Old Victorian Medieval Love A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince Chapter One

A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince

Chapter Eight

Most of the night I had been sitting there listening to my brother and Dorian talk politics, and Daemion wouldn’t stop trying to gain my attention, just trying to get me to look at him. I just ignored them all, staring out the window, looking at the moon high in the black sky, a gentle breeze coming through the open window. “Sister are you alright,” my brother called to me, his voice echoing in my head. Though I paid no mind to it, I stood up walking over to the window, looking out into the dark land, seeing the shadows walk around through the dark forest that surrounds our home. Howls, barks, growls, laughs, and groans, echo from the forest, stomping from a horse coming up from the road. A woman screaming outside, a familiar scream. Turning around I walk out the room, dashing quickly down the steps to the front door, my brother and the two brothers confused, worried following after me. The door thrown open one of the maids I have befriended was out side backing up inside a cut on her neck, bleeding to death I rushed to her side, trying to help her inside but I didn’t get far. A man, almost a knight held a axe to my neck, making me stop looking up at him, he was very striking even if he was looking to kill me. His hair long brunette that spikes up in the front stopping about 5 inches from his flat buttocks, his skin sun kissed tan, his eyes striking light icy blue, over his eyes are two red tattoos that just go down from his forehead to almost to his chin, he has a little facial stubbles, he is very muscular with a thin waist and has a axe that was on his back and is now on my neck threatening to cut my head off. I looked up at him fear swimming in my eyes, he had a cocky sly smile on his handsome face. “Sister what’s…wrong,” my brother gasped out his voice fading as he seen what was going on. **“Ah you are the kings sister are you? Hmm interesting)”** said out loud to himself more though he spoke Greek I could understand him, everyone else looked puzzled. “What do you want here sir? Let my sister go, now,” Dachi growled stepping forward his hand on the butt of his sword. The man dismounted from his black stallion, the axe still at my neck, he approached my brother, his grip loose on the handle of the axe. I glared at him, as he spoke with my brother in hushed whispers, I however didn’t like that fact the he had a axe to me, a weapon of any kind, so I moved the blade from my neck, kicking his hand off the handle holding the blade to his neck, glaring at him, with hate, and anger in my eyes. He smiled a sly smile doing the same thing I did, but adding in a step by kicking me in the stomach, pinning me to the wall. His face a inch from mine, the axe’s shaft pushed up against my neck, as I try to push it away from my neck so I could at least breath. **”Mmm I like it rough. Now who would a little girl like you know how to fight and her even being a princess),”** he spoke looking at my face, his eyes lingering on my lips then moving back up to my eyes. **”