Date of Update: 11-25-04
Thanksgiving Day
11:05 P.M.
A/N: Okay guys I'm really sorry I haven't updated in forever. I had a sudden urge to update because I had been reading some fanfics. Here you go!
Chapter 5
After Prince Aron had made sure the man was unconscious, he turned his eye toward Soryia. If she did not have the ability to read minds, she would have completely oblivious to his identity because of her 16 secluded years.
However, almost immediately she swept into a deep curtsy and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
In response he said, "It was nothing my lady."
She noticed right away he was not someone to cross, yet she saw in his deep, hazel-green eyes he was extremely generous and good-natured. His built frame made him an imposing figure which was ideal for a monarch and his deep brown hair added the final touch to his overall to-die-for appearance.
Soryia knew she would have to escape for in her possession was the necklace she "borrowed" from Luke.
"I am sorry, I have to leave now, thank you once again for your help," Soryia stammered as she tried to leave, however Prince Aron swiftly blocked her attempt to flee.
"My lady, where did you get that necklace?" He asked as his gaze never left the necklace.
"I, um, I found it."
"Where did you find it?"
"Somewhere near here."
"Where exactly?"
"Around."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me, you are averting from the truth and this is my family's precious heirloom." As he said this his eyes flashed dangerously and Soryia handed over the necklace.
The trip to the palace was tedious with much tension, Prince Aron led her to a carriage and he abruptly told her to get in. He locked the door and rode in the front with the driver.
Soryia sat glumly in the compartment, not knowing what was going to happen to her. She could be tried and maybe even executed for stealing this most valuable object. Butterflies flittered around in her stomach and she kept thinking about how Aron reacted to her.
She could hear him think about what a lowly girl Soryia must be in order to find this chain and keep it. That alone made her want to block out all of his other thoughts, so she heard no more. The funny thing was, she seemed to remember how intensely deep his hazel-green eyes were...
Back in the alley, the man who was about to rob Soryia began to stir. He rubbed his head in agony and rued the day that Prince of Kyrria was born. He was about to head back when he found Luke and Kyle in the alleyway.
Luke inquired, "Excuse me, did you see a young girl with dark brown hair wearing a most interesting necklace?"
The man spat in response, "Yes I did, and I was just about to take that damn necklace until that wretched Prince knocked me unconscious."
"Did you see which way they went?" Kyle asked.
"NO, do you think I could see which way they went when I blacked out?" With that, he pushed the two men abruptly aside and made his way into the village.
Luke and Kyle looked at each other with absolute dread of the truth.
"What do you think the Prince did with her?" Luke asked after a moment's silence.
"I don't know, but I think we had better make sure she doesn't say anything about us."
Luke cursed, "Damnit! Why did she have to take that necklace?!? We have to go to the palace and make sure her mouth is sealed."
"Exactly what I was thinking."
The guards roughly took Soryia to the dungeons and threw her in a pigsty. She heard all the jeers from the other prison mates and tried to maintain her composure.
Prince Aron was following closely behind and winced a little as the guards treated the girl with so much contempt. He shouldn't blame them, of course. She was after all a thief. But how could this girl even attempt to steal the heirloom? It is guarded at all hours and she could not have possibly slipped through them. No, there must have been another way she came across this and he was going to find out how.
Once in her cell, Aron presumed the procedure for interrogating a prisoner. He asked her once more where she obtained the necklace, and she just said, "I found it." He kept questioning her with "Who are you? Where are you from? and How'd you arrive here?" while she remained silent.
Finally Soryia got exasperated of his questions and decided to answer some of them.
"My name is Soryia, I'm from the province of Vemer, on the outskirts of Kyrria, and I came by foot. Now if you would leave me be Your Highness, I would like some solitude." Afterward, she swore she heard the Prince think, "Fiesty!"
Just then there was a clamor near the stairwell to the dungeon. After hearing metal clash together both Soryia and Prince Aron whipped around in that direction. What came next sent Soryia into a state of shock.
"Stop, you there!" Prince Aron shouted.
Soryia had to look twice at the two disturbers for they were the two people she very least expected.
"Luke, Kyle, what the hell are you two doing here?"
Luke replied while fighting off a couple of guards, "I'm here to get that necklace back!"
"Heh, figures" Soryia muttered.
At this moment Prince Aron turned to look at Soryia and Luke and promptly halted all action by shouting "STOP IT IMMEDIATELY!" His sonorous command ricocheted off the stone walls.
"So you are the culprit, not her. Guard, please release her," Prince Aron said as he advanced towards Luke.
Well obviously Luke was not going to stand around and let some pretty-boy prince cuff him. There was an inevitable clash of swords and the two men went at it. The loud clangs of metal hitting each other echoed off the walls while Soryia quickly exited her facility.
Then Luke did the most stupid thing anyone could ever do. He grabbed Soryia and put a sword to her throat.
"One more move and I'll slit her throat," he whispered dangerously.
Soryia knew he wouldn't do such a thing because one, he was thinking this was the only way to get the necklace back, and two, he actually seemed to like Soryia as a person.
Soryia warned, "Luke…don't do this."
"Shut up Sonia I know what I'm doing," he replied.
"Excuse me, what did you just call her?" Prince Aron piped up unexpectedly.
Oh, shit, she thought.
"Oh, hah hah um yeah that's my er nickname!"
Luke said nonchalantly, "yeah okay who cares. Look Prince, if you don't give me that necklace than I am going to slit her throat."
Prince Aron looked at the pair suspiciously for if Soryia had lied to this guy or possibly the Prince, what's to stop her from lying even more?
"Well frankly that is not possible," he replied.
At this statement, Luke was aghast and his dagger accidentally 'slipped.' He managed to cut Soryia on her arm and ripped her sleeve.
Never before had Soryia experienced such pain. She had never really gotten into anything hostile such as fights and every time she got hurt as a child her mother seemed to magically heal it.
As blood oozed from her arm Luke replied sheepishly "oops."
Soryia tried to maintain her composure as Prince Aron lurched forward at Luke. She backed away slowly and tried to minimize the pain and blood by tying her sleeve around it. What both men didn't realize was that she was in serious jeopardy of being harmed from either disease from the unsanitary conditions in the dungeon or blood loss.
She slowly faded in and out of consciousness and deemed the stone floor a worthy place to sleep.
Soryia was having a wonderful dream about flying through the clouds and meeting some magical creatures when she heard a rustling noise. She woke up to find herself on a comfortable bed and her arm in a type of cloth sling.
The pretty young nurse that was tending her said convivially, "Oh hello! How are you feeling darling?"
"Fine, thank you."
Immediately she wanted to take that back for when she moved her arm, pain coursed through her body and the events from yesterday came flooding back to her.
"What happened?"
Even though she already knew what happened as read by the nurse's thoughts, she knew she had to act innocent enough.
"Well honey you passed out probably from witnessing such terrible events not suitable for a lady!"
At this, Soryia rolled her eyes when the nurse turned around.
"Then the Prince Aron, oh what a dear he is! He noticed you were on the floor dead cold and picked you up only after arresting those dreadful thieves."
The young girl on the bed bolted straight up and exclaimed, "What did you say? They were arrested?"
Soryia hadn't counted on this because the nurse was only thinking about the striking features of Prince Aron.
"Why, of course, they stole the heirloom of the Kyrrian family!"
After hearing this, Soryia jumped out of bed and exclaimed, "I have to go."
"Oh no little missy you're not going anywhere. I was under strict orders to have you stay in this room."
"What? Are you kidding me?"
"No a lady would never jest!" she continued dreamily, "Prince Aron told me, and these are his exact words, 'Keep this young lady in her room—even if she demands to be let out. She's under house arrest until I talk with her.'"
Because of these words Soryia stirred and gave a cry of exasperation, "Argh!!"
"Well when is he coming?"
"No ma'am I'm only the little nurse, my only job is take care of you!" she clucked her tongue, "Poor little one, to witness such unladylike events!"
"Get out."
"Fine, miss, but don't come crying to me when your arm starts to hurt," and with a huff the nurse stomped out of the room but not before locking the door right behind her.
Damn it, Soryia thought as she winced in pain. My arm hurts like hell, my companions are probably going to be hanged, and I'm stuck in this God-awful room.
Just then, the door unlocked and Prince Aron along with some of his associates entered her room.
"That nurse just told me you threw her out," he said with an almost amused look in his eyes.
"Yes, what of it Your Highness?"
"Well you do realize she's treating your arm? She's not going to be very gentle with it."
"Psh, whatever." I can't believe I'm being this rude to the Prince of Kyrria.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I just do not believe in her adamancy in believing I passed out because of witnessing such 'unladylike events.'"
Prince Aron replied while examining the girl, "I see."
Soryia believed in cutting to the chase so she promptly said, "So, what happened to Luke and Kyle?"
"They were thrown in the dungeon."
"What are you going to do with them?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, that is none of your concern."
"Excuse you Your Majesty I believe it is all my concern. That man in there tried to kill me just yesterday and now you're saying it's none of my concern? You treat me like a criminal then realize it was those two who took away your precious necklace and expect me to just be casual about the whole thing?"
The Prince of Kyrria was taken aback to such attitude especially from a young lady. Usually they treat him with the utmost respect and fawn over his very presence. The associates exchanged looks and almost intervened in the situation when the prince said,
"You know, Soryia, or Sonia, whatever your name is, you haven't exactly shown me much respect. You dodge questions which you should be able to answer, you lie about your name, you are dishonest about everything and yet you expect me to treat you with a higher degree of deference? I think not."
With this, the only two young people in the room glared at each other with arevulsion and it was quickly determined Soryia would be released from the palace just as soon as her arm healed. The only reason she was staying even this long was because Queen Ella of Kyrria had snuck a peek at the girl and felt remorse for her.
As soon as Soryia had packed what few belongings she carried she exited her decorous room. Now a vital question kept resounding in her mind, where was she going to go?
Just as she was walking down the corridor a few of her things fell from her pathetic excuse for a bag. She must have looked like an absolute bum because of her torn dress with blood and disheveled hair.
As she bent down to pick them up, she saw a pair of extremely small feet then looked into the emerald eyes of a woman with a gorgeous complexion and straight chestnut hair.
She was bowing at the feet of Queen Ella of Kyrria.
A/N: Please read and review! I should probably write an outline.