I got the inspiration for this from a fellow author, CourtneyHowlett. R&R!


Edward

I sit quietly in the war room, drinking the finest French wine, waiting for the latest word on the search for Isabella. She should know better that to run off like that, like a common whore. But, tis no matter, we'll find her soon enough. She has no idea the punishment she'll receive for this act of treason and treachery, not one single idea. I don't care if her father is the King of the richest part of the land. I look up as the door opens, reveling a messenger I have been waiting for.

"My prince, the latest word from the search party. 'Still no sign of the princess.'"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO SIGN OF HER!" I yell, the wine I had been drinking fueling my rage and disappointment.

"I'm just a messenger sir." I stand to full height and walk over to him, making sure I don't appear drunk. I drunk prince would be a sign to a bad rule. My great grandfather is proof of that. Appeared at a cabinet meeting drunk, and was forced to hand control to my grandfather. Sad story really.

"Tis important that I have her back, and soon. She's not a fast runner, therefore, she could not have made it that far. Search all areas surrounding the castle, even if it means the savages land." He nods and runs off to tell the captain of the guards. I rub my head as I sit, reaching for my wine.

"Pardon my pestering brother, but why look for her? I thought you didn't care for her." My youngest sibling, Jasper, acknowledges. I sigh at the thought of having to explain it to him. He's not really my full brother anyway. Bastard born, but one of fathers favorites. So, he had him legitimized, and made him my second in command once I am king.

"I don't, your right. But I need the riches and the army that comes with the marriage alliance. With out those, my Kingdom will fall apart." I explain, taking a gulp of the wine. He's not slow or anything, but I just hate explaining my plans to anyone. Tis a horrid habit I picked up from my father, but it made it so I lasted this long with no attempts on my life. I count myself extremely lucky.

"Tis Gods will that we have this alliance with her country Jasper. For in a short while, father will hand me the throne, and I will become King. Not appointed by my father, but by God." I rant, standing up and exiting the room.

"Mark my word, I will be a king who will rule not only with a military, but with fear." I throw over my shoulder closing the doors with a bang.

Jacob

Why I do this to me? Why place myself to marry an unknown woman not of this tribe? Or any tribe for that matter. I should have listen to Ateara and killed her. I should have driven my spear through her heart, make sure she did not run back and tell her people where mine are. Only the spirits know why I did not kill her.. The scene replays itself constantly.

Flashback

"Re lokela ho ba le boar khōlō sefi seo!" Clearwater says, jumping for joy at his first hunt. I smile at his happiness, to finally be part of the tribe's hunting party.

"Khoba matšoafo u ithata, kapa u ka 'na a oa a." Uley says, calming down the young warrior. Uley has always kept a calm demeanor, which casts a sense of mysteriousness around him, which he enjoys and thanks the spirits for.

"Ha ke nahana hore ke sa boar. Shebahalang joaloka re tšoasoa itsebang kateng sera sa moloko!" Cameron shouts. I run forward, and there is indeed a young woman in our trap. By look of her footprints, she was likely running away from her kingdom. Or possibly an abusive husband.

"U tseba melao Jakobo." Lahote says, handing me a spear. I take it, and is about ready to stab right at her heart, when she turns. I see the most beautiful face, which is almost entirely covered with long, black hair. I drop my spear, now unable to kill her.

"U ntse u etsang?!" Call shouts. I lower my arm into the trap, and with ease, lift her out.

"Pholosang hae. Ha ke na le pelo ea ho bolaea." I say, ignoring the howls of protest coming from them. She fits perfectly in my arms, and never has she tried to awaken from her slumber. She looks peaceful.

"U tlōla molao!" Cameron shouts, trying to lunge forward to attack her.

"Hlasela hae, 'me ke iphetetse." I answer back, ignoring the law once more. I walk past them, ignoring the looks they gave me. No one will hurt her now. Not while there is air in my chest.


We must have a big boar in that trap

Calm down or you may fall in

I don't think its a boar. Looks like we caught an enemy of a tribe

You know the rules Jacob

What are you doing

Saving her. I don't have the heart to kill

Your breaking the law

Attack her, and I retaliate.