smile, what better time to steal a girl away than that? At least with this plan he could make sure that her father understood who she truly wanted to be with, especially when she said it on her own.
Chapter 3; End
