Annalise || Isabelle || Jason
Jason nodded his approval at Sebastian's decision. "Doctors do elicit a feeling of trust for the most part, especially when growing up with each other. I'll take her into the market with me today, I have to ask around about someone and the best place to talk is in the taverns, even if they aren't drunks," Jason said dramatically though he gave Sebastian a playful wink at the end.
Jason
He sighed, sitting back and wondering how everything would play out. He wondered if Sebastian knew about Isabelle, but didn't press it, not wanting to cause him fear if he didn't yet know. "Two young men in the world, trying not to get killed... By the women we love," Jason sighed, again pretending to be over dramatic. He gave his friend a wink, not giving away that he actually did love someone.
"Good luck soothing her, if she starts having breathing problems, open the windows, she might need fresh air," Jason claimed as he stood, gave a slight wave, and left.
He moved back to the infirmary, knocking before he entered. He saw Analise now fiddling with an escaped curl. Analise smiled slightly at Rielle's attempt to cheer her up. Nodding her agreement. "Probably, but I'll still be able to do things," Analise whispered to Rielle, a small smile growing on her face. When she saw Jason entered, it fell for a moment before returning upon seeing who it was.
"Analise, would you mind if I stole Rielle away for a few hours? I need to try to see how far along the baby is but don't want to disturb you," He stated calmly, apologetically. Analise nodded, shooing Rielle away knowing her well enough to know she wouldn't want to leave. Analise could just sleep, or think about things, preferably sleep though.
When Rielle joined Jason in the hall, he took her hand, tugging her along like they were little kids again. To any guard, he'd see two long time friends going to do something that probably wasn't bad, but they thought so since they were goody two shoes.
Annalise
When they arrived, Jason went to the stable James had used as a room of sorts. He went through, asking Rielle to stay with the horses. He searched and searched and found nothing until he caught sight of a necklace hanging off of a nail. It was Isabelle's locket that she had given to Jason.
Jason opened the locket, expecting a flower petal or something, but instead found something else. There was a tiny note inside, one written in English which Jason spoke and could read like most royals could. The note read:
Dear brother, I hope this note finds you well. Our eldest brother is growing impatient as he knows you are interacting with the princess who he wants. I know you would never try to hurt our eldest brother, you are too caring even towards those you trick. This is really to inform you the kidnapping of the ladies is approaching quickly. The princess's date to be kidnapped seems to be approaching even more quickly though it is further away. Do well brother. Yours truly,
Prince Oliver
Jason looked at the note in disbelief. The tiny note told him more than anything. There was only one Prince Oliver that lived in Europe at the moment, the middle brother of the English royals. James was English. More importantly, James was a prince. France had been caring for a prince of England without even knowing it, and he had gone unnoticed under Jason's nose!
"I'm sorry Rielle, I just found something much worse than what the village would have given us. Please, go be with Gabby and do not leave each other's sides, double up on guards. France is about to be in big trouble," Jason called over his shoulder as he raced to find the head of assassins who's brother served as the head of all guards and assassins, also acting as Jason's leash in Jason's mind.
Isabelle
Knowing James, since the boy had been so clever thus far, the English people were probably already in England, with Isabelle with them. "I'll go check the ship records, but... I think your daughter is in England," Jason whispered softly, feeling his stomach twist for the young Isabelle.
Isabelle groaned in frustration. "I swear, I'm about as innocent to the world as you are but I don't have anything to tell you," Isabelle stated, wanting to cross her arms but not able to move them. When he faced her again, Isabelle saw someone was behind the man in front of her. He was the eldest, perhaps mid or early twenties.
When he approached, Isabelle didn't hesitate to meet his eyes, pulling against those holding her. When he struck her, Isabelle felt her knees give. She had never been hit so hard, hit before, yes, by her father as well as others, but like this, no. She felt her cheekbone throb in pain, feeling like someone had hit her with a rock. "You know... as well as I do... I don't know anything you'd want to know," Isabelle stated, still leaning on one of her holders as she tried to recuperate. She met the man's eyes, trying to find her footing.
"Ask James, he knows I was never told anything," Isabelle stated, practically spitting his name in her contempt towards him right now. She pulled again, trying to pull away from the larger man who seemed to loom over her.
Jason nodded his approval at Sebastian's decision. "Doctors do elicit a feeling of trust for the most part, especially when growing up with each other. I'll take her into the market with me today, I have to ask around about someone and the best place to talk is in the taverns, even if they aren't drunks," Jason said dramatically though he gave Sebastian a playful wink at the end.
Jason
He sighed, sitting back and wondering how everything would play out. He wondered if Sebastian knew about Isabelle, but didn't press it, not wanting to cause him fear if he didn't yet know. "Two young men in the world, trying not to get killed... By the women we love," Jason sighed, again pretending to be over dramatic. He gave his friend a wink, not giving away that he actually did love someone.
"Good luck soothing her, if she starts having breathing problems, open the windows, she might need fresh air," Jason claimed as he stood, gave a slight wave, and left.
He moved back to the infirmary, knocking before he entered. He saw Analise now fiddling with an escaped curl. Analise smiled slightly at Rielle's attempt to cheer her up. Nodding her agreement. "Probably, but I'll still be able to do things," Analise whispered to Rielle, a small smile growing on her face. When she saw Jason entered, it fell for a moment before returning upon seeing who it was.
"Analise, would you mind if I stole Rielle away for a few hours? I need to try to see how far along the baby is but don't want to disturb you," He stated calmly, apologetically. Analise nodded, shooing Rielle away knowing her well enough to know she wouldn't want to leave. Analise could just sleep, or think about things, preferably sleep though.
When Rielle joined Jason in the hall, he took her hand, tugging her along like they were little kids again. To any guard, he'd see two long time friends going to do something that probably wasn't bad, but they thought so since they were goody two shoes.
Annalise
When they arrived, Jason went to the stable James had used as a room of sorts. He went through, asking Rielle to stay with the horses. He searched and searched and found nothing until he caught sight of a necklace hanging off of a nail. It was Isabelle's locket that she had given to Jason.
Jason opened the locket, expecting a flower petal or something, but instead found something else. There was a tiny note inside, one written in English which Jason spoke and could read like most royals could. The note read:
Dear brother, I hope this note finds you well. Our eldest brother is growing impatient as he knows you are interacting with the princess who he wants. I know you would never try to hurt our eldest brother, you are too caring even towards those you trick. This is really to inform you the kidnapping of the ladies is approaching quickly. The princess's date to be kidnapped seems to be approaching even more quickly though it is further away. Do well brother. Yours truly,
Prince Oliver
Jason looked at the note in disbelief. The tiny note told him more than anything. There was only one Prince Oliver that lived in Europe at the moment, the middle brother of the English royals. James was English. More importantly, James was a prince. France had been caring for a prince of England without even knowing it, and he had gone unnoticed under Jason's nose!
"I'm sorry Rielle, I just found something much worse than what the village would have given us. Please, go be with Gabby and do not leave each other's sides, double up on guards. France is about to be in big trouble," Jason called over his shoulder as he raced to find the head of assassins who's brother served as the head of all guards and assassins, also acting as Jason's leash in Jason's mind.
Isabelle
Knowing James, since the boy had been so clever thus far, the English people were probably already in England, with Isabelle with them. "I'll go check the ship records, but... I think your daughter is in England," Jason whispered softly, feeling his stomach twist for the young Isabelle.
Isabelle groaned in frustration. "I swear, I'm about as innocent to the world as you are but I don't have anything to tell you," Isabelle stated, wanting to cross her arms but not able to move them. When he faced her again, Isabelle saw someone was behind the man in front of her. He was the eldest, perhaps mid or early twenties.
When he approached, Isabelle didn't hesitate to meet his eyes, pulling against those holding her. When he struck her, Isabelle felt her knees give. She had never been hit so hard, hit before, yes, by her father as well as others, but like this, no. She felt her cheekbone throb in pain, feeling like someone had hit her with a rock. "You know... as well as I do... I don't know anything you'd want to know," Isabelle stated, still leaning on one of her holders as she tried to recuperate. She met the man's eyes, trying to find her footing.
"Ask James, he knows I was never told anything," Isabelle stated, practically spitting his name in her contempt towards him right now. She pulled again, trying to pull away from the larger man who seemed to loom over her.