Author's Notes: I told you the next chapter was ready. Thanks for the reviews and emails.
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When Midnight Comes - Chapter 2 By: Hell's Huntress (R)
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" Where do you think she lives at, " Isabelle asked Darien while watching him pace around the library. His anxious footsteps echoed against the towering walls and the curved ceiling. The windows were wide open, allowing sunlight to pour in.
" I don't know. You know.....I never did get to ask her where she lives at. For hell's sake, I didn't even know that women could fight so well, " he frowned.
Isabelle laughed while carrying her child in her arms. " You underestimated us, sir. Please take no offense. "
" None taken. Perhaps I did anyway, but she shouldn't even tried to challenge me. "
" Why? Because you knew you'de look bad, " she smirked.
" Being my cousin doesn't give you the right to mock me, " his replied while keeping a cold eye on her, despite the fact that he was still pacing around.
" And being king doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do. Whoever that girl was I certainly agree with what she did. I admire her for being brave enough to stand up to you. Do you even know her name? "
This made him freeze in his tracks. He then turned to face her and stared at her blankly as if searching her face for the answer. " You know what, " he began. " I forgot what her name is. "
Isabelle sighed. " You don't know where she lives, you don't know her name, you didn't even know women can be such skilled fighters.....good god how did you end up being a king if you don't know anything? "
" Shut up. "
" Make me, " she rolled her eyes while tending to the young toddler in her arms.
Leaning against one of the chairs, he stared outside the window before fixing his gaze on a grandfather clock standing between two book shelves. " I do know that she will return by midnight. "
Isabelle cocked a brow at him. " Midnight? "
" Yes, that's what I said. She told me she'd come back to face me when midnight comes.....then she- "
" Junped out a window? "
Darien instantly looked at Isabelle. " Yes.....how did you know that, " he narrowed his eyes.
" Good lord, you really don't know anything, do you? "
" What do you mean? "
" The Midnight Prowler....that's what she calls herself. She roams around by midnight either fighting for the fun of it or stealing other people's belongings. "
" And how do you know this, " Darien questioned upon hearing the familiar name.
" How can't I know this? Practically everyone in this land knows about her. No one knows who she really is though, but people suspect it's that girl from across White River. The farmer's daughter. She's always gone at night, always a skilled fighter, and she always seems to suddenly have new belongings. How come you don't know about her? "
Darien knitted his brows together. Pulling a chair out, he quickly sat down and leaned over. " Wait a minute.....when did this girl come up out of nowhere anyway? Before I was a king I've never heard of her."
" I suppose it's because you're always so protected and confined. "
" Confined? What makes you think I'm confined? "
" You're pampered, you're well guarded, you're never really allowed to leave this castle's walls without heavy protection, and you're always restrained from leaving when you want to leave. You're a king for heaven's sake. Everyone is taking care of you too much.....you're too well guarded so it's almost impossible for you to hear about things outside of your own walls because you're always inside them. "
" So you think I can't find out about things outside my land? Isabelle, that's what a king is for. He's suppose to find out about information regarding his whole land and take action. I've been doing that ever since father let me take over his rule. "
" Yes, you're suppose to oversee big things such as wars and murder....but never really little things. Neighborhood fights, stealing from other people..... a lot of those happen but you never hear about them because they don't take an army of soldiers to solve them. They're smalle things....things a king shouldn't worry himself about. Everyone expects you to solve their large problems for them because you're in charge of the whole land and not small gatherings. Do you see what I mean? "
Darien frowned at her for a bit but didn't say anything.
" Look, why don't I just pay you a visit every few times a week and fill you in with all the latest news about who's hitting who and things like that. Maybe even about the Midnight Prowler. "
" You'd do that, " he raised his brows in disbelief.
" Yes, I would. Besides, I also want to be included in this whole thing....learn more about the woman my dearest cousin has an eye on, " she grinned.
" Woman?! Bloody hell what has gotten into your mind? What woman are you talking about? "
" Don't be blind. You wouldn't be asking me about the Midnight Prowler if she didn't intrigue you. "
" I have better things to take of other than thinking of a woman. She intrigues me because of her skills, but not in that way..... "
" Go on, keep speaking. I know you better than you know yourself anyway. Now, about the farmer's daughter. Do you know Edwards? "
" John Edwards? Of course. He's the one who raises all the food the people in this whole place needs. "
" So he's basically he's your personal farmer? "
" You could say that, " he replied while trying to forget about what she told him.
" So you know he has a daughter? "
" No. "
Isabelle raised her brows at him but made no comment. " Then what do you know about him? "
" He lives across White River with three children and a wife....... " his sentence trailed off for a moment before the realization actually hit him. " You're not saying that his daughter is...... "
" Could be. She's the one everyone else suspects. Serena is her name. "
" Serena.....yes I remember. That's the name she gave me.
" Then just take me to his house and I'll help you figure out as much as you can. It's about time I had some nephews anyway. "
" Bloody hell! "
A small laugh escaped her throat. " We leave right now. Take me to where he lives and let's pay his daughter a small visit..... "
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Author's Notes: I just wanted to clear the whole thing out first. That's why I focused this chapter on their conversation. The next chapters will contain material in which the rating "R" will really come in, seeing that he'll be meeting Serena. Once again, thank you.
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When Midnight Comes - Chapter 2 By: Hell's Huntress (R)
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" Where do you think she lives at, " Isabelle asked Darien while watching him pace around the library. His anxious footsteps echoed against the towering walls and the curved ceiling. The windows were wide open, allowing sunlight to pour in.
" I don't know. You know.....I never did get to ask her where she lives at. For hell's sake, I didn't even know that women could fight so well, " he frowned.
Isabelle laughed while carrying her child in her arms. " You underestimated us, sir. Please take no offense. "
" None taken. Perhaps I did anyway, but she shouldn't even tried to challenge me. "
" Why? Because you knew you'de look bad, " she smirked.
" Being my cousin doesn't give you the right to mock me, " his replied while keeping a cold eye on her, despite the fact that he was still pacing around.
" And being king doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do. Whoever that girl was I certainly agree with what she did. I admire her for being brave enough to stand up to you. Do you even know her name? "
This made him freeze in his tracks. He then turned to face her and stared at her blankly as if searching her face for the answer. " You know what, " he began. " I forgot what her name is. "
Isabelle sighed. " You don't know where she lives, you don't know her name, you didn't even know women can be such skilled fighters.....good god how did you end up being a king if you don't know anything? "
" Shut up. "
" Make me, " she rolled her eyes while tending to the young toddler in her arms.
Leaning against one of the chairs, he stared outside the window before fixing his gaze on a grandfather clock standing between two book shelves. " I do know that she will return by midnight. "
Isabelle cocked a brow at him. " Midnight? "
" Yes, that's what I said. She told me she'd come back to face me when midnight comes.....then she- "
" Junped out a window? "
Darien instantly looked at Isabelle. " Yes.....how did you know that, " he narrowed his eyes.
" Good lord, you really don't know anything, do you? "
" What do you mean? "
" The Midnight Prowler....that's what she calls herself. She roams around by midnight either fighting for the fun of it or stealing other people's belongings. "
" And how do you know this, " Darien questioned upon hearing the familiar name.
" How can't I know this? Practically everyone in this land knows about her. No one knows who she really is though, but people suspect it's that girl from across White River. The farmer's daughter. She's always gone at night, always a skilled fighter, and she always seems to suddenly have new belongings. How come you don't know about her? "
Darien knitted his brows together. Pulling a chair out, he quickly sat down and leaned over. " Wait a minute.....when did this girl come up out of nowhere anyway? Before I was a king I've never heard of her."
" I suppose it's because you're always so protected and confined. "
" Confined? What makes you think I'm confined? "
" You're pampered, you're well guarded, you're never really allowed to leave this castle's walls without heavy protection, and you're always restrained from leaving when you want to leave. You're a king for heaven's sake. Everyone is taking care of you too much.....you're too well guarded so it's almost impossible for you to hear about things outside of your own walls because you're always inside them. "
" So you think I can't find out about things outside my land? Isabelle, that's what a king is for. He's suppose to find out about information regarding his whole land and take action. I've been doing that ever since father let me take over his rule. "
" Yes, you're suppose to oversee big things such as wars and murder....but never really little things. Neighborhood fights, stealing from other people..... a lot of those happen but you never hear about them because they don't take an army of soldiers to solve them. They're smalle things....things a king shouldn't worry himself about. Everyone expects you to solve their large problems for them because you're in charge of the whole land and not small gatherings. Do you see what I mean? "
Darien frowned at her for a bit but didn't say anything.
" Look, why don't I just pay you a visit every few times a week and fill you in with all the latest news about who's hitting who and things like that. Maybe even about the Midnight Prowler. "
" You'd do that, " he raised his brows in disbelief.
" Yes, I would. Besides, I also want to be included in this whole thing....learn more about the woman my dearest cousin has an eye on, " she grinned.
" Woman?! Bloody hell what has gotten into your mind? What woman are you talking about? "
" Don't be blind. You wouldn't be asking me about the Midnight Prowler if she didn't intrigue you. "
" I have better things to take of other than thinking of a woman. She intrigues me because of her skills, but not in that way..... "
" Go on, keep speaking. I know you better than you know yourself anyway. Now, about the farmer's daughter. Do you know Edwards? "
" John Edwards? Of course. He's the one who raises all the food the people in this whole place needs. "
" So he's basically he's your personal farmer? "
" You could say that, " he replied while trying to forget about what she told him.
" So you know he has a daughter? "
" No. "
Isabelle raised her brows at him but made no comment. " Then what do you know about him? "
" He lives across White River with three children and a wife....... " his sentence trailed off for a moment before the realization actually hit him. " You're not saying that his daughter is...... "
" Could be. She's the one everyone else suspects. Serena is her name. "
" Serena.....yes I remember. That's the name she gave me.
" Then just take me to his house and I'll help you figure out as much as you can. It's about time I had some nephews anyway. "
" Bloody hell! "
A small laugh escaped her throat. " We leave right now. Take me to where he lives and let's pay his daughter a small visit..... "
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Author's Notes: I just wanted to clear the whole thing out first. That's why I focused this chapter on their conversation. The next chapters will contain material in which the rating "R" will really come in, seeing that he'll be meeting Serena. Once again, thank you.