A cloaked figure held to their captive tightly by the arm. It was another sassy, ungrateful child of some baron. They were about fifteen or sixteen.
"You know, I can always pay you double once I get my pay, really," he bribed.
She snorted. "Yeah, I don't think so kid."
"Please, you don't understand that they don't understand. Haven't you ever had a dream?" he reasoned.
"Yeah, in my sleep. Where they belong," the hood figure snorted.
"Please, I would do anything, anything than be forced back in that house, that... that prison."
"Sorry, kid. You just have to suck it up," the woman said.
The boy sighed as she knocked on the door. "This is your chance to put a final fight."
"Nah, I gave you enough trouble. At least it's you getting the money rather than those previous buffoons. I Just wished I could have made you see eye to eye, but I guess I hoped for too much."
The woman smirked. "You know, you're smarter than I thought."
"I'm flattered," the boy muttered sarcastically.
A maid opened the door.
"Chasity, long time no see..." the boy chuckled.
The girl looked a little surprised before looking at him sadly. She nodded her head. "Young Master. Ma'am. Please come this way and I shall escort you to the Master's office."
"Thanks," the woman huffed.
The young girl, that was roughly the same age as the boy, lead them to two large doors. "Wait here a moment please." She went in the room and returned a few minutes later. "The Master is ready to see you both now."
The young woman gave her captive a little push so that he would walk in first. He groaned and rolled his head back. Then he sighed and straightened up and held the most proper posture he was capable of and walked in without her having to drag him in. He had pride. To be honest, she was mildly impressed by him. He did not stop surprising her.
"Please, sit." The man pointed to the two chairs in front of the desk. They both did.
Weird. Was he not going to hug his son? You know, the one that's been missing for over a month. No? Maybe they just aren't that kind of family. My parents and rarely hugged. The woman, otherwise known as bounty hunter, thought to herself.
The man looked directly at her. "I shall pay you the price in full for returning him. Would you like to stay the night, for I'm certain that you are weary."
"I wouldn't do that," the boy advised, earning a glare from his father.
"Thank you for the offer, but I have another opportunity and I must be on my way once we're done."
"A busy woman, very admirable. At this rate you should be building a fortune," the man says.
"That information is my affairs," she answered.
"Yes, of course. Now, please, sign here, miss..."
"Cassandra," she stated as she signed the paper with the feather pen on the man's desk.
"Ah, you must be the Night Terror."
"In the flesh."
"Well," the man set three bags of gold coins in her hands. She opened them to double check. She bit one and it was solid gold.
"I shall be on my way if that's all," Cassandra said.
"Yes, and thank you for your work."
She merely nodded before walking out. She left the house and monted her horse. "Hey, Fidella, we're gonna be queens tonight. Then we have another opportunity." Cassandra unfolded the poster she had come across earlier that morning. "Another rich boy on the run that must be mad at his daddy. Only this time, this one's Royalty. And I mean that is some good pay," she exclaimed.
"Well, let's be off. I saw a pub in the way here. Grab a bite to eat before we take off on another adventure. What do you say? That's what I thought," Cassandra smirked. "So let's be off!"
