Chapter 10
It took a while for both Alanna and Faith to climb up to the Prince's window. It took Faith a lot shorter time, since Alanna was more built then flexible. When they finally reached the window Alanna saw Faith perched on the sill. She was outlined by the dim light of the Prince's room, a small figure crouched down, ears giving it the outline of a cat. The gleam of anticipation was in Faith's eye's making them almost glow.
"Wait a moment." Faith said softly by Alanna's head. "I've got to open the window."
Alanna heard some soft muttering then a click as the window swung open. Looking in she saw they were in the breakfast room for the Prince to eat in. From George's blueprints there would be a door connecting from this room into the study on the left. From there, there would be a door on the opposite room. That was where the Prince's room was. There would also be the door to the hall. That would be Faith's path.
"Let's go." Alanna said grimly. Faith jumped into the window, the only sound was her feet making a soft shushing sound on the floor. Alanna stepped in softly.
"Okay. From this point on any mistake means our heads. Be careful." Faith said as the stood in the shadow of the room. Alanna let out a soft sigh and nodded. This was it.
Alanna stepped into the study, Faith behind her. They nodded to each other and went their separate ways. Alanna to the Prince's bedroom, Faith to the hallway. Alanna stopped when she reached the door. Taking one last look at the black figure crouching down and slinking down the hallway, a shadow to all other eyes.
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Alanna stepped into the Princes room; she ripped the covers off the Prince. He was sleeping in a loincloth alone.
"Get up." She said gruffly. " We have to chat."
She grabbed the Prince roughly by the arm and threw him to his chest of drawers. She still had the advantage; he was disoriented from sleep. But not for long.
"Get a shirt on." She snapped.
"Who the hell are you? How'd you get in here?" He said groggily. He was pulling a shirt on.
Alanna grinned. "I've got friends in low places. You really should learn to trust your servants. Jon."
Jonathan stiffened. Where had he heard that voice before?
"Go!" She said coldly. She pressed a knife to his back. "Walk towards the study."
He complied, what else could he do? He could try to run, but that knife was only too real. He thought of the hand to hand combat he knew, it wasn't much, but he could only hope.
Alanna felt his muscles stiffen, before he sprang. She was ready for this. She curled a whip out with the other hand, wrapping it around his feet. He fell hard. She pounced on him.
"Don't try that again."
"What do you want? Money? My blood?"
"You." Was the only reply, though it seemed softened. They walked towards the window in the bedroom. Jon looked down.
"You don't seriously expect me to go down there! That way!" He almost yelled.
"No I know you will. Go now. I have a friend waiting for me down there so don't even think of running."
As Jon was turning to go out the window he caught his captor of their guard. He snatched the knife and pressed them over the sill slightly so that their head was dangling. They were wearing a black outfit and a plain black mask. He reached up and tried to pull it up to reveal the face. He got as far as the mouth, which looked somewhat female, when it was pressed firmly upon his own. He found himself kissing back.
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A/N Sorry it was so short! OoOoO! There's only going to be like maybe 3 more chapters after this one, maybe less. What do you think? The next one is going to be what's going on for Faith. I hope you're all enjoying this. I'm loving to write it!
Akaara
It took a while for both Alanna and Faith to climb up to the Prince's window. It took Faith a lot shorter time, since Alanna was more built then flexible. When they finally reached the window Alanna saw Faith perched on the sill. She was outlined by the dim light of the Prince's room, a small figure crouched down, ears giving it the outline of a cat. The gleam of anticipation was in Faith's eye's making them almost glow.
"Wait a moment." Faith said softly by Alanna's head. "I've got to open the window."
Alanna heard some soft muttering then a click as the window swung open. Looking in she saw they were in the breakfast room for the Prince to eat in. From George's blueprints there would be a door connecting from this room into the study on the left. From there, there would be a door on the opposite room. That was where the Prince's room was. There would also be the door to the hall. That would be Faith's path.
"Let's go." Alanna said grimly. Faith jumped into the window, the only sound was her feet making a soft shushing sound on the floor. Alanna stepped in softly.
"Okay. From this point on any mistake means our heads. Be careful." Faith said as the stood in the shadow of the room. Alanna let out a soft sigh and nodded. This was it.
Alanna stepped into the study, Faith behind her. They nodded to each other and went their separate ways. Alanna to the Prince's bedroom, Faith to the hallway. Alanna stopped when she reached the door. Taking one last look at the black figure crouching down and slinking down the hallway, a shadow to all other eyes.
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Alanna stepped into the Princes room; she ripped the covers off the Prince. He was sleeping in a loincloth alone.
"Get up." She said gruffly. " We have to chat."
She grabbed the Prince roughly by the arm and threw him to his chest of drawers. She still had the advantage; he was disoriented from sleep. But not for long.
"Get a shirt on." She snapped.
"Who the hell are you? How'd you get in here?" He said groggily. He was pulling a shirt on.
Alanna grinned. "I've got friends in low places. You really should learn to trust your servants. Jon."
Jonathan stiffened. Where had he heard that voice before?
"Go!" She said coldly. She pressed a knife to his back. "Walk towards the study."
He complied, what else could he do? He could try to run, but that knife was only too real. He thought of the hand to hand combat he knew, it wasn't much, but he could only hope.
Alanna felt his muscles stiffen, before he sprang. She was ready for this. She curled a whip out with the other hand, wrapping it around his feet. He fell hard. She pounced on him.
"Don't try that again."
"What do you want? Money? My blood?"
"You." Was the only reply, though it seemed softened. They walked towards the window in the bedroom. Jon looked down.
"You don't seriously expect me to go down there! That way!" He almost yelled.
"No I know you will. Go now. I have a friend waiting for me down there so don't even think of running."
As Jon was turning to go out the window he caught his captor of their guard. He snatched the knife and pressed them over the sill slightly so that their head was dangling. They were wearing a black outfit and a plain black mask. He reached up and tried to pull it up to reveal the face. He got as far as the mouth, which looked somewhat female, when it was pressed firmly upon his own. He found himself kissing back.
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A/N Sorry it was so short! OoOoO! There's only going to be like maybe 3 more chapters after this one, maybe less. What do you think? The next one is going to be what's going on for Faith. I hope you're all enjoying this. I'm loving to write it!
Akaara