(a/n Aren't I mean? *here's shouts of 'yes!' Bows* Thank you, thank you.)
Do You Love Me
Nobody There
The next day the whisper spread around the castle like wild fire. "The princess is missing."

"The princess has been kidnapped."

"The princess has run off."

Within the hour the story had been twisted into so many different stories it was hard to tell which one could be real.
The prince, naturally, was distraught. His mood didn't improve when he found out that he couldn't go after her. It was too risky for a prince what if he were to get taken too? Roald wouldn't stand for it. He had to get to her. He had to get to her before she was over the border. Easier said than done. The kidnappers had been travelling through the night. They had a good head start. Things were looking very grim for the rescue mission.

Eventually the King gave in. He gave the word for Roald to do, with the royal guards and the head of the Kings Own. Sir Raoul of Malories Peak. Along with his regiment and one commanded by Neal's cousin sergeant Domitan of Masbolle they had quite a force and set off.

Meanwhile Near the fort Giantkiller.

"Now aren't we a pretty thing?" Kel's kidnapper said. Seeing her clearly for the first time, since it had been dark.

Kel spat in his face. He slapped her. "You should pay me respect princess I'm in charge." He snarled, "Your titles don't mean anything to me. Your just another wench here."

"I noticed." Kel whispered, voice hoarse. They hadn't fed her or given her anything to drink all night.

"It will bring her down." One of the men had said. Kel had cursed her self for being so stupid all through the night. As much as she hated to admit it she was scared. Her kidnappers had, had a very good start. Nobody had known she was missing in the night. Now they knew they had gather an army and that would take time. She didn't think they would make it too her before they'd crossed the Vassa and into Scanra, if that happened the Tortallans wouldn't be able to follow. They'd have to give her up. Or surrender to King Maggot's commands, which she wouldn't let them do.

Think Keladry she ordered herself, as she was hauled onto a horse with roped hands. Her dress caught on something and ripped. That's it! She thought if I can leave pieces of my dress on the brambles and such they can follow my trail! She pulled until it left a wad of material on the branch.

"Gallop!" A kidnapper ordered the horse. Peachblossom had been tied to a tree and left behind because he'd tried to bite the kidnapper. Kel thought it was a stupid thing to do, because that would mark the trail, but they obviously weren't bothered about making sure they didn't leave a track. They were worried about speed.
That night.

They had stopped and actually allowed Kel to eat something. Even if her hands were tied and she could barley lift them from exhaustion she still got fed.

As soon as she had finished she'd slumped down on the floor and fallen into an uneasy sleep.

She was dreaming. She was fighting to move, to scream as Roald and the Kings Own stumbled into a trap set by the kidnappers, sharpened stakes at the bottom. She tossed and turned it leading into another dream. Roald was standing in front of her.

"Wait for me Kel." He whispered.

"I can't. They won't let me." She didn't understand what she was saying.

"I'll come for you." His voice sounded so real, right in front of her. But when she opened there was nobody there.
(a/n Poor Kel. Would you like a plot cookie? Okay.starting a mailing list. If you would like me to inform you when I next update, give me you're email.)