Princess
Thea
Rycroft
Thea
Rycroft
It had only been a few minutes since Thea blew the whistle. She had been carefully watching Slaine, making sure he wouldn't try to do anything. At some point amidst the silent in the room, Slaine must have started to get aggravated. He turned from the window to look at her. Thea noticed his usual bored looking face, frowned ever so slightly, but irritation reflected in his eyes. She was still holding onto the the small silver whistle around her neck, which seemed to anger Slaine in some way. She could have swore his right eye twitched. With a barely audible sign, he stood up from the couch and started to make his way over towards Thea. Against her will, her conscious told her to take a step back as he got closer, which only seemed to irk him more. A few more steps and he was finally right in front of her, glancing down and towering over her. He grabbed her braid and yanked her hair. "Ow!" Thea flinched, her eyes only closing for a second.
"It's rather infuriating," Slaine pulled her hair down, so that she was looking up at him. "for you to rely on another man, when I am your husband." He leaned forward, his face ever so close to her's. "Are you making fun of me, mutt?" For some reason, a small sly grin appeared on his face. "Aren't you annoying. Before she knew what was happening, Slaine moved his hand from her hair to the back of her head, pushing it towards him and forcibly kissing her.
Thea pushed Slaine back, just far enough so that she could breath. "What..." She was in a bit of a daze. Why, why did he kiss me? What the hell! She thought, trying to get away from him. She then realized his other hand was now around her waist, but also gripping her hair again.
"Did you believe we'd only be waiting for you dog? Tonight is the first night our two countries will be tied together." He kissed her again, but she was able to pull away once more.
"Stop it..!" The princess's voice was small and she hated it. Slaine lightly chuckled, moving in for yet another kiss. But just before their lips touched together, Thea had reached into a barely noticeable pocket in her dress and pulled out a small dagger. One quick flick of her arm and she had cut Slaine along his left cheek bone. He seemed to be momentarily stunned, so she took the opportunity to get herself out of the his grasp and distance herself from him.
Thea got into a self-defense stance, holding both arms in front of her. "You may be a Prince, but no matter how hard you try. Some things are beyond your reach. One of which is me!" She growled, watching Slaine's every move. He had reached up to wipe a small stream of blood from his cheek.
The prince and her exchanged cold glares, neither of them moving. It wasn't until Slaine seemed to notice Thea's hand, that held the dagger, was shaking. His glare disappeared, as he leaned forward to have a closer look. Before making his remark about how she wasn't cute and that she was shaking.
Maybe it was intentional, maybe not, either way it annoyed Thea. Causing a light pink flush of embarrassment across her cheeks. She pounced forward, with quick reflexes, Slaine had jumped back towards him bed. She went for another swing at him, but he had grabbed his sheathed sword from on top of his bed and blocked her. She took a step back and tried again, only to be blocked once more. She kept swinging and trying to attack him, but he kept evading her advances with his sheathed sword.
At some point, Slaine laughed and made a joke about her being weak, but she ignored him. It was only until she stepped wrong, losing her balance, that he grabbed her wrist with the dagger. Once again, he placed his other hand on the back of Thea's head and forced her to kiss him. He gripped her wrist tighter, causing her to drop the dagger. Thea's legs gave out and she dropped to the floor. Though it seemed like something had come over Slaine, as he let go of his sheathed sword and crouched down to kiss her again, before letting her go.
Thea's mind was completely blank, she was overwhelmed and shocked form all that has happened. Her cheeks burned red, her eyes in a slight daze blurring her vision. She was panting, trying to catch her breath.
Slaine seemed to have smirked, a victorious glint in his eyes. He was beginning to lean forward again, but in an instant, there was a blade at his neck and a hand on his back. "Princess Thea." A familiar voice sounded. Thea blinked her eyes, clearing her eyesight. Aryn was knelt behind Slaine, pure hatred in his eyes. "Give me the order to kill him." as blood lust filled the air.