A/N: This is my first attempt on writing a full NaLu(since someone wondered how I would do that. After some thinking I got a few ideas and I hope I'll be able to process all of it in this new fic. Bear with me, I'm doing my best to use all the advise i got on my first 2 fanfics( i'm such an amateur, lol.) If you see any typo's or something that doesn't make sense, please tell, and I'll adjust it asap. have a nice read!

CH: 1 Royalty taken

Blood. There's blood everywhere. My hands...My clothes. My hood, that once used to be white as snow, is now crimson, covered in the blood of my guardians. The blood of the King's best men. Maybe even my own. Am I going to die?

Princess Lucy Heartfillia of Magnolia Kingdom leaned against the broken wheel of her Royal chariot. Surrounded by the horribly mutilated corpses of her guards, her friends, and even her nurse, her dresser and the ladies that escorted her wherever she went, Lucy wailed in grief.

"Nana!"

Crying out the nickname she used for her nurse since infancy, she started crawling towards the mangled body. Carefully lifting the nurses head, she weeped as she kept crying out her name, as she softly caressed her nurses face. In fact she was so engulfed with the horror spread out before her young and unexperienced eyes, she , for a moment, forgot the cause of her bloody misery. But she, to the contrary had ,unwillingly and unconsciously, drawn the attention of the entire band of robbers to herself. And the leader, ever so slowly, was pacing around her, making his circles smaller with every round, like a hungry wolf. And Lucy was oblivious of this, not used to this amount of violence, and completely shocked out of her wits. She just kept sobbing, untill, finally, two black boots with metal studs appeared in her line of sight. Her sobs stopped abruptly as her head snapped up to face the man in the boots. Lucy squealed, barely audible by the lack of air, as she somehow managed to gasp in shock and disbelief at the same time.

The man towering over her smirked down on her with a devilish grin. His face was adorned with metal, something the princess never saw before. Metal was used for weapons, traditionally. Not as face decoration. His hair was black as the feathers of a raven, and was tied back in a low tail, reaching all the way down to his waist. He was dressed in black leather, top to bottom, and somehow Lucy had the mind to think that was odd, as the only leather she knew was brown. And usually only farmers used it, but with the fur still attached to it, and to keep warm, not as clothing. This leather was the darkest black she had ever seen, and, like his face, it was decorated with metal, without any purpose. He wore a black cloack,that seemed to be made of the skin of a black wolf. The man himself looked almost wolflike.

When Lucy looked back up at his face, she saw his crimson eyes shimmer with sattisfaction, and something she never saw in a man's eyes before. But she did know it made her feel uncomfortable.

"Like what ya see, princess?"

His voice rumbled trough the air sending vibrations trough her chest, making her shiver. Stuppified by the impact his voice had, she failed to answer him appropriately, even though etiquette demanded her to say at least something. But fear had frozen her brain, and the poor princess could not even remember the question. Amused by the obvious fear in her face, the wolflike robber chuckled mischievously, as he looked at her, sitting next to the dead body of her nurse, kneeling in her pink corset dress, wich made her large assets look even more impressive. And the fact that she was covered in that much blood; The sight almost intoxicated him. Once again his voice rumbled over the otherwise silent open meadow in the forest.

"I sure love what I'm seeing. I'm surprised that dress can hold your boobs in place."

Not completely unfamiliar with the rather indecent term, Lucy looked down at her own figure and blushed as she realised what view the man must have. Shocked by that same undefinable look in his eyes, the princess let go of the dead nurse, and started crawling backwards, back to the insuficient and honestly non existant safety of her demolished chariot. The man in black followed her with slow, certain steps, stepping over the bodies like they were mere logs. Stricken with fear Lucy kept crawling back until she hit the shattered wall of her chariot, and the man only needed one more step to stand right in front of her. Faintly she could hear the other robbers chuckling in anticipation, and for a brief moment she realised she didn't want to find out what they were so merry about. The next moment, their leader crouched down before her, his face on eyelevel, only inches away from hers.

"It's a shame, little blondie, that your beautifull dress is ruined. A princess should not be covered with blood, don't 'ya agree?"

When Lucy nodded shortly, he continued.

"Right. But see. I don't have any fancy dresses for you to wear. And I can't take you home like this."

"Home?" Lucy managed to whimper the one word, just loud enough for him to hear.

Apparently the sound of her fear amused him. He smirked, and reached out for her hand. Not sure what was happening, she took his hand, taken completely by surprise as he yanked her to her feet and pushed her back against the remnants of the chariot. His dirty, left index finger, also adorned with a piece of metal that engulfed his finger like a piece of armor, flicked under the strap of her blood covered hood, severing it, causing it to drop to the ground. Holding her by her troath, the man grabbed a strand of the blond hair, that came loose from her traditional updo. Rubbing it between his thumb and indexfinger, he sniffed the perfume she sprayed on her hair every morning.

"Good thing your hair didn't get ruined with blood."

Lucy trembled in disgust as he let go of her hair and trailed his metal adorned finger along the side of her body, down to her waist and to the front, hooking his metal armored finger under the laces of her corset dress. His face came closer to hers as he smirked.

"Lets get you out of this dress. It's ruined anyway."

The band of robbers started laughing and cheering, and one of them even encouraged him.

"Yeah, you go Gajeel! Strip her naked!"

Lucy's eyes popped open at the mere thought of these scoundrels seeing her naked, and she intended to plea with the man in black, but bit her tongue when he snapped his face to the right, his red eyes glowing with fury as he snarled at the robber that had encouraged him.

"For the last time, serpent! You call me boss, or you shut your face! Do not call my fucking name in front of my prey!"

Lucy felt herself shrink a bit at the word 'prey', even more fearfull of coming events. The man slowly turned his face back to look at her, and smiled wide enough to bare his fangs at her.

"Now, where was I? O right. This infernal dress!"

"Please..." Lucy begged him, but he only smirked in response

With one quick move of his wrist, he cut the laces of the corset and ripped the fabric from her figure, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Lucy flinched as her dress rustled to the muddy road beneath her feet, closing her eyes as she averted her face, so she wouldn't have to see the look on his face. Watching her discomfort, Gajeel decided he wanted to make her squirm even more. Slowly he bent down, and with a quick flick of his tongue, he licked some of the blood of the rounds of her voluptuous mounds. He heard her gasp in shock, and her perky breasts moved a little as she did. Thrilled and entertained, he licked her clean, before standing straight again. He wiped his mouth slowly, as to let her take in the full horror of what he just did. Not taking his eyes of her he gestured one of his men to come. The robber come closer, handing his boss a rope. Taking it from him, Gajeel took one of Lucy's wrists, bound the rope around it and then started tying her other wrist to it. When her hands were securely confined, he crouched at her feet, binding them like he bound her hands. Without another word or warning, he pulled her down over his shoulder, lifting her of her feet as he stood up. Awakened by the sudden realisation that she was about to be kidnapped, the princess started kicking her legs and screaming, all the while squirming on his shoulder to get free. Abruptly he put her on his feet and hit her in the face with the back of his hand. Lucy was sure she tasted blood when she looked at him in shock.

"Shut it blondie. Nobody will hear you anyway. Everyone who could have heard you is dead. Dead ,you hear! If you make a sound, even the slightest squeal, I'll cut you."

Lucy sobbed again, but stopped immediately when he raised his hand again.

"Good girl. Maybe I won't kill you. If you're good, I might keep you. After breaking your spirit a bit ofcourse. "

He chuckled shortly at her horror stricken face, blindfolded her, and lifter her onto his shoulder again. Lucy shed her tears in silence as they started to march trough the woods, leading to a place only the robbers knew, and maybe, have mercy, the gods would see her predicament.