Loves Arrow
Leena stirred a little and her eyes opened. Last night had been totally and completely boring to her. As she now expected her life to be—Boring. Constant. After resting up yesterday, she was called down by her new personal maid, to join her fiancé and his father; the King, plus his arrogant, spoiled rotten daughter for dinner. Even after resting for three hours, all she could think about was falling asleep in her chair. She even got her soon-to-be- sister in-law to hate her at one sentence. It was also explained to Leena that the mother, the late Queen, had died when Harry was young. They didn't really go into detail about how or why, just that she did.
Slowly, she moved out of her bed and walked over to her brown dresser, pulling out a purple and light violet silk, satin, laced dress. She put the delicate dress on carefully, trying hard not to rip a lace. Once her dress was on and laced up, she pulled out a dark purple bodice and laced it up tight, making it fit and shape her body well, making her chest overly noticeable than it was to begin with. Making a man, have some hidden desire for her.
Tentatively she walked down the stairs of her room and down the corridor into the dinning room where her fiancé was to be there to greet her for breakfast. But to her violet eyes, he was not. Nor was he in sight in any of the hallways. After ten minutes of waiting she stood up from the table and walked over to one of the servants. "Excuse me Sir, but where might Prince Harry be?" she asked most politely, even if he was just a servant.
He looked down at her and smiled, "My lovely lady, he his speaking with the King; his father. He will be down in a moment."
She looked surprised but figured it was common for him to meet with his father before breakfast. "Oh, alright then." She then leisurely began to walk into the hallway but was stopped by the servant.
"M' lady!" he called, she then stopped and turned around, awaiting an explanation. "Perhaps you should just wait here?"
She shook her head, "If he is to be my husband, then we should do things together." And without another word, she proceeded towards the King's study, expecting that's where se might find him.
After many hallways and many minutes which seemed like long hours, she finally found the King's study, and she was about to walk in when the King spoke, making her stop in her tracks. "So, tell me son; what do you think of your bride to be?"
Slowly she turned around and hid behind the corner, eager to listen to the conversation.
Harry shrugged, "She is lovely, and quite beautiful. I can't wait to marry her and make her mine." Said Harry, a lustful smirk on his face.
His father laughed, "Don't get too attached. You know what must happen after she gives you your first son."
Harry frowned, "I know. But father, I don't want to murder her. I just want to marry her and love her and..."
Murder? She was going to be murdered after she gives birth to their first son? Leena was frozen in place as her ears kept listening.
"And do you honestly think I wanted to have your mother murdered? I didn't! I started to love her. But it had to be done. We simply can't have more than one royal male; it will cause problems with the throne! Now your grandfather and all of our relatives before him have been doing this, and so will you! I am dying, and you and your sister Mary know this. You will have to rule over the kingdom once I am gone." Said the King as he sat back down in his chair.
Harry looked at the floor, "Yes father." He replied.
Leena couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was going to be murdered. Killed. Wiped off this planet. Very slowly, as if still in shock, she began to back away, and with her back turned to the hallway, she tripped over a very long golden candlestick and fell backwards as the candlestick hit the marble floor.
The ringing of the noise rang throughout the hallway and the King and prince Harry jumped up and ran out into the hallway; finding Leena on the floor.
"Leena!" Harry shouted.
"What did you hear?" the King demanded, striking fear into Leena as she stood and began to back away.
"Everything." She muttered before taking off and dashing through the halls, running from them.
"Harry! Get her!" hollered the King anger in his fierce voice.
"Right! Guards! Guards! Servants!"
All of them came rushing to his aid. "Find my Princess! For she has run away. Do what you must to bring her back; but make sure she is alive." Ordered Harry as the royal guards and servants ran after Leena.
She managed to keep ahead of all of them, which amazed her, considering Harry and the King now had the guards running after her as well. Swiftly she ran past the courtyard and into the forest, coming to a large rock she sat down on it and took a breather.
"Murdered. By my own soon to be husband. Did my father now of this? He couldn't have—could he?" she paused but didn't answer her question for she then seen at least ten royal guards on brown noble stead heading into the forest, closer to her. "No," she whimpered in misbelieve as she started to run again, heading deeper and deeper into the forest. Pushing branches and twigs out of her way as she began to notice a clearing ahead of her.
It wasn't much of a clearing, more of a meadow with many beautiful colored flowers and apple trees off in the distance. Her running coming to a stop she gasped for air and took a few breathers. Not noticing the guards on horses coming up quickly behind her.
Once she regained her breath and she glanced behind her; to see whether or not she had lost them. To her surprise, she didn't. In fact they were closing in on her with long ranged bows and arrows, aiming at her from their distance.
"Help! Help me!" she screamed as she scurried away from them again.
A girl with light brown hair and light blue eyes peered out from high in the apple tree. Acknowledging the scene. She gradually slid down from the tree, three yellow apples in her hands and a few more in her apron. She gently set them down in her weaved wooden basket as a man with sandy blond hair came out from behind her with seven green apples.
Kneeling down beside her, he placed his apples in the basket as well. She nudged towards the scene with the guards and red head in the meadow, "Quite a little scene."
He looked up casually; his green irises watching the red head run from the palace guards, her ear piercing scream make its way to his ears. Slowly, as if he didn't care, he turned away.
"Maybe we should help her," the brunette suggested, standing with the young man.
"Leave it alone Jeanie!" he ordered, and then glancing back at the scene, "It's not our business."
She frowned and placed her hands on her hips, "Oh! Mama was right about you; you're too stubborn for your own good Bit!" she barked at him as she moved her way towards the meadow.
Bit snatched her arm and pulled her back, "What are you thinking?"
She snatched her arm back and glared at him, "Look, she's in trouble, and I know that if that was me out there; you'd come help me big brother. Now please Bit; either help me or stand aside!" Bit looked at her and held her gaze in his green orbs and finally let go of her arm.
"Come on then; lets do this before dinner." He replied, running out into the field, Jeanie close behind him.
Leena's pace slowed down and she began to have hard time breathing. Letting go of her skirts she turned around, prepared to just let them take her, when a fast swift arrow struck her in her left shoulder. Her purple eyes traveled over to the field, where the guard with spiky black hair and brown eyes, who just let down his stance from shooting the arrow, glanced at her and mouthed; 'I'm sorry Leena.' Slowly she tumbled backwards and laid flat on her back. Darkness threatening, telling her to close her eyes, and just before she did, she whispered sadly to herself, "Jamie." A single salty tear trickling down her cheek.
Jamie mounted off his horse and looked down at the scene, "Pick her up and bring her back to the palace." Ordered Jamie, he turned around; ready to mount his horse again when something hard and solid hit him in the back of the head. He turned around and placed a hand to his head, rubbing it in circular motions gently, trying to ignore the pain. Looking down he saw a yellow apple, and glancing at the direction it came from, he saw a young woman with light brown hair whirling in the wind. Her light blue eyes cursing at him with malevolence.
"Men!" he turned around, and saw his men retreating into the forest, running away from a sandy blond haired young man; who some how, managed to get a hold of a bow and a couple of arrows. "Damn it," he muttered, mounting his horse and heading into the forest with the rest of his men he shouted at them; "We'll have to come back for her later!" and then they were gone from sight.
Bit and Jeanie walked over to the young maiden and looked down at her. Bit then slowly moved so the maiden was underneath him, and he brought his ear down to her mouth, trying to tell whether or not she was breathing. She was pale skinned and smelled sweetly of lilacs. He inhaled her sent and almost seemed dazed and memorized by her beauty. Her body was in perfect shape and her chest lightly touched his chest as she breathed slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the contact, and then opened them again.
Jeanie's eyes softened, "Come on Bit, help me get her home." Said Jeanie, her voice soft and quit.
Bit glanced at his younger sister then at the red head underneath him. "Leave her." He said getting up and walking away.
Jeanie turned around and glared at him, "What do you mean 'leave her'?" she asked, annoyance hinted in her voice.
Bit glanced at her over his shoulder, "Just what I said; 'Leave her'." He then started walking forward again, picking up the basket of apples.
"Why should we?" she stubbornly asked, folding her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrow in question at him.
Bit stopped and turned around, facing his sister he spoke slowly; "Because that arrow wound as hit her hard and she's lost a lot of blood. She won't make it by sunrise. She'll be dead by morning. It's a waste of effort." And with that he turned around and began to walk forward again.
"Fine!" hollered Jeanie as she turned around and kneeling down next to the young maiden, she pulled out the arrow from her left arm and tore a piece of her dress and wrapped it around her arm; to stop the bleeding. Jeanie then cautiously grabbed the young lady's right arm and began to pull her on her back.
Bit glimpsed back and saw a sight that surprised him. He sighed, if he was stubborn; then his sister was three times more than he. Bit turned back around and began to walk over to his sister, and without saying a word he threw the weaved basket into her arms and grabbed the young maiden in his, carrying her.
Jeanie smiled, "Thank you Bit."
"Yeah-yeah. I would just like to know how long our fugitive will be staying with us. We don't have much room Jeanie. Just two beds." He replied softly, looking down at the stunning woman in his arms.
Jeanie smiled coyly, "I know. But we'll make do."
Author: Yay! Bit made the scene! Hehe...I told you he would! And he even has a younger sister! Anyways, yup, I have a lot of fics now, ten to be exact, but I am sure some people have more than me. Anyways, it will take me longer to update; depending on how long certain chapters are. Well, that's all for tonight, seeing how it's 12:29 in the morning and I have school.
Oh and in the next chapter: Leena wakes up and meets her rescuers! Till next time (which will be soon) bye!
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids or the characters.
