fifthfang:
(closed fantasy AU starter for @ambimerc)
This room was not supposed to be occupied. Legault had done three surveys of the fortress â one two days ago, one this morning, and one a scant two hours ago â before heâd felt ready to slip in after the covenant bracelet. And now, for whatever reason, this usually-vacant corner of the fortress had a restive occupant.
He hung silently in the rafters, watching the movements of the woman below. She was restless and far too alert, not someone he could distract long enough with a thrown pebble at the far wall. He dismissed the idea of killing her outright, certain it could not be done quietly even if she somehow deserved it â and he couldnât say whether she did or did not.
That left him three options: wait until she got bored or sleepy, find another entrance, or take a more direct approach. Ordinarily heâd have chosen one of the first two, but the theft had a deadline, and it was approaching with the morning sun. That left only the last.
He let himself down with a whisper-soft landing, behind but not entirely out of her line of sight. âMilady, if youâll forgive the intrusion. Iâd no intention of keeping you up at this hour.â
Ally didnât take being held in a prison cell well, nor did she like the idea of being accused of something she didnât do. But she sure as hell loathed the idea of being force to into marrying some geezer that was older than her father.Â
But when you have missing posters all over town with the reward of her hand in marriage along with the Svent fortune tied along it proved to make her efforts of leaving the Svent manor difficult. She was just surprised someone recognized her this far from home.
She was pacing the room, getting an idea of every nook and cranny that could give her a potential plan of escape. The âceremonyâ was supposed to be tomorrow, with or without her fatherâs blessing. She didnât want to stick around long enough to find out. She probably couldâve thought of someway to trick one of the house maids into getting her to escape, but she had no familiarity of the place since she was knocked out. Apparently her notoriety of escaping finally caught up to her.Â
She felt a slight breeze and froze, there werenât any windows in this very room. The otherâs voice, while calm did put her on edge as she whipped around to look at him. A thief? An Assassin perhaps?... âYou seem intent on giving me a heart attack instead.â While she wasnât one to ask for help especially in times like this, she was gonna have to let her pride take a backseat in this, âAre you here to help me escape?âÂ







