A/N: So, apparently everyone hates Jagang, lol. Yes he is a character from the book, but I have changed it a bit so what he can do is a little different than what he can do in the books. I have to apologize as well. This story has gone on far longer than intended. I could have split this story in two, but unfortunately I did not and now I have to finish it as is. I'm sorry if this seems a bit rushed, but I know how difficult it can be to read something so long. Thanks for all your patience!

Taken

Her head was pounding as she awoke. The room was warm from the hundreds of candles that filled the room, illuminating it in light. She was laying on comfortable linens and colourful pillows on a massive bed that took up the majority of the room. She glanced around, suddenly feeling very cautious and worried. Where was she? She didn't know what was going on. She felt something around her neck. She reached for it and felt smooth steel. The coolness somewhat calmed her as her heart raced from the anxiety of not know what was going on. Her long brown hair fell down at her shoulders and she felt a chill run up her spine. What was going on?

She stood up as she heard someone enter the room. She was confused at how breezy it was. She looked down and gasped at her garments. She was wearing barely anything. Her top was red in colour but only covered her breasts and arms. Her taut stomach was completely bare and only interrupted by a gold chain that draped around her hips like a belt. Her satin skirt started just before her pelvic line and had a slit running up the side of it. She felt very exposed and wanted nothing more but to cover her shame.

"Kahlan, good morning," a man stepped into the room. He was huge, bigger than any man she had seen before…not that she remembered seeing any man before. Kahlan he said her name. She hadn't realized that she didn't even know her own name. Kahlan it was…now what was her family name…

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" she stammered, her hands in fists. His black eyes scared her. His eyes were completely black and had no white like normal eyes, just all coal black. He smiled at her lasciviously. He was at least 6 and half feet tall and had a muscular build. He wore gold chains around his neck and had piercings in his ears and nose. His skin was tanned and he had no hair atop his massive head. He walked over to her and held his calloused hand out.

"Kahlan, my dear. You've hit your head pretty hard," he smiled at her, "come, my love. Allow me to introduce you to your sisters," he took her hand and gently pulled her from the room. Kahlan was distinctly aware to take note of the building she was in. It was decorated lavishly and there were servants running about like mad. The walls were painted in reds, gold's and oranges, like fire. It matched her outfit perfectly. The smell was sweet and she could tell there was incense burning. As they passed the corridors, Kahlan caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors. She tried grasping what she looked like, tried remembering who she was. She felt oddly out of place here, regardless of how beautiful it was.

He brought her to a room full of beautiful women dressed as she. They all welcomed her in and sat her down. They began fiddling with her hair, pulling up the loose strands and placing jewels in it. The big man who had guided her there sat in a massive chair, built, seemingly, of gold. The velvet cushions were purple in colour and his black outfit seemed out of place in such a colourful place. He smiled over at her, awaiting her to speak.

"Who are you?" Kahlan questioned as the women fussed around her, poking holes through her ears, pulling gold jewelry on her arms and neck. The man's smile widened at her, showing his perfect radiant white teeth. He leaned forward and took her in with his black eyes.

"My name is Jagang."

Kahlan had been missing for at least two days now. They were heading back towards the People's Palace so Richard could take the throne and gather men together to go and fight against this tyrant that was holding Kahlan. His Kahlan. He didn't want to leave her, didn't want to waste anytime knowing she was with such an evil man. He had to push his mind to not think of her as when he did, he often felt like we would loose his mind knowing what was probably going on. From what Cara had told him, Kahlan would most likely be trained in the art of seduction and entertainment – to use her femininity to kill. She would be brainwashed and most likely raped. His fist hardened and he broke the quill he was holding. Stop thinking about that he reprimanded himself. He sighed and dropped the quill to his side. He picked up another and continued to write his formal letter, accepting the throne from the man he had killed – his brother Darken Rahl.

She raised her arms as the other women did and moved her body to the music. These moves felt foreign to her and they seemed terribly erotic but she liked the attention she was getting. The men around them cheered and hooted as they moved to the music, their hips swaying seductively to the beat of the drums. Her bangles clinked together as she moved and she could feel the curls on her head bouncing.

Jagang had told her she was his prize. No man was going to touch her…They could look, but not touch. He had given her a special gift- a piercing right at her navel with a blue sapphire attached to it. None of the other women had it. He said he had given it to her to show everyone how special she was. The other women made their way into the crowd and ran their hands over the men. They were seductresses Jagang had told her. They were trained assassins that he personally trained himself. They were all as deadly as they were beautiful.

Kahlan could feel the men's eyes on her as she moved. She could feel the warmth of the candles and embraced the colours of the tent as she danced. She enjoyed the attention, but not exactly this kind of attention. She grimaced as she moved to the right with her hip. She could have sworn one of her ribs was broken. She couldn't shake this uncomfortable feeling with all of this.

Jagang had told her that she had chosen to come with them and that she had been with them for some time now. She must have hit her head pretty hard when she fell from the stage as he had told her because she didn't remember anything. She couldn't understand why she'd want to come and join him in his brutal quest.

Over the past few weeks with him, she had seen how brutally he had treated his people, treated her. He at first told her that she loved him but she didn't think she ever did. She told him so, too. In a rage of anger, he had kicked her in her right side, causing her to spit out some blood. She knew then and there that something wasn't right.

These women, when they stared at him, stared at him in wonderment. Kahlan found herself doing it at times as well and couldn't quite understand why. He was eerily attractive and scarily strong. He commanded all the men at the camp and had no friendships with any of them. She had never seen a man so dangerously deadly.

Her heart skipped a beat as he entered the room, his eyes fixated on her. He had told her that she was the prettiest of them all and that he would only have her. With his eyes locked on her, she knew it would be tonight. She cringed at the thought of it. She didn't know if she'd ever been with a man and feared what would come of it.

Jagang held a hand up and the music halted. He stepped forward and all the men in the room went silent. "Kahlan, my queen," he held his hand to her. She stepped forward gracefully and placed her delicate hands in his. His hands looked like a giants compared to hers. His eyes looked like coal as he stared down at her "tonight, we dance alone."

"You want us to believe that you are the new Lord Rahl, and that you expect us to follow you into battle to slay one of the most deadliest armies out there for this Mother Confessor that we've been fighting against for years," General Bronston gave Richard a look, "Forgive me for being skeptical here, but who do you think you are?" his gray eyes bore into Richard's. He was a tall man, about the same height as Richard with a smaller build. His dirty blonde hair was messy as he had just taken off his helmet to greet them.

"He is the Lord Rahl," Cara growled, "he killed that tyrant Darken who was his brother. His father was Panis Rahl…can you not feel the bond?" she asked. Richard often wondered what Cara meant by this bond she spoke of. She had told him that any D'Haran born within Panis Rahl's rule would have the inept ability to sense Lord Rahl. All soldiers and all Mord'Stih were required to have this for the Lord's protection. He didn't quite understand it, but realized it must have worked as Cara was able to know where he was on more than one occasion without him telling her.

The General nodded in agreement, "I do. It just seems a bit far-fetched. I mean, forgive me Seeker, but only months ago we were fighting against each other and now you expect us to fight with you,"

Richard looked out to the expanse of the People's Palace and at the awaiting faces. He had summoned all dignitaries and all the D'Haran generals to witness him taking the throne and needed them to understand quickly what he needed in return. He needed them to join him. He didn't have this time to be wasting, Kahlan's life was in danger and all he could think of was saving her.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he stood up and pushed his chair back, "About a year and a half ago, I was confronted by the Mother Confessor. I was nothing but a simple Woods guide living in Westland where no magic existed. The Mother Confessor was seeking a man, a man to bring justice to the people not only for the Midlands, but for D'Hara as well," he began walking around the room, "Darken Rahl was my brother. I only just found this out after I had killed him. This man, my birth brother, did terrible things to your people and the people of the Midlands. He raped, tortured, butchered them and sent men to their deaths in fruitless battles only for his own benefit. My father, Panis Rahl, knew of his son's evil ways. He therefore laid with my mother so as she could give birth to me… the man who would defeat him and give both Midlands and D'Hara their freedom once more," Richard put his hand to his chest as he spoke, "I neither enjoy death nor do I enjoy battle. However I know the rewards of both. I understand that blood must flow in order for us to have freedom," he turned to the General, "I've freed D'Hara from the evil clutches of my brother. I did it, regardless of whether or not it was my duty to." Richard stepped closer, "Now, just as I've shown you freedom, I am asking that D'Hara take up her responsibility for the years of tyranny and fight for freedom once more. Together. With the Midlands united." Richard exhaled, "I do not demand it of you, General. I am not my brother," he stared at him intently, "I'm asking you."

The General looked dumbstruck at him, "D'Hara is in shambles right now. Since Darken Rahl's decline, my men aren't sure of what to think or of where to go…"

Richard cut him off, "and now I'm here. To claim what's mine. It is my birth right to be in this position…my destiny," he placed a fist on the table in anger. He took a calming breath, "I'm not here to dictate as my brother did. I demand equality and democracy. I demand freedom for my people; every one of them, including my soldiers," he looked intently at the crowd around him, "I will rule this land in fairness. This is why I have called all of you here today. You are my counsel. I seek your guidance. I will not kill you for speaking against me. You have that right. I am asking you, as the new Lord Rahl, to stand by me in my quest. The Mother Confessor has risked her life on countless occasions for her people," Richard ran a hand through his hair, "we are to be married shortly." There were gasps amongst the crowd. "Our union will bring together both the Midlands and D'Hara. We will once again be a land of peace and freedom." He sighed, "but first we need her back. She's being held captive by the Order. I need the support of our surrounding troops. She needs to be here in order for the union of our lands to happen."

The General was about to say something when a councilman spoke up, "you speak the truth," he nodded, his head full of grey hair bobbing. "With the Order growing in numbers, both our lands are in danger. It would be wise of us to join with the Midlands and fight against this foe. To do so, we will need the counsel of the Mother Confessor. The Midlands will not join with us without her," he spoke, his eyes full of wisdom.

The General huffed.

"Freedom for what? His future bride!" he exclaimed, "We would be throwing our men into a battle that we cannot win."

Another general spoke up, "cannot win without the Midlands support, which we cannot get until the Mother Confessor is freed," he glared at General Bronston. He turned to Richard, "you have my troops to the east, Lord Rahl. We will fight for this freedom you speak of…it's been a long time in coming." He clasped hands with Richards. Others began to join in, shaking Richard's hand, making oaths to him. General Bronston shook his head in disbelief.

"I cannot believe you all are falling for this nonsense," the General glared over at Richard, "this is foolish," Richard sighed and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.

"General Bronston, as I said before, I am not my brother. You think I am foolish, that's fine. I will not force you to join in this quest. Hand in your sword and you have every right to leave, no reproccutions." Richard held his hand out. The General stood for a moment contemplating. He then lifted his scabbard over his head and dropped his sword in Richard's hands. "Good luck." He stated as he walked out the door. Zedd gave him a comforting look and placed a hand on his back. Richard turned to the crowd once more as his eyes went wide. Everyone in the room had dropped to their knees, smiles on their faces.

In unison, they each spoke the words, "lead us, Lord Rahl."

"My Kahlan," he smiled and ran his hands down her smooth shoulders, "your training is going well. Soon you'll be able to utilize your skills you've acquired through my training," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her soft skin. She held the sheets up over her breasts, over the numerous bruises he had left on her. She felt numb from everything. She felt as though she was losing a bit of herself every day. She was constantly questioning him, especially when he beat her. She would go to bed in anger, but wake up falling more and more in love with this man. She didn't understand what was happening to her. She felt his warm fingers running up her spine as he lay beside her completely naked. The warmth of the candlelight warmed her slightly and gave her some small form of comfort. Jagang sat up and pulled her face towards his, "my queen, is something wrong?" he questioned, his black, soulless eyes taking her in. She smiled at him in response.

"I think I'm ready," she said to him, her blue eyes staring at his. He gave her a lopsided grin.

"That so?" he questioned, his hand reaching under the sheet to fondle her as she spoke. She smiled lustfully at him and licked her lips.

"Oh I'm ready"

She was excited to be able to prove herself to maybe not Jagang but at least to herself. At least she was able to do something of importance. She knew how important of a man Jagang was, regardless of his brutality, and knew that she was prepared to do what she had to do to protect him and his men.

He had been training her over the last month on how to seduce, how to intoxicate a man with pure unadulterated lust. She knew she'd do well at it. All the other women were jealous at how easily it came to her. She must have been trained before and she just didn't remember.

She smiled at herself in the mirror, at the woman staring back at her. Her top barely covered her breasts and didn't leave much to the imagination. It was a dark blue in colour. Her cleavage rose and fell with every breath she took. She wore gold necklaces along with her silver ring around her neck. Jagang always told her it was there for her protection. She didn't know what it was, but trusted what he said. Her long hair was pulled up in piles on her head and loose curls fell, framing her pale face slightly. Her skirt was again slit up the sides, allowing her long, luscious legs to peek through. She wore bangles up her arms and anklets on her feet. Her sapphire navel piercing sparkled in the candlelight. She dabbed herself in perfume and reached for the most important tool of all – her dagger. She attached it to her hip, underneath her skirt. Taking one last look in the mirror, she turned to Jagang who was smiling at her with perfect teeth, "Impress me, my queen."

Richard, Zedd and Cara had been travelling up the mountains again, this time with a herd of hundreds of D'Haran soldiers behind them. They had found the exact location of Jagang's encampment through the use of spies and Wizard's spells from Zedd. It had taken them nearly two weeks to travel up north, but they travelled hard as Richard was eager to set Kahlan free.

They made there way up past the ravines and through the numerous rivers. They travelled past the city of Kounder and even farther past the ancient ruins of Lothry. He didn't realize how hard he had been pushing them until Zedd finally told him they needed to rest. His men would be no good to them without rest.

After a good night of peace, they headed out again. When they were certain they were close enough without giving themselves away, the set up camp. Richard still knew that Jagang would know of their presence. He wanted him to. He wanted Jagang to sweat a little bit.

"Lord Rahl," General Cormier, an older man, the first general to agree to Richard's demands spoke. He had turned out to be a good friend and a good ally to have. His knowledge on battle tactics was crucial and Richard was truly grateful for the man's wisdom. "I think it's best if we attack at night. The majority of his men will either be drunk or sleeping and those standing guard will be easy to take down." Richard grasped at his sword as he pondered the man's words. They would certainly kill Kahlan if they did that...unless they already had. He shook his head not wanting to think of that. He needed to think of something else…and fast.

"They'll kill the Mother Confessor at the first sign of danger." Richard leaned against a tent pole. Zedd nodded in approval. Cara piped in

"We can send in small troops one at the east end, one at the west one south and one north. The first battalion sent in will search for the Mother Confessor and grab her. After, each battalion will attack from their respected areas one after the other, surrounding them," she offered. Richard shook his head again.

Zedd offered some help, "we could douse them in Wizards spell, confusing them and then attack. I can head straight for Kahlan and protect her the best I can while the rest fight off those monsters." The General gave him a questioning look. Zedd shrugged, "it's a thought." Cara rolled her eyes.

Richard stood up straight, ignoring their options. "I've got it." He turned to Zedd, "do you know what the Order's battle armour looks like?" Zedd nodded in response, "Suit me up, Zedd."

She'd been waiting for this day for some time now. She was trained and ready to kill. This Lord Rahl was coming, Jagang had told her. Apparantly the poor soul had set up a small encampment to the north thinking they could seize their massive army. Kahlan almost pitied the fools. It would be over soon enough. Jagang had ordered his men to let the Lord Rahl in. He had given the task to her to kill him. Such an honour it would be, to kill one of Jagang's adversaries. She couldn't be more happy.

Richard always felt uncomfortable in armour. It weighed him down too much and he wasn't as agile. Zedd had managed to suit Richard up in the armour of the Order. The plan was simple; sneak in, find Kahlan, get her out of there and then attack with the D'Haran army. He didn't want to gain any land, or even win. Richard simply wanted to start the battle, scare Jagang a bit, let him know they wouldn't be pushed. Once Kahlan would be free, she could gather the Midlands army and they could fight together, as one, destroying the Order.

He was surprised at how easily the men accepted him in, not questioning where he came from or asking why they'd never seen him before. It did strike him odd but he didn't have the time or the patience to question it. Kahlan was far more important.

"Hey you!" a voice called to him. Richard placed his hand instinctively on his sword. A big burly man with fire-red hair grabbed Richard by the arm, "You don't wanna miss this, come on," he pulled Richard along with him towards one of the massive tents. The brigade had set up thousands of tents along the encampment. Drunken soldiers were everywhere as were loose women. Richard was shocked at the sight of seeing couples having sex right in public alleyways. He couldn't fathom this world and found himself getting angry at thinking Kahlan had to suffer here.

He allowed the man to pull him into one of the tents that was lit by hundreds of candles. Soft drumming hummed in the background as the man sat him down next to him, "the queens coming on soon…you'll like her. Prettiest of the bunch," he winked at Richard, showing his three teeth he still had left. Richard frowned, not interested in watching any shows. He needed to find Kahlan. Somehow he had to get out of this stuffy tent. He turned his head in her direction when the hooting and hollering started. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped at seeing her.

Kahlan came on the stage, swaying her hips in ways he had only dreamed of. She was wearing barely any clothing showing off parts of her only he and her mother had ever seen. He began to seethe as he watched the men around him gaping at her. What was she doing? She had a look on her face she gave to no one but him. His anger was boiling and he was ready to get up, wrap a blanket around her and cut off every single man's manhood in the room. He took a deep breath and remembered Cara telling him that Jagang brainwashed his women. He was a dream walker. He sucked in a breath at realizing Kahlan probably had been brainwashed. He wondered if she would even recognize him. He slowly took his chainmail off his head, waiting to see a reaction from her.

She kept dancing and spinning, dropping to the ground with the music. The men hollered as she ran her hands down the front of her down her breasts, down her stomach. Richard glared at her, trying to calm himself down, trying not to over-react. The music stopped as she finished. She stood up and gave the crowd a lustful smile and stepped off the stage. She walked down the aisle, slowly, allowing each man to have a good look at her. She was about to reach Richard's aisle when her eyes caught his. She stopped dead in her tracks. His heart was pounding as she looked at him, confusion on her face. She recognized him, but he could tell she had no idea why. He suddenly just wanted to hold her, protect her. He knew he couldn't right now. For her safety and for his. She grinned at him and walked over to him. The men were hollering as she stepped in front of him. He looked up at her and didn't move an inch. She raised an eyebrow over one of her beautiful blue eyes, "Who's this?" she questioned, her eyes staring deep into his. She leaned forward and took his full appearance in. He sucked in a breath please Kahlan. Remember me he whispered to himself. You could cut the tension with a knife. Kahlan jumped as a big hand touched her back. She leaned back into is touch and suddenly looked terrified. Richard wanted to pull his sword right away.

Jagang smiled at Richard, "so nice of you to join us, Lord Rahl."

Richard was sitting in a tent covered with fabrics of different colours. There were candles surrounding the room and in the centre where he sat were pillows and linens. He thought it was odd of them to place him in such a place. Usually prisoners were sent to dungeons, not tents made for kings. His hands were roped together and he wore no shirt. They had stripped him of his armour and he was left with no weapons and just his pants. He was sweating although it wasn't hot. He was terrified of what they were doing to his Kahlan.

The tent door opened and Jagang stepped in the room, "Lord Rahl, is it?" he smiled to him, stepping fully into the room. "It's quite an honour to see you," he dipped his head, mocking his importance. "You came here alone, I see. Stupid decision," he took a sip of the glass of wine he had.

"I didn't come alone," Richard spat at him, "I've got thousands of men awaiting battle if I don't return," he seethed. Jagang scoffed.

"Thousands? From what I've seen it's only barely a thousand," he gave him a dangerous look, "you honestly think you can capture me and battle against my men? I have over three thousand in this encampment alone," he laughed, "and then some."

Richard glared at the man, "We will defeat you. Maybe not today, but we will." Jagang laughed again and put the glass down. He walked over to Richard and lifted him by his hair.

"I'd like to see you try," he whispered to him. Richard yanked his head away from his hands and drove his head into Jagang's middle. Jagang was pushed back. In anger, he walked over and punched Richard sending him flying on his back. Chest heaving in rage, he stood over Richard as Richard spat out blood.

"I'm glad I screwed your stupid bitch," he grinned down at Richard. Richard's rage ignited. Screwed? If he touched Kahlan… "She gave in so easily. She wanted it from me…desired it. After I let her kill you, I'll have her again tonight," he knelt down beside Richard, "I've trained her thoroughly. She has no idea who you are. Your pathetic attempts to try and save her will go to no avail. She will kill you," he stood and was about to head out the door, "it's her final test to prove she's ready." He laughed as Richard lunged at him. Jagang kicked him square in the abdomen. Richard flew back and landed on his side in pain.

"Take care, Lord Rahl. Remember," he grinned as he stepped out the tent, "after she's through with you, I'll see to it she get's hers." He left. Richard's chest heaved in rage. He could hear Jagang take off on horse and wondered exactly whereabouts in the encampment he was. He knew there were at least six guards outside. With no weaponry, he didn't know how he'd get past them. He sat up when he heard talking outside…it was a woman's voice. He frowned.

The tent door opened again slowly and he looked up to see who it was. A woman's long, full leg, entered first. She poked her head around the curtain and smiled at him. Kahlan he breathed, relieved to see she all right. She came in and shut the tent behind her. He frowned at her disposition…something was off.

She slowly made her way over to him, her eyes gleaming lustfully at him. He could see right through her satin dress. His anger ignited anew. He prepared himself, "Kahlan," he spoke to her. She smiled as she straddled him. He gave her a questioning look, "I know you're confused right now…" she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"You've been a bad, bad boy," she whispered as she ran her hands down his chest, her nails digging in to him. She allowed her fingers to trail across the muscles of his abs, feeling the contours of his chest as she moaned, "mmm you feel good," she lifted an eyebrow at him, her eyes never leaving his. She brought her fingers up and wiped the blood from his lips. She was so close to him, they shared each other's breath. His breathing quickened and he suddenly found himself speechless as she lifted her skirt, showing off her perfect leg. "Ever mixed pain with pleasure?" she questioned her fingers running up her thighs, licking her lips as he watched her. Richard's heart was beating faster. He gazed into her eyes as he spoke, knowing what she was reaching for.

"Kahlan listen to me," he pulled her eyes to his as she was gazing at his chest, "you and I are going to be married. Do you remember? Remember how much I love you…remember the first time we made love?" he looked at the Rada'Han around her beautiful neck, "You had to wear a Rada'Han to protect me from your powers? It looked exactly like that remember?" she laughed slightly and shook her head, not giving in to his prodding's. She ran a hand in his hair, pulling his head close. Her other hand had a dagger in it.

"Make love?" she purred in his ear. She smelled so delicious, Richard was finding it difficult to focus. She did look absolutely beautiful, as twisted as it was. "I do enjoy making love," she licked his ear. Richard was yelling at himself to focus. He found himself staring at her cleavage as it rose and fell with her breathing. "You like those?" she lifted his chin with her fingers, "tell me about when we made love," she whispered, her lips brushing his. Richard could feel the rope he was bound by begin to loosen as he struggled with it. He knew he needed his hands when he saw the dagger in her hand.

Richard tried to find his voice. Her body, her curves, the way she was acting was making him dizzy. He tried to focus.

"In Damarai…you were wearing the rada'han to protect me from your powers…Kahlan, you're a Confessor. The last Confessor alive, remember? You're the Mother Confessor," he whispered, relieved as he felt his hands become free. She sat up on him and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing her breasts to be right in his face.

She smiled down at him, noticing he was enjoying it, "Damarai?" she cooed, "never heard of it." She smiled when she heard drumming in the faint distance. Richard felt a jab to his heart at her not remembering it. He closed his eyes in hurt. She slowly turned around in his lap so her back was facing him. With ease, she began swaying to the music, her body moving liquidly through the dance. His heart felt like it would rip from his chest as he felt Kahlan grinding against him in such an erotic way. She pushed her back against his chest and ran the dagger down her chest, down the centre of her cleavage, down to her skirt line. She allowed her fingers to run in between her skirt, feeling herself. He sucked in a breath at what she was doing. She smiled even more at seeing he was enjoying it, "you like that?" she purred, "you want some of that?" yes…very much so he slapped himself mentally. He had to get her out of here. She laughed seductively and ran her hands up and down his thighs. He swallowed hard as she turned around and straddled him again, bringing the dagger up to his face.

"Now that we've had our pleasure," she smiled and looked down at his bulging pants, "we can begin with the pain," she brought the knife to his collarbone. When she was about to slice through his chest, his hands grabbed her arms. She gasped as in one fluid motion, he had her on her back with him on top of her, his legs holding hers down and his hands grasping her wrists.

"I'm not going to fight you, Kahlan," he whispered through gritted teeth, "I need you to remember. Please. We have to get out of here. Cara and Zedd are waiting. Please Kahlan…I love you so much. Please come back to me," he pleaded with her, looking in her eyes. She laughed at him as she struggled to break free from his grip.

She eventually freed one of her legs, and kicked it up, kneeing him in the groin. He doubled over in pain and she shot to her feet, dagger in hand, ready to attack. Richard stood up, one hand still on his groin.

"K..Kahlan," he panted, still trying to recover from the hit to his manhood. He held his hand out in front of him, "I will not fight you."

She pouted at him as she stepped closer, "than this will be too easy," she lifted the dagger, ready to attack. Richard grimaced when he realized what he had to do. He had no choice. It was either that, or fight her.

"Remember our son," Richard called to her before she could bring the dagger back. Kahlan's face twisted slightly. She dropped her hands a bit.

"What?" she asked, her eyes questioning. Richard stood up straight and slowly stepped closer to her.

"Kahlan, our son. You were pregnant with a boy," he got close enough, "Shota came and killed our baby. Do you remember?" he asked. She stood for a moment, dagger still in hand. He could see the mix of emotions in her eyes as she contemplated his words. He knew he could reach her no other way. Eventually, the dagger dropped from her hand and he saw her eyes begin to water with understanding. A flood of emotion swept over her face and she fell to her knees sobbing. Richard reacted right away. He knelt on the ground and took her in his arms, comforting her. She clutched at him, holding him so tight he could barely breathe.

"Richard," she cried, "oh Richard…I'm so sorry… I almost…"

"Shh," he held her head to his chest with his big hand, "Kahlan," he pulled her away from him after some time, "we have to get out of here. I came here to get you. Do you know how we could get out?" he questioned. Kahlan pondered for a moment and nodded. Richard licked his lips. "Good," he looked to the tent door, "you need to distract ; make them think I'm dead," he nodded towards the guards. Kahlan smiled and nodded. She lifted her skirt a bit and pulled out another dagger. She handed it to Richard as she stood up and walked to the front of the door. He followed close behind to make sure she was alright.

Kahlan opened the tent and smiled lustfully at the men, "that was too easy," she grinned. They looked skeptical. She held her arm out to the tent door, "have a look if you don't believe me." Two of the men looked at each other and poked their heads in the door. Richard grabbed them both and yanked them in. He slit one of their throats and stabbed the other in the heart. The other guards started rounding in on Kahlan and she sliced at them. Richard jumped out and cut, swinging his dagger at them. When all six were killed, they pulled them inside the tent. Richard pulled one of the armour off one of the men and put it on himself so they could escape easier. Once done, they headed out the tent into the night.