Just fixed the grammar mistakes. I promise I will write the 8th chapter soon. I have so many other stories but I'm not giving up on this or them. Please review.
His Rival. A visiting British Prince. The heir to the throne. And now he was trying to get in Kim's pants. She resisted him, but Jack couldn't help, otherwise the Brit would use them as leverage to get her to do him. His name was Truman and he was such an asshole. For three nights they stayed at Acre, waiting for the fleet to arrive. He had tried to court her, trying to get her to marry her. Of course, Kim hated his guts, but the Jarl of Acre, Jarl Skald the Elder, didn't want a war with England, so she was forced to entertain him.
Jack was taking a break, when he saw Truman try to flirt with Kim. Kim of course refused to go near him and she walked away as usual. He was behind a locked door, trying to eat some sushi he had prepared, but then he heard a slam, and a knocking of a shelf, blocking the door.
Truman roughly grabbed Kim and started to slobber her neck with messy kisses. Kim screamed. He then started to slap her over and over, and she cried, still defiant. Truman hated, not used to women refusing him. He then socked her in her stomach, making her winded. Her pink dress was stained with her blood, as he cut her with a dagger, trying to cut at her dress.
"Now, now Kim, let me take your maidenhood, and the Kingdom of Heaven will be mine! Let me make you scream! And your bodyguard won't help you!" and he started to strip her, the thirty-eight year old creep trying to get to her bra. She then kicked him in the shins, but the older man just slapped her across the cheek. She cried out in pain as he ripped her lower leggings off and he started to undo the buckle of his belt.
"You probably shouldn't have done that." a loud voice said right behind him. Truman saw Jack standing there, spinning a chain and a ball. Truman growled before pushing Kim away, and pulled out a golden sword.
"So you think you can take me? Ha! You are just a boy!" he then whistled and four English Knights, the famed Knights of the Round Table, surrounded Jack. He smiled a goofy one, and started to spin the ball and chain.
"Get him!" and he went back to ravaging Kim. But Kim was managing to keep his inner part out of her inner part by resisting.
Jack smirked and spun the chain. He then let it fly and it wrapped around the lead Knight's leg, and he fell with a crash. He let go of the chain and pulled out his katana, and dodged strike to his left knee. Jack flipped and smashed the hilt of the blade in his visor, crushing his eye. He screamed in pain and Jack then stabbed him the stomach, the blade feeling like ice as the knight breathed his last. Jack then saw Truman, and he roared. Drawing four throwing knives, he threw them, ignoring the fact that three knights still remained. The throwing knives pierced Truman's throat, back, and legs. He fell down with a thud, and Kim fled the scene.
Jack then turned his attention back to the knights. He flipped into the air and spun to the right, his blade a blur. The sword sliced the armoured gauntlet of the knight and he yelped in pain, before his hand was cut off. He then screamed to the heavens, before the blade entered his throat. Jack then twisted to the side to avoid another stab, and kicked upwards, the armoured boot smashing the knight in the throat. He then roundhouse kick the knight in the face, and activated the boot knife. A five inch knife extended from his boot and he dodged the downed knight's grasp, before ending his life with a kick to the face, the knife slicing the knight's face.
The last knight circled cautiously, his shield and sword coloured a dark black. He was confident in victory because Jack was tired. He was wrong, so very wrong.
"Well boy, your lucky streak ends today. After I'm done killing you, that princess will do quite nicely." the knight smirked, and raised his blade. Jack emitted a deep throated growl, his face etched in a permanent scowl. He then jerked the blade from the fallen knight, and was about to charge when half-a dozen Acre soldiers busted into the room. The lone British Knight was soon attacked on six sides, and fell. Kim walked in the room, slowly. Jack ran towards her and she sobbed, but held her face up high.
"Jack, thanks." she said, her face puffed up.
"No, I don't deserve it. I mean, you are all cut up, and bruised. I should have stayed by you all the time." Jack said, trying to apologize the Jack way.
"Well, there is one thing you can do." she said, tippy toeing to his ears.
"And what is that?" he asked, smirking. The Acre soldiers looked at them in earnest, and wondered if they should report them.
"You can kiss me." she rolled.
"Really now?"
"Fine, don't do it." she huffed and turned away, only for Jack to spin her around, and smash his lips against hers.
"How much money you want to bet the king takes his head?" the soldier nearest them said.
"I say, ten florins." betted the richest said.
"You're on." said the skinny one.
As the young couple pulled away from each other, the soldiers looked in discomfort, when a messenger burst into the room.
"My Lady! A message from Jerusalem. It's from your father's steward." the messenger said, panting. He then handed her a piece of paper.
"Hmmm." Kim said as she read it.
Kim,
If you get this, this means I have died. I am so sorry. I wrote this the day before you departed. The day you met the ninja boy. I saw it in your heart that you loved him, even though you just met him. In my will, I am giving you the lands of Ibelin, to the north. It's a peaceful place, and it is quite nice. I cannot give you the entire Kingdom. For during the weeks you were traveling, I met a young man. Around twenty or so, and he looked just like your mother. I asked him who his father was and what he did. He was a blacksmith. He is your brother.
I know you were expecting to inherit the crown, but by rights your brother comes first. He is the leader of a small band of mercenaries. He was made to lead. I know this is a lot to take in. But remember, I love you. I know your brother does too, even if he never met you. After the war, meet up with him and talk. That's all I ask.
Love Dad.
Kim was devastated. Her father, the legendary King of the Kingdom of Heaven was dead. Killed by the Pope. She already knew it, but she couldn't believe it. She had a brother? She really didn't care if she didn't get the Kingdom, but she was elated to find out she would become the Jarl of Iblien, or Lord in the European sense. But her father was still dead. A stream of tears started, and she gave in. She quietly sobbed against Jack's chest and he consoled her.
"It may not be alright at first, but remember. We are all still here. Me, the soldiers if they can be called that, your friends, and of course, Fluffy." referencing to the wagon." Point is we will help you get through this."
"My father Jack. My father. My only remaining family gone!" she cried.
"Don't forget your brother."
"I know. It's just a lot to take in right now. I need you right now. Please don't go." she begged.
"Of course. Why would I abandon the one I love?"
"You... You love me?" she asked, fearing that he didn't.
"Of course. You are extraordinary. You're strong, you're smart, and you're funny. I hope to marry you one day. And when I said I asked your father to marry you, I was serious. And he gave his consent. After you said yes of course."
"Wow..." and that's all she said before she pushed Jack to the ground and she kissed him, leading to a long night of awkwardness, because they forgot that the soldiers were still staring.
Eddie was alone. He hated it. Everyone was so happy. Milton with Julie, Jerry with Grace, Jack with Kim. He was happy for them, but being the only single guy in the group made him kinda sad.
"No one will ever love me." he grumbled to himself, and then he heard a loud grunt. He looked up, not expecting to see a beautiful Indian woman, fresh off the boat from Punjab, trying to get directions.
"Hi. My name is Misha and I'm wondering if you can show me where the castle is?" she asked, blushing slightly as the large Libyan slowly stood up. Eddie had lost a lot of weight, and he was stronger and more toned too.
"Yeah. The castle is that way, up the stairs and then it's not hard to miss the largest structure in the district," he said, distracted.
"Thanks. And are you okay? You seem a bit, distracted." she said, wondering why she had feelings for a soldier she just met. By the gods, she was the Crown Princess of the Punjab Kingdom. Ok Princess in Exile, but still!
"Yeah, just a lot on my mind." he said.
Misha blushed slightly then sighed.
"Want to walk me to the castle?" she asked, hoping he said yes.
"Yeah."
Misha and Eddie walked towards the castle, a lot on both of their minds right now.
