I do not own Twilight.
If you don't know what something is ask me, I will be happy to post a definition for you or just explain the odd way my mind works most of the time.
Bpov:
The soldiers walked me back towards their base camp around 5 miles from the walls, bragging all the while how the Lord Edward of Wilshire had killed Lord Charles and almost captured his daughter. Well at least i knew my captors name because since he negotiated my capture i was his slave to do with as he wished, which made me rediculously happy that I had the presence of mind to disguise myself as a boy.
We were entering the main camp now and people seemed to be suprised that a boy as young as i looked was taken captive at all.
TIME JUMP
They had to tie me to a tent pole in the center of the camp, I guess the fact that a boy as young as I looked to be had killed one of their soldiers gave them the grudge to put me where everyone could watch me, making escape impossible. The nobleman Edward had apparently requested that I be where I couldn't slip away, I was just happy that they had not switched my rope bindings for iron's. I had already loosened the knots on my hands so when Edward walked over to me and asked, "What is your name boy?" I answered with the first name I could think of the town smith's name, "Clarke."
He glanced at me and told me, "Don't run off I don't want to chase you all over the countryside later but go get some bread from the kitchen," he also pointed out, "if you are going to untie your hands in the future don't let the rope go slack." and he entered the tent I had been tied against.
I was shocked score's of men had walked by me and hadn't noticed that. I stood and walked off in search of bread.
Score: twenty