Runaway Love

"Dear lond Princess Celeste!" Ulric snapped and hid her from the shame of Rowans eyes. "Please do not let random men undress and dress you." he looked away with embarrassment -face red- but was able to hide her body from the now irritated and angry Rowan.

Ulric turned his attention to Catalija once Celeste was dressed. She informed him that the girls were on their way. "Wonderful." He nodded and turned back to Celeste. "Princess, get on your horse. We'll go out the back. I'll go to the garden to try to defuse and help the other two out." Even if the other smugglers have this under control.

He helped the young girl onto her horse and instructed Rowan and Catalija to help Celeste and meet then at the back gates. From there all of them would go to the docks. It was their safest bet to get out of the place. By sea.

Ulric glanced up at one of the windows at random chance but was glad when he noticed Alan. He gave a small way back and pointed to the garden gates which weren't heavily guarded. One or Two men in silvery armor stood blankly at the gates.

Prince Ulric walked up to them and once he caught their attention he began to run to them. "The king!" he shouted. "He's under attack in the front yards!" he watched as the two loyal men took off to 'aid' their king that was under 'attack'

He smirked to himself and was always glad he had some sort of preforming skills.

"....Ember?" he whispered aloud knowing the guards were gone.

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"We should get going." Rowan announced looking Catalija and Celeste up and down. He liked what he saw.
 
Cossette did her best to keep up with random guy, figuring that he was a smuggler. Some part of her wondered if he might be an assassin but that was doubtful, especially since her father didn't really have much to be killed over. And her older sister seemed completely fine with following him, so she saw no problem with it. But it was hard to keep up with him, even in her boots. Because sadly she was just a normal young woman and running in a dress and corset wasn't exactly an easy thing to do. Maybe if I had been a girl from one of those tales told in Father's Great Halls, she thought, picturing a time when the Great Hall had actually been filled with people.

By the time the man had briefly stopped to wave over one of his 'friends' she was gasping for air. The world spun around her and she wondered why in all that was good in the world had she let her handmaid dress her to meet the stupid Princes when she knew she was supposed to be smuggled out of the kingdom. If she had just said no, like her other two sisters, she'd be able to run just a little bit faster and maybe even breathe normally. And this isn't even the beginning... the bitter thought crossed her mind even before she could stop it.
 
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Cassandra kept on following the smuggler throughout the maze-like hallways of the cursed castle she had been raised in, well for pretty much all of her life. It was your normal typical childhood of a female with noble blood of hers. Well despite the odd disruptions that happened once in a while. Her minds thought back to when she had ruined her small pink dress as she tried to chase a cat through the court-yard as a toddler. Her kind mother had laughed it off but her father took it rather harshly.

That was probably what started the shaky relationship with the king. But then again, the only child the King really liked was Cossette so it didn't matter that much. Speaking of Cossette as she glanced back at her sister who was clearly struggling to keep the pace up she stopped.

"Wait! Uhm, Mister smuggler give us a minute!" Cassandra whispered, as if she was shouting. She looked back the heavily dressed sister. She pinched some of the fabric of the poofy skirt and looked back up.

"Are you wearing something under this? Because if you are it would be best to take off this heavy rubbish father had you wear." Cassandra spoke quickly, keeping her voice on a lone tone.
 
(I have no idea what the posting order is anymore. Also, I'm grounded, so my replies will be limited for a bit.)


Ember caught Alan's motion from one of the windows as he waved and rushed the princesses by, but found unsheathing her sword useless as Ulric distracted the guards, sending them off in a tizzy. Holding her sword aside, she dared to look him in the eyes, her scowl showing her obvious displeasure.
"You shouldn't have done that. They'll know you've lied to distract them sooner or later, that is…unless you can come up with a reasonable alibi." she said, not doubting that the cunning prince could do so. He'd already done so much. Shaking her head, she let out a troubled sigh, moving closer to the entrance to assist Alan when they reached them.
"Thank you…" she mumbled, giving Ulric a sideways glance while she primarily focused on the entrance.
"but you shouldn't have to help anymore than you have. You've hired us to do the job, so let us perform it," she said, meaning no disrespect. If anything, she was pointing out her ineptitude to serve him in this situation, but she felt like the opportunity had been taken from her before she'd even had a moment to prove herself. He WAS the prince though, so of course she could not complain.


"The guards could return at any moment. You should leave lest you wish to be our 'hostage'," she suggested, chuckling at the thought.
 
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"They will find out when the princesses disappear with no where to be found. Plus now it is easier for our dear girls and Alen to get out safe without having to struggle to sneak past the outside guards."

Ulric had grown impatient. It seemed like they were talking forever inside. He cursed in his mind. What are they doing? Having a tea gathering? He frowned. "They have 15 minutes to get out and meet us down at the docks. The guards should be gone for a while, while they look for the king to see that he is safe. If they aren't back in time; leave them." And with that said Ulric was gone , leaving down to the docks. There he met his ships captain and men waiting to help them leave. To put it bluntly they were all Pirates. Dirty and evil men but would do anything for the price of gold -which is what Ulric had for of them-. He always had his hand on his swords' handle just in case of them the horrid men tried to get more than what they were hired for. He never knew with pirates.

"Get ready to set sail," He grabbed a rope from the side of the deck and stepped up onto the railing, looking off up to the castle, waiting..hoping they would make it out. "we have our heading."
 
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He waited for them to figure out if they were going to change or not a little impatiently. He had seen Ulric distract the guards and already could tell they were heading down for the docks. "Listen, we have no time for this." He said picking up Cossette. "I will carry her, lets go." He said in a rush voice as he broke out into the sunlight. They really should have waited for night but it that could have been too late. He was running yet again, a bit faster now that he knew he wouldn't have to wait for their little dressed princes. He figured Cassandra wouldn't have a problem with the pace he set. She seemed fit... well tone at least and he wasn't running very fast. He glanced back ones or twice to make sure she was still with him and had to slow down a bit. Not only for her but running with someone in your arms can be quite difficult. "You ok?" He said to the girl in his arms. He gave her a kind smile as they ran though he was expecting to get hit by an arrow at any moment.

He was surprised when they reached the boat. The captain was his old first mate, this was going to be interesting at least. He set the princess down and drew his sword as he entered. Before anyone knew what happened Alan was blocking sword blows from the captain of the ship, ending with both of their swords flying out of their arms when they tried to disarm each other. For a few moments after the crew was tense and everything was silent... everyone could feel the tension in the air. Before long the captain smirked and they both broke out laughing. It was a real sight to see, they almost seemed drunk.
 
Ember chased after Alan and the Princesses. She hadn't expected them to come bolting out of the castle like they had been.
'Honestly, what if someone had seen you?!' she thought, irritably, gasping as she reached their pace, only just a few steps behind.


Entering the shipyard, she found their vessel and boarded, only to be greeted by a series of weaponry in her face, though a few of the men also ogled her slim figure curiously, trying to decide if she was in fact a man or woman. She raised an eyebrow at them, reaching for her own sword when a barricade of laughter erupted from Alan and who she assumed to be the Captain of the ship. Glaring at the shipmates, they seemed to relax a little, lowering their weapons.
"Raising a sword on those who deliver your precious cargo…" she growled, scowling at the crew. A few men took a step back from her angry stare, raising their weapons again. She narrowed her eyes at them, but didn't comment. Better to be feared and respected than ignored and trampled on.
"Where is our set course?" she asked, her cold stare moving to the captain. She let out a deep breath, regarding him with a bit more respect.
 
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Cossette absolutely detested the very idea of any man picking her up for any reason, life or death didn't really matter to her. She had been running her best and honestly she was just too stubborn to accept help willingly. Secretly she was glad that someone had helped her out but openly she made a point to not return his smile in kind as he ran with her. Rude? Yes. But that was just how she was, the curse of a middle child was a hard one to bear and nobody would understand it. So when he practically dumped her on the ship to go and fight with some random guy with a sword she was less than happy.

In her anger she shoved past a crew member to watch the fight happen, curious to see if someone might actually draw blood. When it ended up with them losing both their weapons and laughing like regular bar members she sighed and rolled her eyes. Luck was just not on her side with this thing, she figured as she once more walked around on the ship. Uncaring to whatever else was going around she headed for the front of the ship, grasping the railing and looking off the side. At least I won't have to worry about being wed...
 
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