A/N - I actually updated sooner than I expected :-D So I hope you all enjoy, reviews are always always welcome! Writing in Bold is a flashback. So without futher ado here is chapter three........

"But father, why do I have to marry? I don't want to be bound to one woman for my entire life, there are so many women out there that I could be having fun with! Please do not make me settle!" Hunter begged his father desperately.

"You will do as I tell you! Do not disrespect me son, I have brought you up to be the man you are, and that was not to be a disrespectful, insolent, pathetic excuse for a man!" Ric roared at his son in anger.

"But father I already have someone I am courting," Hunter tried to explain.

"Is it love?" Ric questioned.

"No father, it is certainly not love! It is fun, I am a man and I have needs that require me to be satisfied," Hunter told.

"And who is this girl?" Ric asked spitting out the last word with distaste.

"You already know her father, it is Trish," he answered his father.

"Son, please tell me that is not true!" Ric pleaded.

"I'm sorry father but it is, she is a requirement in my release and I have no plans to change that in the near future."

"But son, she has been with half the town already! I won her from a passerby in a card game and who knows what she had done before then! She is nothing more than a prostitute although she doesn't even get paid!" Ric told him hotly.

"Father please! Do you think I am that foolish, that I did not know this? It is all around town of her status, it is nothing new, that I did not already know," Hunter informed his father.

"And yet you still subject yourself to her?" Ric asked, only to receive a nod as his answer in return. "Would you like to see your future wife?" He asked changing the subject.

"It could not hurt to see I guess," Hunter agreed.

"Follow me." Ric commanded as he walked passed Hunter and opened the rotted, wooden, main door of his castle and walked into the rundown hall with Hunter on his heels. Walking past his guards and down the spiral stairway that had seen better days with chips and chunks of stone out of it, due to wear. Reaching the bottom of the stairs Hunter and his father trudged their way through the dank wetness that was called a floor, until they came to a stop in front or a battered door that looked like it could fall off any day. Ric looked at his son and motioned for him to remain quiet throughout.

Reaching up he silently opened the peephole on front of the door. He moved over and gestured for his son take a look. Sighing, Hunter stepped up to the opening in the door and looked through, to see his future bride and gasped. Never had he seen such beauty, grace, such a perfect face as it did hers. Taking her all in, he stumbled back slightly and released a deep breath and then looked at his father in awe.

"That is my bride?" Hunter asked mesmerized.

"Yes it is son," Ric told him with a small smile.

"Oh my, she is...I must....there will be a wedding, soon!" Hunter stuttered.

Smiling fully now Ric answered happily. "Yes there will son!"

Stephanie sat there silently and motionless, she had heard a noise at the door or her prison and didn't dare move until she heard the foot steps move and walk away into the distance until they were a mere echo. Relaxing slightly she leaned heavily against one of the walls that held her captive. She just couldn't understand why anyone would want to take her from her family and if it came to it, hurt her!

She was a Princess, this was never supposed to happen, her father had promised that he would always protect her no matter what. But here she sat, alone in a small cell, on straw no less, cold and hungry and afraid. She didn't understand how anyone could have gotten to her! She had guards protect her every night since she was little. To have been woken up by a hand grabbing her mouth and pull her from her bed and then take her from her home.

She wished she was home at this moment in time, safe with her family and secure in the knowledge that this would never happen again. All she wanted was a nice hot bath and a change of clothes. To curl up in her bed and close her eyes and have this nightmare end. Maybe she thought to herself if she closed her eyes tight enough and wished for home, she would wake up in bed.

Closing her eyes she tried just that, a minute later she opened them, and scowled. She wasn't at home and she wasn't waking up, proving that it was nothing but a stupid dream. Dreams are something your heart desperately wants, she thought sourly and this is definitely not something I want.

The first tears of frustration slipped past her eyes and down her face, leaving small, wet tracks in their wake. Laying down on the straw, she tried her best to get into a comfortable position, but with no luck. Her tears fell from her eyes continuously, getting heavier and heavier until she was crying heartbroken sobs, which echoed around the hallow room and seemed to go on forever, until exhaustion took her over and she fell into a restless sleep.

Walking into his chamber, Hunter removed his jacket and flung it on to his chair, and started unbuttoning his shirt, when the door he had just entered opened behind him. Turning around he saw his lover.

"Hello baby," She voiced as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Trish," Hunter stated with no emotion in his voice.

"Are you ready for some fun?" She asked coyly.

"Not tonight Trish," Hunter told her as he took her arms from around him and then let her go.

"What do you mean not tonight?" Trish demanded, with confusion across her face.

"Exactly that. We will not be doing anything tonight, or tomorrow for that fact. Actually never," Hunter replied.

"Never? What is wrong with you Hunter, what has happened between last night and tonight?" Trish asked.

"Tonight I saw the woman I am going to marry and she is, there are no words for her, none to describe her perfection. So I will not be needing your services anymore, I have someone else for that now," Hunter informed her, with no sign of regret.

"Marry? You can't marry! You don't even love her! I forbid it!" Trish shouted as she erupted.

"You forbid it! Do not make me laugh! You have no authority over me, so do not give me orders or I will see you out of a job. In this castle you are nothing but a serving wench, the mice have more authority and respect than you ever had," Hunter told her calmly, but with a hint of danger in his voice.

"I...I am..." Trish stuttered.

"Leave, I do not want to see you anywhere near my quarters again," Hunter informed her as he dismissed her.

Nodding Trish walked back to the door and went out, once the door closed her face transformed into that of anger and she scowled as she stomped away from Hunter's chamber.

Chris paced back and forth in front of his men. He had chosen them with great care making sure they were nothing but the best, knowing how important this mission was. He stopped and stood in front of them, taking them in. There was the newly promoted Head of Arms, he was a 7 foot giant and loved nothing but destruction, his nickname 'The Undertaker' no one ever fought with him and survived. Then there were Matt and Jeff, the Hardy brothers, who were currently getting trained by none other than The Undertaker himself. They had been Knighted when they had selflessly dived into a raging river and saved the Princess, when she had been thrown from her horse and into the river. Last but by no means least was his trusted friend Chris Benoit, they had trained together and Chris trusted Benoit with his life.

"Ok men, lets saddle up and make sure our weapons are functional, this is no ordinary mission. Princess Stephanie's life is at risk and we will get her back. We don't know what we're going into, but one thing we know for sure is, that whatever it is, it will not stop us! We will be victorious. Yes there may be injuries, but hopefully there will be no deaths," Chris told them as he finished off his speech. "Are we all ready?" He asked.

"You bet, I'm ready! No one kidnaps anything important to the King and gets away with it!" Taker agreed forcefully.

"What about you two?" Chris asked the brothers.

"Oh we're ready, we're more than ready." Jeff replied eagerly for both him and his brother.

"Chris?" He asked the final man.

"You don't even need to ask," Benoit answered him seriously.

Chris turned and walked over to his King, who was standing trying to console his wife.

"Sir, we are ready. I have picked my best men and are ready to leave," Chris informed Vince.

"Oh, Vince what if they don't reach her in time? What then? Oh this is all my fault!" Linda said fretting.

"Linda, this is in no way your fault. It's no ones fault but Ric Flair's, that man will be hung in front of the world!" Vince vowed. "Have a safe journey and bring back my baby girl," Vince told Chris.

"Well men, let's get going!" Chris instructed, as he turned to his men and then walked to each of their own horses and mounted them. Chris took one last look at Vince, nodded and then road his into the distance with his men following him.

In a small Inn, not far from King Vince's castle, sat Sir Jake Roberts at the bar. He reeked of stale beer and vomit. He swayed in his seat, obviously drunk and slurred when he ordered his next drink. The bartender slammed a mug of beer down in front of him, taking his money and leaving. Lifting his beer off of the table Jake leaned forward tried to sip his drink, he squinted trying to make out what drink was actually his of the five he could see in front of him.

A thump to his left made him drop his beer and spill it contents over the counter in front of him, causing him to groan in annoyance.

"Jakey, my boy! Phew you sure do stink! How many of those have you had?" Questioned Mick.
"Ah Mick, I think I lost count after the tenth one!" Jake slurred the sentence.

"I think you've reached your limit!" Mick told him cheerfully.

"I'll tell you when I've had enough, not anyone else!" Jake slurred angrily.

"Calm down man, we're all stressed due to the fact that the king's daughter's been kidnapped," Mick said calmly, then frowned when Jake started to laugh.

"Oh yeah the poor, poor Princess! Who would have done such a terrible thing?" Jake said with a chuckle.

"We know who did it," Mick replied.

"Oh what would you know about it tubby! You are noting but a court jester, you're not important! Come to think about it neither am I! I've been a Sir for ten years! Ten years!" Jake complained.

"What has that to do with it?" Mick questioned.

"It has everything to do with it! See if Vince had made me a Duke, maybe Princess Stephanie wouldn't be where she is," Jake slurred drunkenly, causing Mick to scrunch up his brow.

"What did you do?" Mick asked calmly.

"What didn't I do?" Jake replied with a laugh. "Let's just say Ric did not plan this alone." Jake told Mick.

"Did you help him?" Mick asked already knowing the answer.

"Of course I did, but shhhhh, that's a secret! No one's meant to know," Jake answered comically.

"How did this happen?"

"Well it all began..." Jake started.

Jake sat nursing his sixth beer of the night, he knew he was drunk, he always was nowadays. It was better being incapacitated, than living his life. He was a Knight, a lowly Knight. He had served his King for years and he was only a Knight. Men younger than him were Dukes, and it just wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all. He didn't receive any respect from his peers, they looked down on him. Drinking helped him forget his troubles!

"Give me another!" He ordered the bartender.

"Ah Jake, what a pleasure!" A voice from behind him said.

Turning around, Jake couldn't help but smile at his once old time friend. "Ric, do you have a death warrant?" Jake asked.

"You know me, I always take risks! Why are you sitting alone here?" Ric questioned.

"To forget my troubles!" Jake told him heartily.

"I can already see that you are almost there! You are drunk if I am not mistaken!" Ric said stating the obvious.

"Is that not what one does, when they come here?" Jake asked.

"Yes, that is! What has drove you to drink?" Ric wondered curiously.

"What else! The King!" he stated, causing Ric's eyes to narrow.

"Yes, King Vince," Ric stated with distaste.

"Is it fair that I am still a Knight and not a Duke?" Jake questioned helplessly.

"No it is not." He agreed.

"It's just not fair!" Jake whined.

"Well there is always a way to get back at him." Ric told him, causing Jake to look at him curiously.

"That would be?" he questioned.

"Revenge!" Ric stated the one word, that brought a smile to Jake's mouth.

"...and that's how this whole plan, came into action!" Jake told Mick with a laugh. "I slipped something in the guard's food that caused them to sleep on their duty and I gave Ric the plans to the castle, and he worked out the rest," Jake finished off drowsily. "But don't tell anyone!" He whispered urgently.

"Not a soul," Mick replied as he stood up out of his seat. "Bartender, keep them coming!" he ordered as he left Jake sitting there drinking his fresh beer and exited the Inn.

Minutes later, Mick strode into the castle and pushed open the main doors to where Vince was.

"Mick," Vince stated. "Have you found anything?"

"Oh I have found out things you wouldn't believe." Mick replied as he proceeded to tell Vince the tale of meeting Jake in the Inn.

"I knew there was a reason why I made you my secret advisor!" Vince told him with a hint of a smile.

"Of course no one expects te court jester to have a brain and be the King's advisor, so they tell them everything, which works out well for us!" Mick stated cunningly.