Regnum Vetitum; The Forbidden

If that big oaf thought he could just throw her over his shoulder like a sack of flour he was sorely mistaken.

"Let me go you ogre!" Aurelia protested, a scowl plastered across her face as she squirmed and kicked. "One does not just haul a princess around like grain! Put me down!" She demanded again, now beginning to pout as she studied the back of the man's shirt. His jacket smelled like hay and apples, a smell Aurelia associated with horses. Although she knew Heath wasn't entirely bad, she still did not appreciate being yanked up by him. He was one of her kidnappers, after all.

"You follow that traitorous Prince like he's some kind of Robin Hood." Aurelia muttered, griping the nearest door frame as Health carried her down the empty streets. Everything that came into reach she grasped, anything to slow them down. She didn't want to go back to her rooms. She wanted to drink and dance and escape.

"And you! You think you are so good, don't you? You do realize what King Edgard Halvard will do to me, don't you?" Aurelia snapped, biting into Heath's shoulder as the man carried her into her cottage and attempted to sit her down on the bed.

"My father will not pay or sign a treaty for me. He will blame Liam, and refuse to aid them. Liam loves me, but the Sporina Islands hold little in terms of military force and jewels. They'll start a war that will obliterate them, and then King Halvard will make a public execution of me. You mark my words, you're trading my life in for a small amount of coin. Ask Draven! They will kill me just like they did my mother, and you couldn't even let me have any fun tonight."

With a quick yank, Aurelia pulled the jacket off and tossed it angrily in the blonde man's face. "Take your stupid jacket." She snapped, throwing a nearby candle stick at him.

At the sound of the door opening, Aurelia grabbed the candle holder, holding it as if it were a baseball bat. At the sight of Draven she narrowed her eyes, a hiccup escaping her parted lips.

"Oh it's just you." She seethed, tossing the brass holder down with a loud clang. "I suppose I don't need a weapon when I can't even touch you, not that I would ever want to." Aurelia quickly added, watching the prince's face carefully. She didn't bother covering her bare chest and instead turned, plopping down heavily into a small chair. The fire in the room was hot, regardless of the fact there seemed to be little wood on it. Aurelia leaned forward, tossing a new log on to the flames. When was the last time she'd attended to her own fire?

"And I'm not going to regret or hate myself in the morning. You think I'm going to be embarrassed because I am drunk and you saw my breast?" Aurelia laughed then, her voice taking on a sharper tone. "Oh poor Prince Draven, always the knight in shining armor. Worried that poor fragile Princess Aurelia will die of shame at her nude appearance and her vulgar truth telling. You're just jealous." Aurelia breathed out, glancing over to Draven.

She suddenly regretted throwing the candle holder down. Even if she couldn't touch him, she could have still threw it at his head. Now, away from all the music and dancing, Aurelia remembered how much she wanted to throttle him.

"You're just mad that I'm marrying Liam. Is that why you're doing this? I haven't seen you in a decade and then, on my way to my own wedding, you steal me?" Huffing out, Aurelia stood, grabbing the blanket from the small bed.

"Does your wife or girlfriend or whatever it is I'm sure you have know you've come to kidnap your ex childhood betrothed?" Aurelia questioned, spreading the blanket on the floor before sitting down on it.