Samuel Wright's Story

Daenerys

Dismounting her horse she grabbed the reins and lead Freedom to her stalls. Daenerys had decided to skip supper in favor of late afternoon fields behind the castle. Her father didn't allow her to ride outside of town as he according to him he wasn't "comfortable with the idea," however Daenerys felt he did this as he felt once she had a taste of freedom outside of the bubble he had put her in she wouldn't return. She spent about half an hour untacking, grooming and feeding Freedom before finally leaving the mare for the night. Outside the stables waiting patiently for her was her handmaiden Amelia "Did you enjoy your ride?" she asked as the two began walking into the castle. "I always enjoy my rides with Freedom. At least I do until the guards suppose to be sleathy following becomes anything but sleathy." Climbing the stairs up to her chambers she entered her room to see Amelia had as always left her supper in her room "Eat quickly then it is time for bath and bed," Daenery nodded to the older woman who was in at least her late sixties. For as long as she could remember Amelia had taken care of her and she cherished the woman with all her heart. She made quick work of meal before being bathed and changing into her night gown. Once she was set for the night she freed Amelia of her duties and once alone laid in her bed and daydreamed about the stories she had heard about far away lands placed far from the castle.

When was lost in her own thoughts when the commotion coming from the other side of her door disturbed her thoughts. Eavesdropping she heard bits and pieces of what the guys were saying and from what she understood they were attempting to track down Demetrius. Knowing her brother he was probably out in the town drinking and doing God knows what else. Getting out of bed she went to her door and swung it open "Is there a problem?" she asked looking at the guards gathered in a circle a couple of feet away. "Nothing princess. Please don't let us disrupt you, return to your slumber," Daenerys rolled her eyes "Well its to late for that now." She heard a sigh escape on of them but she couldn't tell which as one of them stepped forward "We have a man being held downstairs and with your father absent from these walls we no not what to do with him. Tracking down your brother is proving to be most challenging and --" she cut the guard off "I will go have words with this man." The guard looked as if he was about to protest but Dany didn't give him a chance as she began walking the distance to where the guards where keeping this man.

As the made her way down the hall the large doors to the front hall were opened "The royal Princess Daenerys arrives!" a man shouted as she entered. Walking up to her father's throne she took a seat as see gazed at the man being held hostage. The head guard walk up to her immediately and whispered in her ear what had happened and why the man was here. She nodded once before dismissing back to his other fellow guards. "Well sir, I have heard the guards side of the story. What is yours?" she asked waiting to hear what he would say.

Demetrius was, in fact, not where his sister expected. As a prince and a man, he was given much more freedom than Dany, and even more than Loretta, who was given more freedom on the account that she was a rule-following stick in the mud. So he was wandering the little village outside the castle, hoping to get lost. Metri was honestly considering going outside the walls out of boredom, despite the late hour, when he saw five guards leading a man to the castle.

His curiosity was struck, and he clandestinely followed them through town. Finally, all seven men had made their way back to the throne room. When the lead guard, Sebastian, ordered one of his underlings to find a member of the royal family, Metri didn't stick around long enough to be found. It wasn't his throne yet, and, therefore, it wasn't his problem. Instead of deciding what to do with an alleged criminal (and a definite outsider, by the way he was dressed), Metri sneaked to his twin's room.

"Good evening, Loretta," he greeted when he found her by the window, singing and brushing her hair in her nightgown. "Would you like to hear about all the mischief you're missing out on?"

As Metri was shooed out of Loretta's room, he knew that he'd have to go down and see what was so important about the foreign man that warranted an audience with them. That didn't mean that he'd have to do it now. He took all the shortcuts and untraveled corridors that he knew to avoid the guards and get back to his room. Unfortunately, that was on the whole other side of the castle from Loretta's.

He was in the home stretch. Just a few more steps, and he could avoid responsibility for a few more minutes. "My Lord," he heard Sebastian call from behind him. "There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you."

Metri sighed. "And I've been avoiding you everywhere," he replied. The head guard chuckled.

"So you've heard that you have a job to do?" Sebastian asked, and the prince nodded. "Come along, then. Your sister sent for you."

Metri mumbled under his breath, "Traitor," but he did as he was told. When they reached the throne room, the prince burst through the doors with a dramatic flare. His arrival was announced, and it was clear he was interrupting something that had already begun. As was usual, however, he didn't care. "Alright," he said. "What has this man done that was so bad that I just had to come down here and take care of it?" He sauntered up to his sisters. "Good evening, Dany," he greeted, indifferent to the informality in front of a possible criminal.

As she waited for the words to spill out of the man's mouth she couldn't help but notice his odd appearance. Where ever this stranger was from he wasn't from around here. This quality about him peaked Daenerys interest in him, she found those who weren't from her kingdom to of utmost interest. As he bowed to her she did nothing but smiled it least he showed he had enough sense to bow in respect to those who could leave him to rot in the dudgeons.

"I would kiss your hand, alas I am afraid your guards would behead me should I take even a step closer."

Letting out a small giggle she liked this man so far, even in the worst of situations he showed a good sense of humor. Before the man could speak her sister entered the halls. As the man repeated his bowing in respects to her sister she watched as Loretta sent Sebastian off to track down their still missing in action brother before taking her seat at her throne.

"Please Daenerys, at least be civil." Daenerys let out a simple chuckle as she turned her head to look at her sister "Do not worry dear sister, for as long as this man has a reasonable explantation for his actions this evening I see no reason for harsh actions to be taken." Turning back her attention to the man in question she said "Please do explain."

She listened intensively as the man spoke his side of the story once he was done she said nothing as her sister choose to speak first. "That is a reasonable explanation. Melaous, could that have happened?" As the unnerved guard confirmed the man's words her sister dismissed all servants and guards. As they began to leave her brother ever fashionably late finally made his grand entrance. "What has this man done that was so bad that I just had to come down here and take care of it?" He said as he approached his sisters. "Good evening, Dany," he greeted her, "Evening brother."

As the hall cleared out leaving only the royal siblings and the unnamed stranger Dany looked at her brother "Your sisters have the situation well under control if you still wish to leave you are free to do so," Dany knew her brother didn't care for things such as this which is why she was slightly surprised that he had showed up at all. Watching her sister descend from her throne she walked over to the man "What is your name and where are you from?" These were two questions that Daenerys herself wanted the answers to.



Brandon stood up against the gate messing with his iPhone 5s, he wasn't getting any service which was pissing him off. He hated himself for letting Samuel talk them in to traveling on the road after the old lady had warned them to turn back around, but of course him not wanting to debate with Sam and cause trouble he had agreed. "Hey, can you leave your phone for one minute.. Remember there isn't any reception up here!" Constance yelling at him caused him to look up from his screen "Oh, sorry" he said tucking his phone into his pocket. Before he could say anything else he was being whisked away to the castle.

As they came to the town Brandon stood in awe as Constance began to take pictures as she also did when they came face to face which such amazing sights. "Where are we?," he asked thing out loud. "Amazing, look they even dress up!" Brandon looked at the people as the walked pass them some of them looking back and giving them strange looks as if they were the ones who looked weird. He watched as Constance tried to ask some one a question but before she could even get out the words the woman pushed past her running away. "That was.. weird." Brandon nodded as he walk over to so they were now standing side by side, "Really weird." As Constance took a seat on a bench he noticed she was cold, looking up at the sky night was quickly approaching and he didn't know where they were or where they would be sleeping tonight.

With the outfit he chose to wear today he had put on a sweater with it which he handed to Constance as he took a seat beside her on the bench. "By now who knows where he is! All I know is he can be some sort of dungeon. With his curiosity, he get's caught in problems while dragging us along!" Brandon let out a laugh but said nothing as the thought of Samuel sitting in some creepy dungeon crossed his mind, he really hoped none of them would be spending the night in a cell. As Constance again led him off he to joined her and calling out their missing friend's name as he did his best to ignore the strange looks they were getting.

"Your sisters have the situation well under control if you still wish to leave you are free to do so," Dany said to him. Metri brushed off the comment.

"No way," he said. "I was dragged out here, so now I am staying. I walked all the way from my room." He paused before continuing. "I didn't even make Sebastian carry me!" he joked. He sobered when he sat on his throne.

"Samuel Wright and, though this is sort of obvious, I'm from Ireland," the man in front of them said. Ireland? At any rate, he didn't like the look of this man at all. He seemed dangerous, and Metri would just as soon have him kicked out of town.

Loretta obviously had the same thoughts as he. "Metri, where is this Ireland?" she asked him.

Metri answered honestly, "I've never heard of it." As he decided what to do, his sister made up her mind and offered the strange man a room in the castle as a guest. "Loretta," Metri warned, "we should keep him in the dungeon. We don't know what he's here for."

His sister didn't listen to him, however, and instead she ordered a room to be prepared. "Will that be suitable for you?" she asked him. Metri didn't like the look in her eyes.

"Loretta," he snapped. "He goes in the dungeon."

"I was dragged out here, so now I am staying. I walked all the way from my room." Dany rolled her eyes at her brother's words as he continued on "I didn't even make Sebastian carry me!" Giving a sarcastic clap of her hands she said "Wow you did all that work? On your own? You must be just so exhausted! Maybe I should have Amelia draw your bath so you can soak all your aches and pains away," her voice was full with sarcasm.

She at times envied her brother not because he was the one who inherited the throne but because he got to enjoy freedoms that she could only dream of. The only time she ever got to truly live was when she defied her father and while she always relished in her temporarily moments of freedom but it always ended the same. The guards would find her where ever she was and bring her to her father would scream and yell for what seemed like hours. Then she would be sent to her room for the night and by morning the number of guards would be increased to watch and follow her every move.

Turning her attention back to the strange man she listened as he spoke,"Samuel Wright and, though this is sort of obvious, I'm from Ireland." Daenerys was just as confused as the twins. As far as she knew there were only six other kingdoms not including her own in existent and none of them were called Ireland. "Metri, where is this Ireland?" Dany looked from her sister who had asked the question to her brother who answered saying "I've never heard of it." Daenerys gaze yet again fell on the Samuel as she considered what to do with him, before she could come to a decision her sister had already decided,"All right, Samuel. We do not want to be rude so I would humbly like to offer you a room, here, in the castle as a guest."

Giving her older sister a wary look Daenerys did not feel this was the wisest cause of action, "Loretta I don't think this would be wise. This man hails from lands we have never heard of and you offer him a room within the castle." Her brother who agreed with her added in "Loretta, we should keep him in the dungeon. We don't know what he's here for." Loretta ignored them both as she ordered for a room to be prepared for him. Daenerys let out a loud sigh, both of the twins were both stubborn as could be and at times that made them impossible to put up with.

Demetrius snapped at their sister "Loretta, he goes in the dungeon." It was late now and Daenerys didn't have the time or the energy to listen to her siblings go back and forth. "For tonight Samuel should stay in the dungeon and tomorrow after much rest and thought we can decided what to do with him until father and mother return home."



The longer him and Constance called for Samuel is more pissed off he became. Was Samuel know for wandering off yeah but he had never gone off so long and at such an hour. It seemed like they had been calling out for Sam forever when Constance turned and looked at him, "Okay we can't wait here all night, what should we do?" Brandon sighed as he took a moment to think which wasn't his strong suit. Looking at the castle in the distance he looked at Constance "Tonight we find somewhere to stay and tomorrow will head to the castle and hopeful someone there can help us locate Same and find a way out of here."

Standing up he began walking through the town. There were still many strange looks but Brandon didn't have time to care to think about how people were viewing him. He began knocking on doors of random houses and as most were either unanswered or slammed in his face one old lady listened. He told the woman that he and his friend got lost while out looking for another friend of theirs and now it was dark and they had no way of getting home or a place to sleep. The woman looked skeptical but after a long moment of just eyeing the two teens she allowed them into her home. Brandon thanked the woman as she gave them access to two single beds that she said once belonged to her sons that had since left home. He was happy that they had found a place to stay the nite but he was still worried about what tomorrow would bring.

Loretta surrendered bitterly and glided out of the throne room. Demetrius was angered further as the doors closed behind his sister. Guards reopened it and poured in, awaiting official orders.

"Uh, okay, sorry guys, but this is seriously getting out of hand," Samuel said. The prince felt his temper flare higher. He rose from his throne and slowly approached the stranger.

"Excuse me?" he asked lowly, dangerously. Samuel raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't do anything wrong, and you can't just throw me in a dungeon like you're the freaking president or something," he replied.

"The hell I can't," Metri insisted, but Samuel ignored him and pulled out a strange looking black box. He muttered something to himself and ran his hand through his hair. Demetrius was enraged, but he kept a calm exterior. "Guards, put him in the dungeon immediately and indefinitely," the prince ordered. "Seek out his companions and invite them here. If they resist, bring them in as criminals."

Brandon gazed around the room he couldn't help be amazed by the fine detail involved in everything. From the way people dressed to architecture of the buildings to the furniture in the rooms, every piece of it made him feel as if he was dropped into another place in time. Who ever was responsible for this creation needed to be given some kind of reward.

As Constance came over to him she turned his body so he was facing the door, "Stay like that, I'm going to change." Brandon nodded "As you command my lady," Brandon said jokingly as he waited for Constance to finish changing. Once she had finished he started stripping out of his own clothes leaving on his boxers and undershirt. Walking over to the dresser as Constance opened it he took a look at the weird looking clothes "I can't believe people still wear stuff like this."

Picking up the clothes he had just taken off he placed them into his bag before zipping it back up. He glanced over at Constance who had her phone "Still no signal?" he asked as if he didn't already know the answer. He wished that their phones would work so they could just call Sam and ask him where the hell he was. With a sigh he sat down on his mattress, today had been one hell of a day and he just wanted to go to sleep and wake up in place where technology was something that worked.

Turning to the door as he heard it being pushed open the old woman named Abigail entered holding a wooden tray with bowls of food for them. In all their efforts to locate Samuel Brandon hadn't realized that they hadn't eaten. While just the smell of food made his stomach rumble he was skeptical of the woman's soup. Nothing of this place was like the world he knew and he wasn't to sure about eating food from here. As the woman left them yet again he thanked her as she exited the room then looked at Constance who was offering him his soup. With an unsure look on his face he took the soup for her and eyed it suspiciously before looking back up at her "You try it first."

Daenerys

Dany just sat but in just watched as the scene before her continued to unfold. Loretta respecting Demetrius's word as heir to the throne left the decision up to him which meant Samuel would be spending the night in the dudgeons. On one hand she felt bad for the man as the dudgeon wasn't a place anyone wanted to be. However, she didn't know anything about him other than his name, the fact that he had been arrested and he was supposedly from some land that she didn't really think existed. In all honesty she felt much safer knowing he was going to be under confinement while within the castle.

Before leaving Loretta made mention of Samuel's friends that the man had brought up. The though of this made her wonder if these people looked at weird as Samuel did. She figured so. With her sister gone Dany felt like it was time for her to finally go to bed. The decision had already been made as to what would be happening to Samuel so he presence was no longer required. "Well with all taken care of I shall turn in for the night. Good nite Metri," she said taking her leave before the argument between her brother and Samuel took place.

Walking the distance to her bedroom she couldn't be anymore happy when she finally got into bed. The arrival of Samuel had her mind racing of all the things that could exist out there that she had never discovered before. The feeling that she was missing out on life is what caused her rebelliousness. She wanted to explore and discover and just sitting in the castle all day everyday was not allowing to do either of those things. As she allowed her mind to settle she was soon asleep and much needed slumber.

Loretta

Loretta woke early in the morning, before light spewed through the windows. She didn't like it but she woke up her maiden and had her put up her hair and dress her in a yellow gown, with a tight corset, cap sleeves and flowing skirt. The dress had a beautiful black floral print embroidered on it. With her she took a hooded, black cloak in a woven basket. Once she sat down for breakfast she ate quickly then while no one was looking sneaked bread, grapes and cheese into her basket. Then she went down to the cellar where she put on her cloak. In the cellar there was a hidden door that could be opened to lead you into one of the cells at the very far end of the dungeon that had a broken door. After wiping away many cob webs she found the door and made sure to leave a rock between it so it would not close on her. Once through she found herself in the dimly lit cell. The dungeon was a very long hall and with only one prisoner in it the guards only came down on the hour. She ventured out until she found his cell, in the middle of the row. There he sat awake.

"I've brought you some breakfast, but only if you'll tell me why you've come here."

Constance yawned and was woken up by a light streams coming from the holes of the tattered curtains. Sitting up, she found this the best opportunity to change while Brandon was asleep. Slowing getting up, she went to the end of her bed and pulled out a the clothes she had on earlier, high-waisted jeans, a sleeveless t and Brandon's sweater. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to hear Miss. Abigale knock on the door. Tiptoeing over there, she slightly opened the door to see her with bread, cheese, and a few selects of fruits on the tray. Smiling, she bowed her head, and without another word spoken, she took it and mouthed the words thank you. Closing the door, she walked back to her bed and sat down the tray. Looking at Brandon, she slide to him and tapped his head, "Time to wake up, Abby brought some food for us. It looks good, just some cheeses, fruit and bread." Walking to the tray, she separated the fruit to being equally distributed to the both of them (but giving herself the better fruit). Taking a bite, she smiled at the juiciness of the fruit.

After eating most of it, she sat down to check her phone for the time. Her eyes widen at the text she received from Samuel, unsure if it was the fact that she even received one or that Samuel was stuck in a dungeon! She felt bad that she hadn't notice the text until the morning, a good 8 or 9 hours he must have been in there. Then she started to freak out and 1000s of questions popped in her mind, what if he was dead!? What could Samuel have done to get in a dungeon. Putting that aside, she looked in the corner of her phone to see one single bar. Happy she instantly replied back, but with little seconds a notification came back there was no service. Looking back up, she realized the bar was gone and the words 'No Service' mocked her. She was determined, Constance stood on her bed to get the highest spot in the room, no success so she ran outside. One measly bar appeared, and she sent the message that was in her drafts.

"Where are you!?! Dungeon?! We been looking for you forever, are you in the castle? Are you okay?"

Constance's face brighten up and almost hopped with excitement. Turning to Brandon she smiled and nodded in respond. There were no other options for the two of them and it seemed like this man was trust worthy. Smiling she bowed again, "Thank you so much! We will just get our stuff and come back to you." Grabbing Brandon by the wrist, she pulled him inside to the room. "We don't know this guy, but if Abigale seems to trust him then we should do the same." Putting her camera around her neck, she grabbed her bag and slipped the strap onto her shoulder. Taking a deep breathe she stood there to collect her thoughts.

Abigale smiled as she continued with the Prince, the future heir to the throne. "Why have you come out here to collect them? They must be quite important if you did it with your own flesh and bones." Everyone in town knew about Demetrius's reputation, letting others do most of his work but then again he was higher and could sentence anyone to death or imprisonment for life in one snap. Keeping quiet until they came out to meet up with the Prince. Constance walked to him and adjusted her strap to make it more comfortable. Before, she checked her phone on last time to see no response from Samuel.

Finding it kind of fishy, she slipped the phone back in and glared at Demetrius. "I have one question before you lead us away, if you for sure know where my friend is, then tell me his location. He said he's stuck in a dungeon, does that mean he did something wrong or are you keeping a innocent man behind bars because of your arrogance and curiosity?" Samuel would fit right into that category but it's better to know each side of the story if he actually is stuck. "I'm not here to play around, I'm just here to get my friend back." She didn't break eye contact with the prince, she watched his every single move.

Loretta

Loretta's face dropped when Samuel said he did not want food. Her plan had failed her to get information from him. Which was all she wanted. She decided to stay there and wait, not wanting to let that be it. Her feet grew tired of waiting but she kept her eyes constantly on him. Finally he did speak. "I've come here on a trip with my two friends. We're back-packing across Europe. I took a year off of college for it." Again he face dropped. Loretta slid the bread, cheese and grapes on a plate under the cell door toward him, giving up and completely unsatisfied with the answer. 3"I do not understand what it is you're talking about. What is College and Europe and backpacking? Am I going to get any real answers from you? Or shall you go on with this strangeness?" she asked starting to get absolutely aggravated. Who did he think he was? Going on about all these things? "You came from beyond the wall. But there's nothing out there." she said more to herself then to him.

"Well, if your asking, I know where to find your Samuel. If you'll come with me to the castle, I'll show you." Brandon nodded as Constance bowed and thanked the man. "And you were worried that we'd never find Samuel," Brandon said looking at Constance. Grabbing him by his wrist he was dragged from outside back into the house. "We don't know this guy, but if Abigale seems to trust him then we should do the same." Brandon nodded as he packed up his things, "This is the best lead we've gotten on Samuel so far so if you think we can trust him am all for it."

Following Constance he stood by her side as he waited for them to start heading to the castle. "I have one question before you lead us away, if you for sure know where my friend is, then tell me his location. He said he's stuck in a dungeon, does that mean he did something wrong or are you keeping a innocent man behind bars because of your arrogance and curiosity?" Brandon just stood there staring at Constance she had gone from trusting to suspicious all within a matter of a seconds.

"Okay so I see that your kind of in the moment here but um I just have a couple of questions. One where in the hell did that all come from. Two when did Samuel tell you he was in a dudgeon. Three isn't so much a question but if your gonna ask him to prove that he knows where Samuel is you probably shouldn't have said he was in the dudgeon. And lastly stop being so crazy before you get us throw in the dudgeon too!" Brandon paused for a moment as he realized that there was actually a dudgeon in this place. Where the hell were they. As Constance stared the prince down Brandon just stood there hoping he wouldn't be the next one siting in a cell.

Constance broke the stare from Demetrius to look at Brandon, "Okay, One: I plan to get all the information out as possible, so if that means to do this then that is what I am doing. I guess I can act nicer. Two: I got a text from Sam saying he was in a dungeon, I must have picked up some signal while I was asleep. Three: The point I said so, because if you wanted someone to follow you.. you wouldn't tell him that their friend is in a dungeon.. it's just stupid. Proving to him that I know where he is, then gives him the opportunity to not lie to us in the future. and Four, I agree and should stop while I'm ahead.. sorry." She bowed down to Demetrius and apologized once more. "I just didn't get much sleep, and worry about my friends. If you would be kind, could you show us to him?" trying to erase her bad attitude from earlier, she smiled and tried to be warm. "Prince Demetrius."

Abigale tipped her head again and held her finger up to wait just a moment. She walked inside but came out just a few seconds later. "I wanted to give you two this, don't open it until you return home. If you don't mind Prince, I will go on back into my house and start my day." Without another word, she handed Brandon and Constance the sacks and walked back inside. Constance looked at the bag, and felt around, but kept the promise Abigale wanted and didn't open it. Slipping it in her bag, she looked at the Prince, "She's a very nice woman, if you don't mind.. do something for her." Constance caught on with Abigale's past, but didn't mention anything about it. She kept quiet seeing she had cut of the Prince many times before and didn't want to upset him. Peaking from the side of her eye, she watched Brandon and felt bad that she almost got them both in trouble..