Pierre: Chrome96 doesn't own Sable Prince in any way.

Chrome96: Well here part 2 of my 3 sectioned Valentine special!

Chrome96: This is the first request by MeikoKuran999. Enjoy!

"How much farther until the next village, Pierre?" Vilof said as he grew tired of walking from town to town as he usually did. He looked to the side to his attendant, who had a difficult time keeping up with him with all of the stuff to carry.

"Well were directly in between the towns so not for awhile. We can stop is you need to though." Pierre as he tried to avoid the look of annoyance that he could feel Vilof giving him, like it was his fault that they weren't near the next town. Vilof sighed in pure annoyance and began grumbling slightly at how tired he was everything.

"I'm tired of walking. I'm tired of how long this is taking. I'm tired of this necklace. I'm tired of you, Pierre." Vilof said almost rapid fire, under his breath as he crossed his arms. Before Vilof could complain anymore he heard rustling in the bushes next to them. Vilof glanced over at them but sifted his eyes away like he saw nothing.

"Sorry about that , Lord Vilof but did you hear a noise just now?" Pierre said trying to look around Vilof for the source of the sound. Vilof looked over and glared and his attendant hard enough that it made Pierre flinch back. "N-Nevermind." Pierre mumbled as they continued on their way. However Pierre stole worried glances at the bush next to Vilof. He couldn't see anything with Vilof in the way constantly though.

Before Pierre could take another look a rough looking guy, probably just a petty thief, launched himself at Vilof with a small knife. "Lord Vilof!"
Pierre shouted as he dropped the stuff and unsheathed his sword to successfully block the knife from hitting Vilof. Vilof took a step back calmly and before Pierre could react a second assailant came out and tried to go after Vilof. Pierre had no time to get to Vilof if the assaulter if he passed him so Pierre made a swift movement so he stood in front of Vilof and the knife. Pierre saw his vision go red as he coughed up the blood that seemed ever so eager to escape him. The knife had lodged itself in Pierre's stomach leaving him with no energy as he lurched forward. Vilof stood in disbelief which in a split second turned to rage before he ripped his necklace off his necklace. Vilof turned to the two people who attacked him and growled deep and frightening. "Lord Vilof." Pierre managed to say as he watched the guys run away in fight through a hazy vision. Vilof quickly turned to Pierre at the sound of his voice.

"I thought you were supposed to be skilled." Vilof laughed bitterly as he knelt and picked up Pierre body off the ground. "Why did you get yourself stabbed for me?" Why indeed. Wasn't Pierre's mission to kill Vilof's father? The evil man who destroyed his home and killed his father? So why?
Why did he get himself stabbed for that wretched man son? Pierre just couldn't stand the thought of Vilof getting killed. There was a pain in his chest at just the thought. Was this possible? Yes, Pierre realized as he looked at Vilof's black eyes and looked as if they led into a abyss. This was the first time he was the prince concerned.

"Lord Vilof." Pierre said as his vision began to fuzz out more and more. He smiled softly as he began to fade away from blood loss. "I love you." Pierre said these final words as he drifted from consciousness and slowly.

"Wait Pierre!" Vilof shouted at the limp body of his once companion. "I said wait goddamn it!" Vilof shouted loudly as his voice cracked and he felt frustration begin to form. He hugged Pierre's unmoving body as he didn't know what to do. Flashbacks to his past and what his father had done and of his mother began to flash through Vilof's mind rapid fire. He finally understood why his father took his mother from hr grave why he did what he did. Although it still hurt and there was nothing he could do about it. They were to far from the next town and Pierre life had left him before his eyes. Vilof tightly shut his eyes in a mixture of anger, frustration and depression.

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"I love you too, Pierre. So please... Wake up"

Chrome96: Lots of tears in these past two posts.

Chrome96: Well I hope you enjoyed anyways! Thanks for reading!