Hiii! Don't worry, this story hasn't died! I just needed to get rid of my writer's block! LOL
Okay, SC doesn't belong to me, but Gawen does...
"But sir! They're going to hear us if we search this house for them!"
The voice of the worried Captain of the Guard caused the Archbishop to pull the spear out of Gawen's bloody body rather roughly, and point it at the sniveling man.
"Listen to me, you bloody idiot. We're heading upstairs to find them. According to…this…" Reginald Cardinal Pole kicked the body of the deceased butler with a smirk. "…this thing of a man…said that we'd find our fugitives still sleeping. Let's take them by surprise, eh?"
"Yes sir!" the soldiers exclaimed nervously.
"And remember…we take them alive…" The Archbishop snapped. "That is what her majesty wishes. And what her majesty wishes…her majesty will get."
"Ivy…Ivy…mmm, darling wake up…"
The soft, sultry, German-accented voice filled Ivy's ears, and the white-haired woman stirred, as she rolled over in bed. Her turquoise eyes opened, and landed on the startling green eyes of her lover. Siegfried buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent…she smelled of the sky when it was about to rain. So fresh…such a beautiful scent…
"Mmm…good morning Ivy…" he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Siegfried…" Ivy breathed, her heart pounding. She ran her hands over his firmly toned body, leaned up and gave him a kiss.
"Why couldn't I wake up like this every day?" the German asked with a chuckle, nuzzling nose to nose with the older woman.
Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but shot straight up in bed, her turquoise eyes wide, a red sheet clenched to her chest.
"Ivy? Ivy! What's wrong?" Siegfried asked, panic-stricken. And at that moment, the soldiers of Queen Mary Tudor burst into the bedchambers, swords drawn, and spears at the ready. A yelp erupted from Ivy's throat, and she clutched the sheet tighter to her chest, backing into a corner. Siegfried, after hastily wrapping a sheet around his waist, ran to protect Ivy, an aggressive look forming in his emerald eyes.
"What's going on here!" the blonde demanded, clutching Ivy against him, holding her sheet against her body.
"Sorry to interrupt such a private moment." The Archbishop sneered. "But by the order of her majesty, the Queen Mary Tudor, you two are under arrest!"
"Under arrest! For what!" Ivy asked, outraged. The archbishop walked over to the white haired woman, and without hesitation or warning, backhanded her. Siegfried, enraged that he had not been able to protect his beloved, gave something of a roar of anger, and he raised a fist towards the archbishop.
"Why you-!"
"Think hard about who you're about to strike. You hit me, and I'll make sure you're executed!" Reginald snapped, before turning to Ivy.
"You filthy little tramp. Keep your mouth shut. Your title has been stripped…so you're nothing more than a commoner now!" he stepped back and surveyed the couple. "You, Ivy Valentine, are under arrest for high treason, and for betrayal to the Queen, for being Protestant. And your little toyboy here…"
The Archbishop tore Siegfried away from Ivy, and threw him towards the guards, who caught him, and held tight to the struggling blonde.
"Heh…he's going to get to take a nice trip down to the block…the executioner's block!"
"You promised you wouldn't touch him!" Ivy exclaimed, furiously. She reached underneath the mattress, and grabbed Valentine. It broke into tiny pieces, hanging from the hilt, becoming a whip. However, before she got the chance to use it to defend herself, it was wrenched from her hand by the Archbishop. In this action, he ripped the sheet that had been wrapped around Ivy's body, though by this she was not fazed.
"Take the blonde boy to the wagon." Reginald commanded, as the guards began to hustle Siegfried out of the room.
"No! Please!" Ivy exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Reginald laughed cruelly, and grabbed Ivy as she attempted to run to Siegfried. As he grabbed her, the sheet she had around her body fell off, and Ivy screamed, as she tried to cover herself up.
"You bastard! Let me go!" she exclaimed.
Siegfried was speechless, and yet furious at the same time. How dare this man who claimed to be of the church do this to them! How dare this man of the church touch Ivy like this without modesty!
"How dare you!" Siegfried growled, as he stayed directly where he was, not resisting the guard's hold on him. "Let Ivy go. If you want someone, you take me. I'm the threat to your country, aren't I? She had nothing to do with this! I brought this one! It's my fault! Please! Please let her go!"
The Archbishop grinned, still holding Ivy's wrists behind her back, exposing her body to the soldiers and Siegfried, who had begun shaking with fury.
"I don't know…Miss Valentine…should I let you go? Hmm?" he whispered, his foul breath hot in her ear.
"Whatever you do…do it quickly." Ivy replied bitterly. Hot tears of shame fell down her pale face, her turquoise eyes hardened and cold. Never in a million years did the white-haired woman believe that she would ever be exposed like this in such a vulgar way…just the thought of how she must have looked, caused her hands to clench into fists, and she tore her gaze away from Siegfried, holding back a sob.
"Damn you…let go of Ivy!" the blonde knight exclaimed, as he began to strain against the hold of the guards.
"Well then, blonde boy…you should determine the fate of your lover…should she go with you, to the block? Or should she stay here?" Reginald asked with a sly grin. "Choose wisely…"
Well...what should Siegfried choose? Should Ivy stay or be taken in? R & R please!