Ok, so I'm adding a new story to my group. I am taking over Hurt for ViridianLight, so if you like some of my stuff but want it darker, bloodier, and just plain more violent, you can look at the first chapters on my profile and then read my chapters a little farther down. Please review and tell me if it's awful, you like it, it's amazing, or flame it. I don't really care. I just want to know if my writing sucks so I can get better, so click the little hyperlink at the bottom with the talk bubble and tell me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, nor the characters, and I was not alive in feudal times, so I have no clue what it was like, so please excuse any misinformation.

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The bright morning light bounced through my tent walls and into my eyes, along with the voices of Nudge and Angel.

"Max, Max, get up! We need to do your hair and make-up! Oh, and you have to wear a dress today, but you can't fight us again like yesterday, you almost tore down the tent! What are we going to put you in, you could wear the blue dress with white embroidery, the pink one with gold on it, or the purple one Lady..."

"Nudge! One, I am wearing my brown and beige riding suit. Second, you both will be coming with me because, according to my parents, I can not dress appropriately for a state dinner. Third, did you know anything about the new knight in my regiment?"

"Oh, the cute, dark one? Yeah, we knew he was coming, but not that he would be so cute!"

"You guys are dead," I couldn't wait to get them alone, on a dark night, with a raiper...(It's a kind of long, thin sword.)

"Well," Angel said, well, angelically, "You might want to kill us later because we are leaving in two hours."

"Two hours! Why didn't someone wake me up sooner?"

"Because you were sleeping, and we didn't want to disturb you."

Growling, I threw on my brown riding pants with my small top and length jacket that went halfway down my thighs. As I went outside, I noticed all of the horses were saddled and ready to go, except two. My Firestorm and the black stallion belonging to Fang.

Oh, great. I thought. What a lovely way to make my day better dear Fangles.

So, with wit and sarcasm intact, I went to Fang's private tent to wake the lolligagger up. Without thinking, I barged into the tent without knocking and blushed hard enough to almost make my ears fall off.

He was halfway done dressing, his greaves and chainmail kilt strapped over his leggings, and his tunic pulled down only a few inches, exposing his chest.

Gods above and below! How in the world did he get his abs to look like that? Without the stiffling obscurity of woven cloth covering his chest, Fang looked like Lord War marching into battle. on his cot was his elegant broadsword, which did capture my attention for a moment.

Finally, I cleared my head enough to proclaim in my best 'Listen to Me Now' voice, "We leave in one hour. Pull your stuff together, saddle your horse, and get moving, otherwise we are leaving you behind."

I turned away to feel his smirk and sinfully delicious eyes boring into my back. Holding my head high, I walked out to the stables to saddle Firestorm. When I got there, the stable hands remaining were torn between holding Firestorm and the stallion. They saw me and there was a universal cry of, "Princess!" So, to start, I went to Fire, who paused in her rearing and sqealing to watch me. I went up to her and scratched her neck, and whispered into her ear just for kicks, because even the most experianced of the stable hands hadn't ever seen anything like the way I could calm Firestorm. Then, once I got out of my thoughts, I noticed something; the stallion wasn't screaming anymore. His attention was fixed on a figure lounging on the doorway. As Fang came closer, the stallion bowed his head toward the ground, a kind of bow, I suppose.

I looked closer at the mysterious knight and one question came to mind, 'Who are you?' What kind of regular knight from the Sea Kingdom comes to the Northern Kingdom and serves as both a knight and their ambassador? What kind of knight had a horse nearly as fine as Firestorm, and when it sees him, it bows? Who are you Sir Nickolai?