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A Royal Gone Rebel
Chapter Three
The forest trail was gorgeous late that morning, simply enchanting with it's rock wall ascending down the winding forest floor. The weather worn wooden fence accompanying them and nature's playlist full of sounds, tiny creatures and restling of leaves in the ole trees. Being here hurt Ashlynn, she missed her beloved Hunter. What was he doing right now? Where was he? She sighed, it seems she'd have to wait with those thoughts until Monday when she could see him again at this point, but Monday was better than never. "How can we get to know one another if we don't talk?" Roland questioned her motives, riding along side her.
Curses, Ashlynn almost forgot he was here. She sighed, "If you're not content with silence between one another, there's no comfort."
"Can you at least tell me if you're having a good time?"
She supposed she could do that. "Hardly."
"Look, I'm sorry Ashlynn. I didn't mean to barge into your life so unexpectedly, but now that we're here together... I just figure we should make the best of this forced time we're spending." He wasn't bothered by this forced time together, but he figured that if he played on her emotions and feelings, he could get somewhere with her finally.
"I'm not homeschooled," She said finally. "I go to a wonderful faculty called Ever After High. You?"
"I'm homeschooled."
"Oh. I can't really imagine what that's like." Ashlynn couldn't go a single school day without seeing her wonderful friends and attending classes. He didn't get the chance to do that. It was no wonder his social skills were questionable. She shrugged her shoulders, the gait of the horses remaining slow. Glancing off into the forestry, losing herself for just a moment in the bliss. Only to have to glance at Roland again. "My parents didn't want me to be stranded in the palace. So I get to go to school, also to have part time responsibility, I own my own shoestore in the Village of Bookend, where I sell the land's most fabelous shoes to plenty of young girls for miles around."
He nodded, she was smart and beautiful? It wasn't too often those qualities could be found in one another. "That's fascinating, I haven't done anything like that. I don't really have the opportunities in my Kingdom that you have."
She shrugged, "The Village of Bookend is sort of, in between all Kingdoms. It's not just my parents that are King and Queen of all the land, they're ruler of all our land. If that makes sense. The other Royals have thine own Kingdoms and boundaries. That's why when we go to school, we're all Princesses, Princes just... of our own lands. So no one is higher up than anyone else - we're all equal in one way or another."
"Oh I see, makes sense." He shrugged, listening to her speak. He wanted to hear more. Not because he enjoyed the topic, he just liked her voice.
"At school, we have Royals and Rebels."
"Ooh, are the Rebels hot?" He grinned as Ashlynn rolled her eyes.
She sighed inwardly, this guy would need some serious work before being boyfriend material – let alone husband material. "Rebels are that who don't truly want to participate in their fairytale, the way it's meant to be. For example, um... Queen Raven doesn't want to be the evil Queen in her story, and she's actually quite sweet." She let out a giggle, "I know, strange right?"
Roland took a moment to think about it, or to think about what she just said. He'd been soaking in her beauty all this time and not paying attention to any part of the conversation. "Totally."
"You're the biggest jerk in the land of Jerkville," she told him with a big smile.
"Yes, absolutely." He agreed quickly, thus not having truly heard what she said.
"C'mon, let's go." She instructed the horse, quickening the gait up to a light canter so he'd have to chase after her if he had the interest to. 'Ugh, so he asks me to talk... I start talking, he's not even paying attention. Could this get any lamer? Hunter listens to me... he always does.'
He caught up to her and rode closer than before. "Hey, I'm sorry. You're right, I wasn't listening to you and I apologize. I've just never seen a female so beautiful. Forgive me, please?"
Together the horses slowed back down to a walking pace, she heaved a sigh. "Alright, okay. Fine. But pay attention, it's your biggest weakness right now."
"No, no..." he stopped her. "I know exactly what my biggest weakness is... and it's..." he stopped his horse and hers too. "you." leaning in to capture Ashlynn in a surprise kiss. She was so shocked that she froze in place, not being able to move or even shriek at such the advancement. Roland tenderly kissed her soft lips, deepening ever so slightly when he felt a searing pain in his shoulder, breaking him from the kiss and falling from the saddle to the forest floor.
"Roland!" She was terrified, not that she was having the time of her life or anything – she was going to slap him for moving so quickly... but now he was injured and not responding. Jumping down from her horse, she raced over to his side discovering that an arrow pierced his shoulder and it was quickly bleeding. "Oh no... please, you'll be okay." She unfastened her riding jacket and tore a piece of her silky blouse to tie around the wound as snug as she could, to prevent further bleeding out.
What could she do now? She didn't want to leave him injured and alone. So with a semi-conscious Roland, she aided him up on the saddle, getting right up behind him, riding back was the only option as the Village of Bookend was too far so they started back to the palace at a trot. Slightly faster than a walk, but not as bouncy as a canter. She glanced down at Roland, seeing how pale he'd turned frightened her even more but she had to concentrate on getting them both to safety. It was her only hope.
"Oooh, what have you done?" Duchess Swan's voice whispered in the bushes to the archer of the arrow, who's only answer was silence.
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