Just a little bit of time had passed, but it began to drag on like an eternity. Slaine never claimed to be the most patient man, especially since he would have to wait here in his own room with this mutt until she had realized that the other dog was not going to be coming back. But the thing that began to frustrate the Prince the most was the fact that, despite Slaine knowing he was going to win this bet, the Princess did not seem to be worried in the slightest. He glanced her way a couple of times and noticed that, aside from watching him constantly, she was still holding that stupid whistle and it pissed him off. He kept his composure for the most part, but he was irrationally mad at the idiotic notion that she had this blind faith in some dog who offended the King. It still confused him too. She had every reason to believe the exact opposite -- that he would flee from the castle, not return to it. So where this idea that he was some knight in shining armor that would save her despite the fact he would be killed were he to step foot back here came from, he had no clue whatsoever. All he knew is that it was not something he liked.
Did she not remember who owned her? Perhaps he needed to remind her, then. The Prince did not appreciate it when he wasn't respected, especially by her. Taking personal offense to her behavior, Slaine's eye twitched as he got off the couch and made his way over to her. She took a step back, which was justifiable by the fact she had no reason to believe he was going to do anything pleasant to her, but act of disobedience only further irritated him. With a grip that suggested that Slaine knew not what the word "gentle" meant, he pulled the Princess by her braid once merely to cause her harm, and then a second time so she could do naught but look directly at him.
"It's rather infuriating... for you to rely on another man, when I am your husband." he leaned in as close as physically possible so that she had nowhere to look but him. "Are you making fun of me, mutt?" Slaine did seem very irritated as he asked that, but a rather wicked idea came into his head as he noticed just how close the two of them were and he couldn't help but grin. His hand moved from the braid to the back of her head. "Aren't you annoying." Slaine forced their lips together, an act that visibly shocked the young princess. He had to admit, it was the most entertaining reaction she had given him yet, though he was almost sad to see her recover so quickly.
Having predicted she would most certainly try to get away, Slaine had already wrapped his free arm around her waist and took a grip of her hair once more. Although she SHOULD be glad she could kiss a prince like him. "Did you believe we'd only be waiting for your dog? Tonight is the first night our two countries will be tied together." he informed her, stealing another kiss. He simply did not believe she was worthy of him, but it would be nice to tease and scare her a bit. At least, that was Slaine's motivation for all of this. He wanted something to occupy the time while also getting back at her for her stupid blind faith in that other mutt. Because Thea's protest to this was uncharacteristically weak, he found himself enjoying this quite a bit. With a small chuckle, the Prince leaned in to attempt another kiss...
"...!"
Slaine felt a small burning sensation on his cheek and it took a few seconds before he realized she had just cut him with something. "You may be a Prince, but no matter how hard you try. Some things are beyond your reach. One of which is me!" she stated, having taken a stance and prepared herself for him. A rather unhappy Slaine wiped the blood from his cheek before locking glares with the princess who had cut him.
Did she really believe she was out of his reach? Some mutt who was sold away and that nobody cared for? He couldn't tell if she was arrogant or if she thought he was of a much lower league. Either way, she would be proven completely wrong, just like this case with her dumb friend!
But...
What was with her? Slaine was no "Master of fighting" or the like, but he was trained enough to defend himself if need be. And anybody with experience could see that this dog of his was trembling with a blade in her hand. As if she had no courage to face him in a battle whatsoever. How weak. He couldn't even stay mad at her because to do so would imply she was worth the effort to be angry.
He could not see her as a threat with how frightened she probably was at the prospect of fighting, and it almost seemed like she had the chills or something with how severe her hand had begun to shake. "I simply do not find people who can only talk to be very cute. You're shaking and all we have been doing is standing still. Do you need to be saved?". Thea's declaration had been very serious, as the situation would dictate. But Slaine's... simply did not fit, and it was clear he was not taking her seriously after seeing her shake. He was certainly arrogantly looking down on her and did not feel that she was worth the extra amount of caution one would normally take. Perhaps this had angered Thea, because mere moments later, she had decided to attack him. Expecting this, Slaine had little problem hopping back to avoid the first swing, and by the time she was able to follow up, he had retrieved his own sword from the top of his bed. He did not bother to unsheathe it, of course. He did not feel that his life was in any immediate danger, so he focused instead on blocking and evading whatever wild swings she took at him.
Slaine gave a hollow laugh at her attempts. "Well, I guess I now understand why you cling so closely to him. You couldn't hurt a fly if your life depended on it!" he tried spurring her on so she would make a mistake. It was bound to come sooner or later anyway, and that's when he would retaliate. That's when he would show her how weak she was compared to him, and that she was certainly not out of his reach at all.
Thea's mistake came in the form of being unable to keep a proper stance and losing her footing. That gave Slaine all the time he needed to apprehend her armed hand and force their lips together once more. During this time, he squeezed her arm until she could no longer hold her dagger, and she fell down as if she were a puppet with his strings cut. He claimed yet another kiss, and his victory had been assured. With no need for his sword anymore, he parted with it rather abruptly and was content to feel proud of himself. It was no contest, after all. And since he was the winner here, it was only his right to be able to do what he wants! Another kiss should be no problem. It wasn't like she appeared to be in a state where she would resist anyways.
Slaine found his approach cut off by a blade to his throat and a hand on his back. His expression was, of course, surprise as he hadn't been expecting this in the least. However, when he heard who it was, he immediately became quite visibly shocked to the Princess, assuming she was even paying attention at this point. "Princess Thea."his voice came from behind. "Give me the order to kill him."
Many things were running through Slaine's mind at this moment. Fear was one of them, but that had actually taken a backseat to anger and disbelief. He was so completely sure that Aryn would never return that he wasn't able to immediately comprehend that it was him holding a knife up to his throat, but when that realization set in, he was angered, too. Why did this man sneak back into this castle, even knowing that he would be in great danger? Was he fucking nuts? Or maybe he was just completely naive! Slaine could not understand, and because of that, he hated this situation. It was dumb. It made no sense. It shouldn't be happening!
"Y-you... you shouldn't be here...!" There was venom in Slaine's voice. One might consider it just as potent if not moreso than Aryn's, though it probably wasn't very clear why.
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