Anger and Misery

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Author's Note:
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Hey, guys, remember Alton? Wanna learn a little more about his background? Go back and visit the newly edited 'Acquaintances' chapter.

*Does fancy, unnecessary hand gestures towards the chapter*

It's nice and depressing! Now, enjoy the new chapter, my victi— I mean, lovely readers!

~Golden~

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•Y/N: Your Name

•E/C: Eye Color

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Since he was behind for checking on his leader's condition, the remaining bandit ushered his horse to move faster to catch the runaway bride, but what he didn't expect was for her to leap off the wagon and run into the forest. He pulls at the bridle to stop and looks between the escaping woman in disguise and the two still riding in the cart with shocked faces. The reward was meant to be bigger with the capture of all three of them, but he supposed the future queen would be more valuable to the King whether she was brought in alone or not, so he chases after her into the woods. He lost visual, but there are footprints in the mud, which he only had to follow to find her.

'Stupid girl, you will be slower on foot.' He thought he had the upper hand but found it was a struggle to keep an eye on the ground as well as the low hanging branches on the trees. He had nearly been struck twice by them, so he dismounted and tied his horse before continuing.

'I should still be able to catch her. Some rich priss wouldn't have a clue how to maneuver through a forest.' He was so concentrated on the tracks that he didn't realize he had set foot in a trap. A looped vine tightened around his ankle and yanked, sending him upwards into a tree, screaming. He dangles there, upside-down, dazed and confused, as his dagger slipped out of his belt and onto the ground. Eyes wide, he stretches his hand down to grab it, but another steals it away before he could get close enough. Snapping his gaze towards the culprit, he was surprised to see the woman standing there, dagger in hand and fueled by adrenaline. He attempts to swing closer to grab her, only for her to step away, glaring at him with equal intensity.

"I outta kick your ass," he spits angrily. E/C eyes flick down to her left, landing on a rock, before she crouches down to pick it up. She holds it firmly in her hand, trembling with a mix of anger and fear, a deadly combination in the moment.

"No one is going to bring me back to that psycho. Not you, and not anyone else," she states in a serious voice.

"Oh, boo hoo! At least you would get to live in luxury for the rest of your life! I bet you have no idea what it's like for people like me living out on the street, taking dirty jobs just to make enough money to eat!" Gritting her teeth, Y/N chucks the stone at his stomach, making him grunt in pain. It was a hard throw. By this point, she was just trying to get the anger out of her system.

"Are you insane?! You have no idea, do you?! I was taken from my home, a property that was burned down, mind you; my friends, the very family I tried to protect were killed without mercy by that wretched man; he has some sick delusion that I actually want to marry him and he's kept me locked away in a room under constant watch, threatening me and keeping me away from everyone but himself! He is a sick man! You say I don't understand suffering, you haven't a clue!" Y/N broke into tears but maintained her defensive stance as she panted and formed fists with her hands. The man listened to her story in shock, and steadily, his glare disappeared as she sat on the ground with a hand on her head.

"He's killed so many just for looking my way. Do you know what it's like having so many lives weighing on your soul when you meant no harm to anyone? He's humiliated me, made me feel dirty. I just wanted to leave. I wanted it to end." She cries in her arms, almost forgetting about the position she's in, while the man watched with... understanding. The scene was awkward, no question, but he couldn't help feeling pity towards her.

"He really put you through that?" Her sobs were enough of an answer. He sighs. "Shit. Quit crying already."

"I can throw another rock at you if you'd prefer," she threatens, glaring through her tears. He sighs again.

"Look, I get it, kinda. I grew up in poverty my whole life. I've seen some rough shit and done things I'm not the most proud of," he admits in attempts at comforting the runaway. Biting his bottom lip in uncertainty, he continues, feeling a little dizzy from the blood rushing to his head. "I never even had a real family 'til I joined them." He nudges his head in the direction of the trail, referring to the gang of bandits.

"I can't begin to imagine where I'd be without them, what I'd do if they were all killed." He falls silent, looking away for a time before meeting her gaze again. He desperately wanted to be put down. His eyes felt like they were bulging, and he was starting to feel sick. "How about a deal, then? You let me down, and I won't chase after you. I'll even try to convince the others to call it off. I might be able to, since most of them are injured, and if not, at least you'll have a head start."

"And, why should I trust you? How will I know you'll keep your word and not try to grab me as soon as you're down?" Y/N did not want to take the risk, so naturally, she was suspicious of him.

"Well, I... Um... I suppose I can't prove it with anything but my words, but hey, it's not like you got many choices, right? My friends won't leave me behind. They'll come find me and help me out of this trap, then we'll go back to pursuing you and those folks you were with. I'm only offering this now because all the blood is rushing to my head, and I'm not sure I'll make it long enough before they reach me. I'm almost ready to pass out here." He smiles at her, much to her surprise, and she thought it over. His words did sound genuine, and he certainly did appear to be losing consciousness steadily, according to his rolling eyes and deep red face. The sight was already starting to make her feel guilty. Decision made, she gets up and dusts off the pants of the uniform she's wearing. The man was worried she'd leave him there, but then, she says,

"Very well, I'll let you down. I wouldn't want you to die out here, anyways. I feel bad enough for what we've done to your crew. Sorry about that, by the way." Relief washed over him as he smiled again.

"Eh, don't worry about them. They're tough men, Lionel especially. He's our leader. He'll be pissy about it, but he'll recover just fine, I'm sure."

"You seem to really like them." She smiles for a moment before it swiftly fell to give him a serious look. "He cannot know," she orders sternly, a dark look in her eyes. The bandit makes a sound of confusion, thinking she was referring to his leader, but then, she elaborates.

"Promise me right now you won't tell the king about me being here or that you ever saw me. I can't go back." Y/N holds the knife in a threatening manner, but her hand shakes. She didn't want to hurt the man, but if things had to resort to that, she would. He must have seen that, for the man gulps down his saliva roughly.

"Okay, I won't tell."

"I mean it. If he finds out you saw me and let me go, I can promise you, you'll put all your friends in danger. He'll torture and kill every last one of you."

"I promise." Heaving a sigh, Y/N, with great hesitance, cut the man free from her quickly made trap using the dagger before taking off running towards the path before he could pick himself up. She wasn't taking any chances, so she continued down that dirt road, praying that Marcy and Dallas were waiting for her like she asked instead of ditching her to the wolves. There was no chase, thankfully. It seemed the unnamed bandit kept his word and stalled his gang for the time being. She hopes they'll stop their pursuit of her altogether.

At the end of the forest, when the moon hung high above the trees, she was out of breath and near collapse when she saw the wagon in the distance. Y/N almost cried in joy as she forced herself to move quicker to reach them, waving her hands about for their attention. Just in time too; Marcy was about to take off, regardless of her brother's plea. They had thought her a goner, yet bruised, tired and hungry, she reached them.

"You made it!" Dallas, in relief, hugged the woman and lifted her nearly an inch off the ground. It was quite the surprise, but she laughed it off as he brought her back down. "Don't you ever do something like that again! We were so scared for you!" She gives the man a warm smile and an apology before boarding the cart with him. Then, they were off to Lollingdale as planed. Exhausted, the escapee lies back against the now empty wagon for some much needed rest.

"Rest easy, miss. We'll keep watch for trouble and wake you if anything happens," Dallas assures.

"It'll be wise of us to sleep in shifts," Marcy adds. "And make sure to put the tarp over you both if we cross a town. Don't want anyone else recognizing you, especially after that fiasco."

"Right," They both sat in union, Y/N shutting her eyes and falling into an uneasy rest...

The next morning, King Noah sat at a lavish dining table, glaring at his freshly prepared meal, not for its contents, but his thoughts had bled onto his features for all to see. He had to eat his breakfast here, since the tea room was in such disrepair from his rampage. It had to be completely reconstructed.

Though his stomach wailed and moaned, he couldn't bring himself to take a bite of the blueberry scone on his plate. He thought he'd vomit if it so much as grazed his lips. Glazed, olive eyes drift over to the empty chair on his right, which had been left pulled out slightly, though no one was sitting there.

"Y/N," he spoke her name under his breath, a whisper of longing, as if he were calling her to sit with him. She should be there, eating with him, but instead, she is not. She is missing, gone, poof, and he was starting to worry more and more with each passing second.

'She should've been found by now. How hard is it to find one woman? She can't have gotten too far, so why is it taking so long?' Abruptly, the King stands from his chair, gaining looks of concern from his staff. The lion, who had been licking his paws under the table, notices his master's movement and is quick to rise as well, giving a great, big yawn as he saunters at his side.

"I'll be in my room," he says roughly, not in any state to do his tasks for the day. That was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He couldn't stand to stare at paper or faces that are not hers. He would crack at first frustration. It would be better to have the day off.

"Would you like me to take the scone to your room, your majesty?" Offers an elderly woman dressed in uniform, hesitant to say anything but thought the King should eat something at least. He shoots her a half-hearted glare, not in any mood to be spoken to.

"Say another word to me, and I'll cut out that tongue of yours, old sow. I wish to be left alone today," he snaps, voice still low from his night of violent crying. If she wasn't going to speak of his missing fiancée's whereabouts, he didn't care to listen. The woman flinched at his threat and bowed in apology. Without further interruption, he goes to the bedroom meant for his bride with Weston at his heels and collapses onto the bed. His pet soon joins him, weighing down the mattress on the other side as he got cozy. Noah groans, wishing to have her bed all to himself but leaves him be, taking to inhaling her fading scent off the pillows.

"Y/N." His eyes watered and spilled over onto his cheeks as he clenched his fists around the soft sheets. "Come back. You must come back." He covers up his sobs by pressing his face into the pillows, frustrated groans and growls fitted in between. His emotions were a mess, so angry yet afraid, afraid that, perhaps this time, she had succeeded in escaping him. No, she didn't. There is still time. He can still find her. He couldn't give up so soon.

'I will get her back. I will bring her back here even if I have to tear down every house, tree and mountain in this kingdom to do it. Pray that your legs take you far, farm girl. You cannot hide from me forever. You will be my queen.' Noah sits up, clutching the comforter in his arms. Had it been a human he was holding, they likely would've snapped in two from the strength. Still crying, he glares down at it, a deranged smile twitching at the corners of his lips. It was look so frightening, it even had Weston tense.

'I will have you.'


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