Hiiiiii I was just thinking about something and wondered if you'd want to write a snippet for it
Imagine a prince whumpee getting kidnapped. He's not bratty or super coddled, but he's still royalty. Maybe he was on the run from usurpers, maybe he was minding his own business in the gardens. But he gets nabbed, bound, gagged, the whole shebang. Maybe even roughed up a little👀
Why he's getting yoinked is up to you!!!
thank you so much for this, it was really fun!
content: royal whump, kidnapping, bound and gagged
Christoper is running. Again.
His life has been on-and-off sprints ever since his cousin, Darian, marched to the palace with thousands of swords under his command and stole the throne. Christopher barely escaped, and now that's all he's been doing. His cousin's army is vast, and they've spread out across the kingdom looking for the last thing in Darian's way.
Christopher has no army, no allies, not even a sword, but he'll be damned if he doesn't have his speed.
Darian's men race after him as he tears through the forest, leaping over roots and kicking up fallen leaves in his wake. He doesn't know where he's going, just that he can't stop. That strategy hasn't failed him yet...
But nothing lasts forever.
These men aren't as dumb as the ones that have been chasing after him lately, and it catches him off guard when the blue-clad soldiers appear in front of him. So much so that he does the fatal thing. He trips.
He hits the ground hard, and before he can even attempt to get up, he feels a boot on his back, shoving him into the moss and roots. He cries out, and another boot kicks him, joined by another, and another, until Christopher loses count and blows are raining on him from all sides. All he can do is curl up and cover his head and pray for it to be over soon.
It ends, eventually, with him bruised and probably a little broken. The soldiers don't care, though, and they roughly bind him with rope. His ankles and knees are tied together, and his hands are tied behind his back and stuffed in a small sack that cinches tightly around his wrists.
"I am your rightful prince," Christopher says as soon as he comes face to face with the captain of the group, marked with a gold pin on his uniform.
For that, he gets a slap across the face.
"You think I give a shit?" the captain says. "Unless you can pay me, boy, you're nothing but a shiny little item our prince wants. And who are we to deny him?"
"You will all face justice," Christopher snaps.
The captain repeats his words mockingly, and the rest of the men laugh.
"Gag him," the captain commands.
Someone pulls a thick cloth around Christopher's mouth and ties it tightly behind his head, even as he thrashes to avoid it.
He's pissed at himself for getting caught. How could he have let this happen? He should have been faster, smarter, stronger. No wonder all the best fighters of the kingdom chose Darian.
They've clearly prepared to capture him, because they throw him in a caged wagon and get going quickly. Bound and without his voice, Christopher is completely powerless.
All he can do now is wonder why Darian wants him alive.
