Hey guys, I took a break from this story, but I'm goning to try and keep updating. A remender that this story is a collab. Therefore, both authors have to be present. Just to let you know this is a special chapter for the different time setting. Anyway, I'd really apreaceate any reviews and check out my new collab ( my first fanfic rated M!)
She heard someone running down the halls, feet pounding at an uneven rythm on the stone floor. The sound ofpanting and gasping grew louder and louder as she heard several people appoaching. The first person stopped, and the others followed suit. their shouts echoed off the walls, but their voices were too muffled to make out the words.
Causously, she tiptoes around the courner, nearing the source of the commotion. At the end of the hall, a group of guards was crowded around a man who was, quite loudly protesting as they attempted to seize him. Observing all of this was her prince, dressed in a ebony robe. His long,dark mane fell past his shoulders, blending in with the silky fabric to mimic a waterfall cascading down to the floor. When the prince spoke, the guards parted in the center revealed a man dressed in a large ruffled shirt and matching pants. His silver hair was greasy and untamed, it oblivously had not been washed in weeks, prehaps longer.
"So this is the soundrel that has been sneaking around the castle at night," the prince murmured. Said scoudrel took no notice of the prince's condescersion, gazing back with steely, unimpressed eyes.
"I've done nothing wrong," he retorted.
"Is that so?" He questioned dryly. "You and your accomplices are trators, all of you. The lot of you will spend the rest of your days rotting away in the dungeons. I'll see to it personally."
"Excuse me," She said suddenly, stepping out from her place of hideing. The men froze spinning around to face her.
"I don't believe this man has done anything wrong," she declared forcing herself not to flinch away from the prince's gaze.
"But, my love, this man had been-"he began to protest, breaking off when the princess raised her head.
"Sneaking around the castle. Yes, I heard. Now let him go."
The prince pursed his lips, but instead of objecting, he nodded solemly, waving for the guards to do as she commanded. " As you wish princess.
The new free prisonner smirked confidently, though confusion glinted in his eye. "Thank you, princess. It's reasuring to know that there is at least some justice in the castle."
The princess turned and walked away, confident that she'd just saved a man from wrongful prosecution.
Shighing, the prince walked up to the man, hissing in his ear, a final warning. "You haven't won just yet."
So I'm working on the next update. If things go as planned there should be another update next tuesday. As well as other updates soon. Please help keep me going by reviewing my stories. Hope you liked it! Next is back to normal time.