I do not own Twilight, the way my mind works is a different matter.
Epov
That boy 'was a mystery. First I saw him he was standing in the Lady Isabella's chambers after killing one of the idiots who called themselves soldiers, and holding off 5 men without any damage to himself. For a boy he was wearing a sword that was very well cared for and well made, clothes that looked both too fine and too clean to have been stolen, and a pair of very well made boots that where probably worth quite a few crowns more than the rest of his outfit.
His features where very elfin almost to feminine for his face, and he was slim built more like an arrow than a stave, but his hands showed none of the signs of harsh labor. A sign of higher status than the street rats that lurked on every corner.
He was worth a fair bit if his family had survived to ransom him back to and if not he spoke French very well making me wonder if his father was a merchant it was rare for anyone other than merchants and Lord's families where taught languages other than their own at all.
Clarke had surrendered himself without putting up a fight or resisting having his arms bound behind him at all. He knew enough about how Lady Isabella had escaped that he for now was worth more living than dead. It was a pity that she had escaped I was looking forward to forcing her to wed me making her families land rightfully mine, and eliminating the constant raids into both of our lands. She was renowned for her beauty, wit and charm, she would have been the mother of all prizes, worth more than all the gold that was looted.
As I walked up to him I was glad that I had requests that Clarke be tied to my tent in the middle of the camp, it wasn't as grand as some of the pavilions that some of the more absurd Lords decreed built for them it was a simple canvas tent, thick enough to make anything I chose to do away from scrutiny. I looked down at him and was surprised to find that the ropes that bound his arms where a little slack, I had watched them bind him then the ropes had been taught. He managed to slip his knots and now was looking around at all the soldiers with an air of futility, the kind of air a man who after starving for a long while was set a plate in front of him and was not allowed to eat, more than slightly mad at the world and the folly of fates.
Now I was curious I wanted to know the name of this lad at least so I could stop referring to him as boy in my head I knelt by him and asked, "What is your name boy?"
He answered, "Clarke."
The name didn't seem to fit him but I let it go. I stood upright and said as I turned towards my tent ready after a long day of fighting to just sleep.
I looked at him and told him, "Don't run off I don't want to have to chase you all over the countryside later but go get some bread from the kitchen." He looked at me exasperated like won't you untie me. I smiled and pointed out, "If you are going to untie your hands in the future don't let the rope go slack." As sleep overcame me I wasn't worried about him running off he hadn't tried to leave while we marched back or afterwards and I trusted that he wouldn't think that he would be stupid enough to think he could outrun a mounted squad.
I won't be able to update over the weekend my family is going to be out of town so I can't get to my computer to update.