Chap.2
They walked into the hallway and stopped by the throne room door. They
listened for their names to be called.
"King Aragorn and Princess Eranlanstha." The doors opened.
Erin gasped. The whole kingdom was there. She smiled as she walked up the
row between, what it seemed like, millions of people. She sat down into
her chair at the right side of Stri's, and handed him her tiara. He would
be giving her a new one later. The herald cleared his throat and
announced, (rather loudly)
"On the morn of her majesty's 16th birthday she will be crowned princess
and might even choose a suitor."
She glared at Stri. Then whispered icily through her teeth,
"Stri?"
"Sorry, but it's for the good of the kingdom."
She glared at him for a moment, then after rolling around some options in
her head, she decided to make the best of the situation. After all she
didn't want to make a scene. She sat patiently in her chair until Stri was
about to crown her.
~2 hours of sitting have gone by~
As soon as the crown touched her head the doors came open with a crash.
Everyone gasped and turned toward the intruders. Five red riders were
standing where the doors had just been. Erin glared at them passively, but
then gave them an amused glance. They had saved her from picking a suitor.
The leader of the group walked forward.
"Hail, King Aragorn." He said mockingly.
"We have come to take the princess at our masters bidding. He heard the
princess was getting to an age to be betrothed and he wanted us to take her
with or without a struggle."
Erin stood up.
"Well, I guess you'll want me to come calmly and rationally then?" She
questioned sweetly. Stri looked taken aback. She squeezed his hand
reassuringly. The man smirked; he knew what was coming next.
"Yes, that was the main idea."
"Oh. okay then."
"I knew you would see it useless to fight your highness."
She sighed again. She had hoped that her birthday would be calm. Wait,
what? A calm birthday? Are you kidding me? She smiled deviously and put
pressure on one of her bracelets. Out popped a small dagger with a thin
rope tied to the end of it. Expertly she threw it at one of the red
riders. Catching the man unawares, it sliced up the front of his throat
with a sickening noise. The man screamed and gurgled up blood. She
whipped the dagger back and whipped it on her skirt. She watched the man
rolling on the ground, blood spurting out of his jugular vein. She rolled
her eyes in disgust. Her body guard Legolas stepped up and bowed down the
remaining two.
Erin glared down at the man. With a raised eyebrow she asked him,
"What is your name, man?"
He glared right back up at her and responded icily,
"Amadar your majesty. Are you still coming?"
She looked disgusted at him.
"No" she said looking like he had asked her the stupidest question.
"And you can tell your master that I'll never come." She said defiantly.
"So go. NOW!"
He sneered and turned out of the room.
"I really don't like Clomon's." She said as she turned to Stri. He was
paler.
"I was had feared this would happen." He whispered.
"The king of the red riders will take you at any cost. Go get changed into
a simple tunic and get packed. I'll be there in 45 min."
Then he turned and left, leaving her alone in a room full of buzzing
people.