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Ezekiel Soren Wyld

"Life is a double-edged sword. Please try to not cut yourself with it."

0 · 399 views · located in Midevil times- the kingdoms and Israphel

a character in “Tale of Two Kingdoms”, as played by BrandedOne

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Ezekiel Wyld
The Soothing Flame, Kingdom of Fire


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At A Glance
Full Name: Ezekiel Soren Wyld
Nicknames: The White Flame
Age: 21
Birthdate: July 22nd, during Mid-Summer
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Role: Praetorian Guard of the Fire Kingdom

Personality
Likes: Being outside and just wandering, healing others, giving guidance, reading books, watching out for others
Dislikes: The war, those who harm others senselessly, watching others being tortured or confined, not being able to help people, being forced to harm women or children
Fears: Dying before the war ends, being unable to protect those he cares for
Goals: To see this war end, and bring peace

Personality: You wish to know about me? Well, I don't mind sharing of course; just be careful with who you share it with ok?
Firstly, I'm considered an oddity among the Fire Kingdom. Despite my status as a Praetorian Guard, I don't like harming innocents, especially women or children. They are treasure after all, so shouldn't they be treasured as they rightfully are? I love the quiet, especially the time of night. It brings solace to my aching heart as I view this horrible war.
I strive to protect others. That is my purpose as a Praetorian. Despite my skill with a blade, which could easily end many a soldier's life, I choose to take the harder path, and wield my talents in the defense of others. To this end, I tend to wander around, finding those that need help and I help them if I can. I know that the people love me for it, and I'm happy to do those things for them.

Normal Clothing: I like to wear a white robe, as it doesn't confine my movements when I fight with my sword. It just...flows a lot better than armor.
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Capabilities
Favorite Weapon(s): http://images.wikia.com/lpw/images/8/89/Sword.png
I prefer the swiftness of the blade, for it's easier to parry and strike with. As a fairly light weapon, it doesn't obstruct my movements, and when in my hands the blade as deadly as its master.
Skills: I was blessed with the rare gift of being able to create and use White Fire. Unlike the royalty of the Fire Kingdom, my flames don't harm. They heal.

BiographyMy history? Well, not that much to tell really. I was born to average parents, who lived an average life. Father was a bladesman in the army, and from an early age he trained me in everything he knew. By the time I was fifteen, I had gotten better than even him. I wasn't until later that I learned I was one of the best in the entire kingdom. This drew the attention of the army and I was hounded to join up by my friends. My father was reluctant to let me, but he understood the need and gave me his blessing as I left.

That was when a few skirmishes had broken out. Having moved away from my family home, I was being taught by the soldiers of the army about combat. They didn't understand how I fought without armor, but they eventually learned why, once I was able to dance around every one of them, not a one managing to hit me. I learned through this training that I didn't like standing still in battle, my best defense was to dodge, evade. This kept enemies unable to hit me, and they overexerted to bring their hits back into control, thus tiring them out faster.

It was during this time that I learned of my gift. Apparently, my mother had given birth do me next to a node of fire energy, and it affected my birth. I learned that I could control White Fire, the fire of healing energy. This gift caught the kings attention, and I was quickly drawn into the elite guard of the royal family at the age of eighteen. I've been doing this for three years now, and I found that I prefer it here, where I can do more good than harm to others. Now if I could just figure out why we went to war...

So begins...

Ezekiel Soren Wyld's Story

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Ezekiel stood next to the group of guards, following them as they escorted the Princess of Snow. He frowned at how she was restrained, and the younger woman looked frightened because of it. Of course, he knew the reasons why. This young woman's bloodline was derived from the element of Ice, and if she had freedom she'd have the ability to freeze most of them in place. Ezekiel wasn't entirely concerned though, as the White Fire that burned in his body kept him from such harmful effects. That's part of what made him so strong.

The young man's thoughts turned inward as they continued to walk. He knew the strength of the White Fire better than anyone. It kept it's bearer's body from disease, from poison, from extreme cold and heat, and it even gave him a slight regeneration factor. If the young man chose, he could share that flame with another, bathing them in it's light to heal their body just like it constantly healed his own. As he studied the young princess' restraints, Ezekiel couldn't help but wonder if his White Fire would conflict with her nature if he tried to heal her.

Then the odd little caravan stopped, and the Praetorian recognized the visage of his Prince appear. He couldn't help but wonder if these two were going to kill each other as they spoke. The Princess of Snow was certainly a lot more flirtatious than he gave her credit for though, and very brave to do such a thing as she just did to the Prince while restrained. He knew that if the pair came to blows, he wouldn't be able to do much unless requested. While the young man's skills with a sword were unparalleled, he had no wish to put them to use today. So instead, he just gave the Princess a small smile if she were to look in his direction, one that just held a kind warmth as he observed the pair. Ezekiel was not going to break protocol and interrupt the Prince.

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"Smart girl, done your homework I see. But I've got a better idea. Rather than wrecking my hall, why don't we... you know what? I'll let you enjoy the naivety while it lasts." He strode behind her, pushing the hunters out of his way and grabbed the bindings on her wrists. Spotting Ezekiel, he motioned for him to come over as he hoisted Hayley up enough where she could half-walk, half-crawl as he started pulling her towards the back of the hall.

"Ezekiel," He called as he lifted Hayley up. "Get these men their reward and send them on their way. After that, meet me downstairs." He said smiling. The way he said downstairs seemed to have an ominous tone to it, one that he always enjoyed saying. The tone however, fit. As he nearly tossed Hayley down the stairs the lights grew slowly dimmer, reduced to smoldering torches that lined the spiral stairwell every few dozen steps. Finally, after a few dozen flights of steps, the area opened up to a large, dank room.

The low lights glinted off the forms of rusted steel cages and old stained hooks hanging from the ceiling. "Welcome to your own personal hell Winterhold." He remarked coldly. Opening a nearby cage, he shoved her in and followed after her, the latch locking behind him. "We'll keep you here, alive obviously, until we get what we need. This cell here? It can be super heated to stop even your cold demeanor dead in its tracks, courtesy of yours truly." He stepped behind her, slicing the rope around her hands with his sword and quickly grabbing her wrists. He pinned her to a cold iron table and brought extending chains from the floor that pinned her arms to it. "Same with the table." He added, chaining her legs down.

"Now then, I'll be right over here," He said, stepping our of the cage and sitting on a stool nearby. "And you can either get some rest, or waste your energy. Your call. Just remember," his hand flew over to a small metal pedestal and he began pumping heat into it. The heat traveled through the metal and into the table, slowly building. "I'm in control here."

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Ezreal quietly waited after watching the fire prince treat hayley so poorly. it infuriated him to the point of which he almost gave away his position but he managed to contain his composer and stay hidden in the shadows. Ezreal whispered something into ghost's ear and ghost quietly fled the hall to wait outside for his masters signal. Ghost was a very strong ally but he was too big to stay hidden for long and it would be harder for Ezreal to hide him in the prison area.

Soon Ezreal noticed The prince and a strong looking guard-like man, who could have been the captain of the guard, drag the princess to the dungeon. Ezreal followed them keeping his distance and using the shadows to blend in. finally they stopped in the prison and threw her into a cage. Ezreal had to do something to let her know he was there but to not alert anyone else. He noticed the heat being pump into the cage and had a great idea. The nprincess must have been sweating at least a little bit from the cage and the overall heat in the part of Israphel, He hated the heat and sweating especially. He concentrated and slowly frose small droplets of sweat that were on her palm. it was only a little bit, he couldn't do much on account of how strong the prince's heat was, but at least it would let her know that an ally was nearby. he sat and waited for an opening to save the queen and had Ghost waiting outside the castle for a quick getaway or at least some help in the fighting departement if they needed it.

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Hayley was taken by Ulmo and pushed towards some evil looking staircase that descended into something that she could only guess would be not pleasurable at all. She looked at the guard that Ulmo had instructed and gave him a worried look then looked back at Ulmo who was smiling an almost twisted and scary smile as he said where they were to meet up.

Ulmo shoved her down the steps and she would have fallen down the cold stone if not for his tight grip on her bindings around her wrist. She clenched her fists and walked down the stairs in front of Ulmo, past the torches with orange flames. She missed her own castle surprisingly. Instead of nasty orange and red torches they had, in place, blue fire torches, a specialty in their kingdom. Her father refused to have anything that could relate to the Inferno king in his Kingdom and Hayley guessed it went the same for the Inferno King as well, wherever he was. Maybe he'd show up to watch the daughter of his worst enemy be tortured or something.

Hayley was brought to their dungeons which looked exactly like the torture chambers they had in the Frost lands, where they would question people from the Flames. She looked around scared as she was cut free. She squirmed and struggled as she was strapped down to a table. "Welcome to your own personal hell Winterhold. We'll keep you here, alive obviously, until we get what we need. This cell here? It can be super heated to stop even your cold demeanor dead in its tracks, courtesy of yours truly. Same with the table." He said in a menacing tone.

He stepped out and sat close to her on the other side of the cage and pumped heat into the cage and table. She felt the heat slowly build and struggled uncomfortable as it started to sting a little. She tried to blow frost onto her chains and body to cool down but all that came out was cold breathe, no foggy cold mist, or ice. She started to get scared at knowing how vulnerable she now was. She struggled and yelled to Ulmo, "You can't treat me like this! If I weren't in here you'd be crawled on the floor with a frostbit body! Stop this now Ulmo! Oh wait or should I call you by your royal name Anthony?" She looked at him her eyes big blue and innocent. She smiled softly at him as she was sweating from the intense heat. She'd never experienced this before and squirmed at her discomfort.

"Now then, I'll be right over here, and you can either get some rest, or waste your energy. Your call. Just remember, I'm in control here."

Suddenly she felt a weird sensation on her hands. It was slightly cold and when she looked down she saw there was frozen drops of her sweat laying in her palm. She quickly looked around, but all she could see was Ezekiel and the prince. But then her eye caught the familiar white hair hiding on the other side of the dungeon. She smiled to herself as she said, "You know I thought the Prince of Flames was braver than this. Turns out you're still scared of a girl who doesn't have any powers and is weak in a cage. Why doesn't the brave Inferno King to be, come in here and actually fight. I don't have my ice elements to fight back do I?" She smirked at the prince, and laughed softly to herself.

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Ezekiel saw that glint in the Prince's eyes and he inwardly sighed. If it was one thing that the young man hated, it was torture. The concept just felt all kinds of wrong to him in so many ways. It went against everything that his father taught him, everything that the flame that burned within his body felt, and he just knew that the Prince was doing it on purpose to mess with him. However, being a subordinate to the royal family, all Ezekiel could do was bow and obey. And so, he marched off with the soldiers that captured the young ice maiden, in order to give them their reward for capturing such a "prize."

Oh wow, how declaring a person as a prize just sent a bad taste in his mouth. The men that followed him seemed to notice and snickered, but they soon shut up when the young man's molten silver gaze landed on them, reminding them of just why he was made a Praetorian Guard. The gaze promised swift death, one that they couldn't avoid if they kept that up. Once they quieted, he kept walked before he got to the treasury. Marching in, he grabbed enough coin for the job and handed it to all of them, before his gaze softened a little and he added some more from his own pocket. "Go enjoy yourselves tonight. The rest of the day is your's to spend as you see fit."

Once they all left, he walked back down to the room and noticed a man that he'd never seen before. By the feeling that the White Flame within him was giving off, the man was of the Frost Kingdom. While he wasn't suppose to let the man live, he saw that this person was keeping the Princess from hurting too much so he merely rapped his knuckles over the man's head as he passed by and into the room. Ezekiel saw how the Princess was being effected, and he frowned, visibly. "My Prince...is this truly necessary? I can tell that the only reason she's acting like this is because it gets a rise out of you." He gave the Princess a silent look to just go along with it. He didn't want to see her suffering, he hated seeing anyone suffering.

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#, as written by Shaodow
Inferno King


A large firm hand would grip the shoulders of the young Praetor, the already hot room began to grow noticeably hotter as that hand belonged to non other than the wrathful Inferno King himself, the intimidating bearded man towered well over six feet and with a straight back and broad shoulders his presence simply demanded attention so much so that it perplexed those who served him to no end how he could enter a room so silently. " Now now, I trust our young Praetor isn't questioning his superiors is he? It would be a shame if his loyalties would have to be called into question wouldn't it " his voice was deep, gruff and powerful and as he spoke his grip tighten slightly while the spot he touched rapidly heated up to the point were even a native to the fire kingdom would feel the burn. His eyes were dead locked on the little princess of snow and a fir burned behind them that showed the good times were only just beginning, his grip on Ezekiel loosened while he moved him to the side not too forcefully and crossed the room to were the fruits of his labor remained cadged like a bird with clipped wings.

" My boy does know how to treat guest does he not? " He asked facetiously as he turned his head to give an approving nod to his son Ulmo, it was clear that he was pleased to be thereafter prolonged dealings with those in his court, he often complained that the politics of his court were far more tiresome than his years spent alone in the wilderness as a young boy and after being locked in a power struggled with the Frost kingdom it was a comfort to know that he now had a bit of an upper hand. There was only one of three ways they would respond to the capture of their princess, they would either send someone to sneak in a rescue her, attack in attempts of rescuing her, or attempt to negotiate for her all of which he was very prepared for. When he looked back to the captured princess he could almost laugh at the look of pure hatred she gave him, as if she could with her eyes alone drive tiny daggers into his heart, fortunately for her he was not particularly fond of torturing captives himself though him being that close to the cage was more than enough to cause her throat to dry up and he knew it.

" I hope you find your.. accommodations to your liking, we plan on keeping you here for a long time, hopefully your dear mommy and daddy have the gall to attack my kingdom for you so I can have the pleasure of hacking them to pieces with this " he said in a patronizing tone as the pulled the straps loose that held his axe to his waist, as soon as he did so the room itself began to feel like a hot box and he snapped his fingers as he said " Until then you just sit tight " soon after that one of his personal aids hurried down with a tankard of water and placed it on the inside of the cage, he did this for two reason; to see if she was fool enough or brave enough to try anything with it, and to keep her from dehydrating completely as the presence of him and his son was most likely overwhelming already so far from her element.

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Hayley was burning up quick. It felt like she was a fish without water in a desert. She had never experienced such intense heat before in her life and didn't know how to deal with it. She only hoped it would end soon. When she turned her head in the direction of the people speaking her eyes widen. She saw the Inferno King for the first time in all his mightiness. She stared at him as he walked up behind the high ranking guard and told him that Ulmo was doing a fine job in keeping her contained.

Hayley struggled against her chains as much as she could, but with the presence of the King and Prince, along with the prince channeling his own intense body heat into her cage, the heat was draining her own energy from her body, causing her to be tired and weak. She was starting to grow sleepy, but couldn't give into the feeling, since she knew if she did they could do whatever they wanted with her and she knew she was already vulnerable, but even more so if she was unconscious.


"I hope you find your.. accommodations to your liking, we plan on keeping you here for a long time, hopefully your dear mommy and daddy have the gall to attack my kingdom for you so I can have the pleasure of hacking them to pieces with this. Until then you just sit tight " The King said to the princess. This infuriated her to the point where she suddenly had a burst of energy and struggled and squirmed around on the table, probably getting a rise out of the spectators around her.

"If you dare touch them I will bend the water in your blood and kill you from the inside out!" She glared at him and settled herself down. 'Why the hell did I just say that...I'm in such trouble now.' Hayley thought to herself.

After, she had said that a servant from the king brought over a tankard full to the brim with water. Hayley however wasn't naiive to this call to action or "Act of Kindness" from the king. She knew that he wanted to see how she fought or if he just needed to make sure she survived for a negotiation.

Hayley was dying of thirst slowly, from the intense heat in the dungeon, and from the turn of events that started her day. Hayley nodded her head at the tin cup and made her fingers gesture an up motion to the water. Suddenly the water came out of the cup and over to her in a big cloud of water. She held the cloud of water in her hand, and broke apart tiny pieces of it into her mouth. She drank half the water, enough to get her strength back slightly and enough to give her her ability to create frost. She then made her hands totally flat and sent the water onto chains around her wrists. She blew on the water and froze the chains. Hayley ripped her arms up and freed her hands from their bonds. Hayley made movements and motions with her arms to do the same thing with her ankles. Now free, she walked up to the king and held onto the bars of the cage which were pretty hot.

"I promise I won't cause any trouble for you sir. I'm terribly thirsty..." She batted her eyes up at the King in an innocent way, then walked over towards Ulmo. She reached out of the cage and sent an icicle that attached itself to Ulmo's clothing and pulled on it and brought him up against the cage. She took the ice away and put in back into the tankard. Hayley pressed her forehead against the bars and held herself up. All of the energy she wasted on getting free had gotten to her and she slowly slid to the floor. She grabbed onto Ulmo's leg and looked up at him. "Please Ulmo, can you get me water? I'll be good I swear." She asked him and pouted up at him.

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Ezekiel just glanced at the King as he could feel the flame within him resisting the power that the Inferno King tried to push into him. Due to the resistance of his flame, all he felt was just the pressure of the man's squeeze before he walked off. Choosing to remain quiet once the two royals were in the same room he merely studied the Princess as she pleaded and teased the Prince, and he marveled at how easily the man was being tricked by the young woman. So when he was asked by the Prince to go get his target, Ezekiel merely bowed before leaving the room to find it.

Once he left the room, Ezekiel let the frown that he'd been feeling cover his face. "Enjoyment...and fun out of torturing others? That's not exciting at all." He practically spat out as he moved to the range to pick up the Prince's target. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he walked down to fetch the target. Once he entered the range from the back, he deftly dodged all the arrows they launched in his direction as he picked up the target and dodged his way back out the door. Making back to the dungeons, he hung up the target before bowing to the royals in the room. "As per the schedule that you gave me, my King, I need to go make my rounds of the grounds." Bowing again, he backed out of the room before making his way outside.

Once the young Praetor made his way outside, he breathed in the crisp air. After doing that, Ezekiel started walking the grounds as per his normal procedure. That's when he noticed the branch over one of the walls and his silver gaze studied the area before he started stalking the steps he saw in the ground. Once he rounded the corner that's when he found the black haired young lady dressed as a member of the Ice Kingdom. Silently walking up to young woman, he quickly bound her hands and hauled her upright. "And just what is a young lady from the Ice Kingdom doing here?"

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Annabeth Ivarstead


Annabeth Was about to stand up after she had healed her ankle with her frost. She perked her ears up as she heard footsteps right behind her. Unfortunately it took the second in Which she was going to turn her head to look around that a man, a flame guard to be correct, took her hands and held them behind her back. He took out some rope and tied her wrists together.

She struggled quite violently in his grasp trying to get free. Unlucky for him he didn't know that she had a hidden knife in a strap that was found under her skirt and robes . She also struggled very hard against him to show that she was now vulnerable and unable to ge free, but that wasn't the case, as soon as he turned his back she would try to cut herself free and search for the prisoner they were holding.

"Let me go right now! My name is Annabeth Ivarstead, second in command of the Royal Ice Knights of the Kingdom of Frost. I am here on official business of the Ice Queen. So id very much appreciate it if youd let me go." she said angrily to the man.

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Annabeth struggled against the guard who had restrained her. She wondered however why he would wear the garments that he did. They looked strangely similar to the uniform that she wore at the moment and it made her wonder, 'why would the enemy wear something that remotely similar to their enemies color and style in the castle of the king?'

Suddenly, out of no where, a man with electric yellow, blonde hair came out and asked if what she had come for was official then why hadn't she come with back up and through the front gate. she gave the man an irritated look and glared at him, as she struggled in the grasp of the high ranking guard. The man introduced himself as the Inferno Commander, and she thought, 'Is that supposed to make me bow down to him or something. Because no ways in hell am I going to do that, I have my dignity after all.'

The Commander suddenly started to circle her making her squirm uncomfortably at his stares. He then took her bonded wrists away from the high ranked guard and held them close to his face examining them. As he lifted up her Arms to his face she couldn't help herself but bend forwards to avoid dislocating a shoulder or hurting herself. It was a very uncomfortable position and she listened to the Commander as he told her all his opinions.

He finally let her go and she straightened herself up as Ezekiel took her wrists again. She thought about all her opitions that he had given her. She knew she didn't have much of a choice at the moment, since she was restrained and unable to fight her way out and to the imprisoned fellow ice guard. Annabeth thought about her answer through and through. She finally looked up for her train of thought and spoke in a clear sweet tone, "My dear Commander, Sir Exburna, I will reveal my reasoning for being in your fine kingdom as told. I was given an assignment to come and negotiate to get my a friend a fellow ice citizen out of your dungeons. She is a dear friend of mine and I have come to get her back. My other is..." All and all Annabeth had forgotten what she was supposed to offer up. She thought about her robes and sword but then that would make her vulnerable and defenseless, an easy opportunity for these men To do anything they wanted to her. "I will serve as a servant or prisoner your choice what you do with me. I am a high ranker knight of the ice queen so I am of great value. All I ask is that my friend be let go."

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Hayley was picked up by the arms and pulled up to a standing position by Ulmo. She looked at him mazed at how strong he was, although in her case she wasn't the heaviest load, being a descendent of ice she was petite and fragile, like a sheet of ice. He began teasing her, "You know you really shouldn't provoke dear old dad. After all you are under his rule now." he whispered into her ear. As he let her go, he dismissed his father from the dungeon, saying he had the situation under control.

Ulmo began radiating the cage, making it look like he wasn't doing such a thing. This action from Ulmo made her clutch her stomach at the immense heat that swallowed her up and zapped her of her energy. "Who knows, maybe if she behaves, I'll put her in the deluxe cage?" He said, mockingly? He turned to her and pinched her cheek which hurt her. She clenched her teeth and ripped herself away from his grasp.

Ulmo teased her by tapping the metal of the cage sending intense waves of heat into it. She looked at him with sad pleading eyes, asking him in a soft weak voice, "Please, Ulmo, please stop, let me go please." She felt incredibly weak and looked at him with innocent eyes.

He asked the guard to fetch him his target and she hoped that she wouldn't become a moving target for his crossbow practice. How much she wanted to have her bow and run away again in the woods.

Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the boy hiding behind some equipment, sneak up behind the prince. She knew this boy, as her duty was to know all the citizens by name and picture she recongized him as Ezreal. "Ezreal!" she called out as he opened the door to her cage and pushed the prince off the chair. She quickly gathered her strength and stepped out from her confined space. Hayley looked at him sadly, she didn't want to leave him but knew if she stayed she'd get caught again.

"Ezreal you can't please come with me." she asked sweetly begging him. "you'll get hurt." she was now at the stairs on the first step of the stairs. She grabbed her weapons that were in a chest by the stairwell going up. She put her bow and sheth over her shoulder and stared at the two enemy's about to duel and potentially get hurt over her.

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Ezekiel merely yawned before gently turning the young woman around and walking her inside the castle. "We'll worry about that at a later date Anna." He said with a soft voice as he walked her into the castle, keeping the pair out of sight from any curious guards. THey walked through various rooms and halls, winding staircases and the like, before reaching a door. Opening it, the young Praetor guided Annabeth inside before closing the door and locking it. Then Ezekiel sat her down in a nearby chair and started to remove her hidden weapons. "You know, it actually took me some work to find your tracks. I'll applaud you for that." He said conversationally as he set her weapons on the table before resuming his search. It would be obvious that Ezekiel was trying his best to keep from touching her inappropriately.

Once that was done, he started working on the laces of her armor before removing it and leaving her in her clothing. "There, that's probably more comfortable for you." He gave the young woman before him a small smile before standing her up again and sitting her down on the couch in his room, with him sitting next to her. Glancing at her hands he then unwound the bindings that surrounded her wrists before pocketting it once more. "This is probably better than the dungeons anyway. So, please be good and don't try anything. I'd rather not have to haul you there...you'll be far from comfortable then." He said before leaning back on his couch, studying her with his expressive silver gaze, mostly showing curiosity about her. "So, what brings you so far from home? I know that it takes a lot for someone to offer up their own bodies in exchange for someone else."

After saying that, he looked around before a small flush hit his cheeks. "And that's not what I brought you to my room for!" He exclaimed waving his hands defensively. "I...just don't like to see people suffering..." He made a face before looking back at her, trying to judge her reactions to his rambling and generosity, hoping that she wouldn't take offense or force his hand in making him take her to the castle dungeons.

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Adenah's head was hurting like crazy, but at least it didn't feel like the earth was spinning anymore. She was sneaking around the castle trying to find her daggers and her bag, when suddenly she heard yelling and something being knocked over from one of the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

"Ezreal can't you please come with me?" A girl was talking, but Adenah wasn't able to see her from her hiding spot behind one of the giant columns in the hall. "You'll get hurt."

Her inner thief immediately took over and she began to sneak over towards the stairs. Maybe the person had some kind of weapon Adenah could "borrow". She didn't like how vulnerable she felt without her daggers, all she got was the tiny knife in her boot. The person speaking didn't seem like a threat at all. Besides, she would really need something to protect herself with if she wanted to get away alive.

Adenah reached the stairs and glanced down. A girl was standing with a bow and some arrows at the end of the stairs. Adenah was just about to run down and jerk it away from her when she realised the girl was dressed in the Kingdom of Frost's clothes. Another man from the frost kingdom was also down there. Adenah didn't notice the prince of fire who was crawling on the ground. So that's the reason I'm not dead yet! Adenah thought and started laughing. Those two icy morons were the reason she was alive! "You've got to be kidding me!" she bursted without caring that they saw her. No way she was going to be caught when they had two ice people at the castle! All the attention had been at them, that's why she could almost just walk around the castle without anyone caring. She suddenly felt all confident again and she started laughing. Somehow she just always managed not to get killed and it felt great. "God simply just loves me, huh?" she said and placed her hands on her hips. The little fear she had felt only minutes ago was gone, but that was probably because she hadn't noticed the prince on the floor.

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Annabeth looked at the guard with a funny look on her face. She was confused on why he was being so nice, especially since he Was after all a guard of the Inferno king.

He soon brought her to a room that didn't look like the dungeon at all. It made her confused, why would he bring her to another place besides the dungeon? Did he not care that she was from the Ice kingdom? He sat her in a chair and started to pat her down taking all of her hidden weapons. She was starting to feel like she was being examined not just her weapons. She squirmed a bit, but then felt that he was avoiding to touch in inappropriately.

She smiled softly at his attempts and then stop as he helped himself to untying the laces that held on her armor. Staring at the man, he said, "There,that's probably more comfortable for you." She gave him a confused smile and said, "Yes sir, thank you."

He talked to her as he untied her bonds on her wrists. Why would he do this for her? "So what brings you so far from home? I know it takes a lot for someone to offer up their own bodie in pexchange of some else." She started giggling at his defense on how he hadnt boughten her here to take advantage of her. "it's ok." she replied giggling and smiling soft,y at him.

He lead her over to a couch and as he sat down she slid in closer to him. "It's a dear friend of mine. I can't let her be here."

He told her how he hated to see people suffer and she smiled a soft sweet smile at him. "well I think that is sweet that you care so much about people thAt you'd bother to take an ice guard into your bedroom and care for her." She looked at him, she felt pain admitting it but she was starting to trust him a bit. "I am in your debt, er, Sir....?" She looked at him confused on what to call him.

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He blinked as the woman slid closer to him, and a faint blush arose on his cheeks for it. "Not that I mind...but why do you want to sit so close to me? I'm the Praetorian Guard for the nobility." Ezekiel stated calmly, waiting for the usual reaction he got from his station. It wasn't a secret what being a Praetor meant; having to possess unparallelled ability in combat, and in his case the possession of the White Fire. Once she called his actions sweet, he smiled and gave her a one-armed hug, choosing not to let go in case she needed the protection from the heat that being near him would bring.

"Oh! I'm sorry, my name is Ezekiel Soren Wyld." He gave her a small smile before resting against her a little more. It was obvious the day had worn him out, and he was rather comfortable. "A friend huh?" He commented to himself after getting comfortable. He wondered if it was the princess she was speaking of, which then made him wonder about her homeland. He was getting rather disillusioned with his homeland, and he didn't like the way that the rulers were leading. Ezekiel sighed before looking at his beautiful companion.

"Anna, what is your King and Queen's perspective on the war? Are they as cruel there as the ruler's are here?" His tone was soft, meek even as he asked, his arm unconciously pulling her closer as he did. His silver gaze seemed far away as they focused on the far corner, like he was lost in deep thought even as he asked. The proof of this was the hand that had come to rest against her leg and his own, gently making small circles as he thought. Once he realized just what he was doing, however, he snatched his hands away and moved back some. "I'm sorry..."

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"Oh, um I'm sorry. I didn't even know I had." She said, but as she was about to move away she saw and felt a big strong arm, wrap around her body and pull her up against him. She smiled up at him as he squeezed her shoulders in a little hug.

"Ezekiel huh? We don't names like that in the Ice Kingdom. I like it...its different." She smiled and felt Ezekiel lean against her. She thought about how they had come to be like this. She wondered again why he wasn't the horrible stereotype of the fire guards that she had met before, the ones who were greedy and evil men, who brought the frost people they had caught straight to the dungeons. But she thought back to how calmly Ezekiel was when he took her.

She was thinking hard when a question that sparked such surprise to be uttered from the lips of a Flame Guard. "Well, like all great rulers, they are strict on rules and care greatly about their people. They don't like fighting or violence much, and this war between the Ice and the Flames has risen to such great rates that they are forced to put their soldiers in the line of danger to protect their peacefulness of their kingdom. They care about their people more than anything, and do what they believe is only in the best interest of them. They think highly of honor as well." She looked up at him and shrugged. "Nothing much but its home and I live to serve my King and Queen." She smiled softly at Ezekiel.

Annabeth was talking about the Ice Royalty and hadn't noticed that Ezekiel's hand slipped between her and his own leg and was drawing small circles on her leg, which surprisingly felt like a good sensation. He suddenly noticed his actions and quickly apologizing, and obviously feeling guilty about it he looked down.

Anna didn't like seeing people sad and reached over and drew small circles on his strong chest and giggled. "Don't be, I like it." She looked at him and smiled reassuringly.

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