Chapter 6: Price for a Princess

His boots clicked on the stone ground as he followed her through the twisting and dark streets. 'Huh. Same god damn street. She's fucking lost! In her own town!'He quickly glanced at his pocket watch and came to an abrupt stop. He watched glance between the two roads. 'She is hopeless'With a sigh he put the watch back into the breast pocket in his vest. "You're lost. Aren't you?"

She looked at the two streets harder. 'Come on I am not giving into Him.' She try to force herself to remember. 'Oh! Who am I fooling? I have no idea were I'm going'. She jumped as she felt his hand slip into hers'. Her eyes found his and they locked. Suddenly she turned away.

"Listen Princess if your lost says so ye-sh!" He announced. "You looked ridicules wondering around like a common street whore." He pulled her and she followed. "These streets are not for you. Welcome to the slums! Full of pimps, whores, drunks – ?"

"I don't need your help!" She snapped back, thrusting her hand back to her side. An elderly man walked up to him. Sorry, an elderly man stumbled his way to him.

"May I help you?" Her guardian asked, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow.

He grined toothlessly at the girl. "How much?" He asked. "For one night?"

She looked up at her guardian as he shrugged and looked down at her. "Don't know. How much you got?" A menacing smile swept across his face. Her eyes opened wide in questioning. He lend down and whispered, "So, Princess. You wanted to wander this street, you think you can do this on your own. Fine, but remember, you live in a time where it's mostly where your a whore or property." He lifted his head away from her. "Well, how much do you cost? Princess?"

"I-I..." Her heart racing, she didn't know how to answer."Um............" She examined the old drunken man. His clothes were tattered and torn. It told her that he wasn't rich which meant... "I'm sixty pieces of gold and twenty pieces of silver."

The drunk eyed her carefully and shrugged. "To expensive," and left.

Her breath became heavier and her heart raced faster, even when the streets were well empty. The only sound she heard besides her heart beat was her guardian's laughter. "Well, Princess you ARE an expensive piece of love!"

She shaply turned at him. "That wasn't funny! I could have lost my innocents right then and there! I fucking hate you!"

He started to calm his laughter to chuckles. "Well like me or not Princess but I am your only safety if your going to wander here at night." He yanked his hair band out and ran his hand through his bland locks. "Greatness above! I haven't laughed that well in ages."

"Hm." She huffed and turned her back to him and began walking. "I'm so glade that I was you entertainment. You are an ass."

He raised his hand up in defence. "Whoa. Naughty words coming from the Princess! I must be in serious shit now, huh?" He chuckled at his sarcasm. "So, how about we go home now."

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"Roke. How much do you think this costs?" Samuel asked lifting up a small golden pocket watch from the end table. Shinning it on his jacket than eying it carefully. Roke chuckled at his friend.

"Don't know, but it's gold, so, pretty expensive." Roke answered picking the watch up from Samuel. "Hm... a few gold coins by the weight of it." He smiled and began whistling an anonymous tune while slipping the watch into his own pocket. Samuel in turn laughed.

"Abby, she will be home soon. I know she will." Elizabeth's voice sounded through the hallway towards the room the men were in. They quickly got into the two chairs in front of the fire place. Roke picked up a random book while Samuel started up a pipe.

"Maybe we should send Samuel and Roke out o find her. I'm so worried Liz!" She said as she walked into the door. Both men had their attention at the door. Elizabeth and Abigale, both stopped in the door frame.

"I'm sorry but we couldn't help over hearing." Roke began as he closed the book and placed it on the side table. "Your younger sister is missing?" The ladies nodded.

Samuel placed the unlit pipe down next to the book and stood up. "You want us to find her? It is already starting to rain."

Abigale sighed and rubbed her temples. "No. She'll be home soon."