The City of Keahns

When it became apparent that no one would come into the dining room, Shadowsigh pushed open the door to the closet, tumbling out and rolling when he hit the ground. Crouching, he crawled past the couch, before following the sounds of the girl unpacking the man's bags. Straightening when it was clear that the man wouldn't see him, he stood in the doorway to the guest room, watching her for a moment before murmuring, "What a disagreeable man...This is who the kingdom of man will be led by? If that is the case, then the city elves will have no trouble winning the war." He couldn't help but grin, finding himself lucky. Well, at least, luckier than her.
 
She heard Shadowsigh- sometimes cat ears pick up on things she doesn't necessarily want to hear. She sighed and shrugged, whispering softly back to him. "Not my choice. If it were my choice I'd have gone off, away from fighting and war, gotten a home in the forest or somewhere away from most villages..And live on my own, independent. I've pretty much cared for myself for years. I don't need a man around to help me." She huffed and put his clothes away. Then she looked at Shadowsigh. "Make yourself useful and go get my book. That one's my favorite and he ripped a page. I need to fix it.."

Prince Francis ripped a page out of the book, shaking his head. "My, my. What an unruly diary. I'll have to straighten her out," he said to himself, smirking in satisfaction.
 
"Must I?" Shadowsigh asked, giving the girl a look that said he clearly did not want to do it. However, instead of protesting further, remembering the feeling of the collar and handcuffs on his body, he turned from her, striding into the living room. Walking behind the couch, having just barely heard what the man had said, he mimicked his tone and said, "My, my, what and unruly man..." Plucking the book and torn page out of the man's hands, he looked down at him, frowning. "So, is your name really Prince Charming. Unfortunately, I did not understand Madgewells' use of the name." Keeping his expression slightly disdainful, he waited to see the man's reaction to his sudden appearance, suddenly wishing he had left his warpaint on.
 
Francis suddenly stood up, startled. "...Give me that back. Now." His voice was now furious. He always got what he wanted, and soemone just took what he wanted away.Then his mind wandered. "Charming? Did she really say that about me?" He grinned- in a malicious way. He reached over and grabbed Shadowsigh. "Anyways, what is an elf doing in here?!"

After a few moments, Madge checked on Shadowsigh. She ran into the living room, and grabbed his arm. "Let go of Shadowsigh! Let go of him," she exclaimed fiercely. Francis smacked her so hard she stumbled backwards, a hand print across her face. She couldn't breath well, or move good enough to fight him in such a constricting dress with a corset...
 
When Francis had struck her, Shadowsigh decided he'd had enough. Men were not supposed to hit a woman like that, no matter the situation. It was wrong, and a terrible show of strength. His face contorting in anger, he pulled himself away from the man before closing his hand into a fist and striking him square in the nose. Immediately moving to her side, he knelt down next to her, helping her sit up, forgetting for a moment how he had gotten in this situation.

The journal discarded on the couch, he narrowed his eyes at Francis, daring him to do something.
 
She had hit her head on the windowsill corner, and it was now bleeding. She put a hand to the back of her head, feeling dizzy and faint. Her vision was hazed as she tried to stay sitting up.

Francis was holding his nose as blood dripped from it. It was broken and now bleeding from the inside. He growled softly. "Goddamn it...My nose. You worthless piece of.."

Madge had reached over next to her and grabbed a random thing, throwing it at him and knocking him out. "Ow..Oooh...It..hurts..." She said, reaching to the back of her head again. "I..I think..." Her voice faded off as she stopped talking. She blinked, trying to keep her eyes open and stay awake.
 
Shadowsigh had been about to leap onto the man when she had thrown something at him. Straightening, looking at Francis darkly, deciding whether he should leave him or not, he turned when he heard her. Moving to her side, he said, "Let us get you into your bedroom...or to a healer..." Gently leading her to her bedroom, he tried to appear brave, though on the inside, he was in a state of near-hysteria.

You. Just. Assaulted. A. Noble! his mind screamed at him. A treaty from long ago had stated that if an elf was to assault or kill a noble of the kingdom of man, his fate would be determined by the court. Not his people, not anyone who would take pity on him and the situation, but the king. He had no doubt in his mind that Francis, if he got word out of what had happened, would have him killed. Whispering curses in his native language, he helped her onto her bed, forcing his face to remain calm and collected.
 
She laid down, but then her more stubborn side began to show as she tried to sit up. "I...Need to write...To my father..." As she spoke some of her words were slurred, and her voice was soft and drifting. She closed her eyes tightly as a wave of pain went through her head, causing her to lay down again. When it went away, she noticed to herself that she had a hard time breathing. Reaching into her nightstand- where she keeps a surplus of weapons (just in case)- she grabbed her dagger and shakily cut open the corset top. She did have her regular shirt on underneath, so she didn't really care. She sighed, and tried to keep her eyes opened even as she felt her consciousness slipping away faster and faster.
 
At first surprised and slightly embarrassed when she cut the corset, thinking that she wasn't wearing anything beneath, he was relieved when he saw the shirt. "You can write a letter later...I will figure something out." Placing a hand on her chest, and lightly pushing her back down, he murmured, "You will rest for now." Checking her eyes in case she had gotten hurt worse than he thought, he breathed a sigh of relief when it looked like she was fine, for the most part. "I will not let that man come near you."
 
She sighed, reluctantly giving in to the "resting" part. She put her dagger back in her drawer, and took a deep breath before letting her eyes close. She pretty quickly fell asleep.

Outside, someone knocked on the door. It was a soldier with a message for Madge from her father. "Madge? Are you there?" He asked, looking around, needing to hurry up and get back to his post.
 
Hearing the knock at the door, Shadowsigh straightened, wondering who it could possibly be. Looking through a front window, and hearing the soldier calling through the door, he realized her name was Madge and not Madgewells. Feeling idiotic for a moment, he waited by the door, wondering if the man would leave or not. Finally sighing in defeat, he opened the door, making sure to keep it closed enough that the soldier wouldn't be able to see Francis, he said, "Madge fell asleep...What is it?"
 
The soldier looked at the elf wearily. "I have a message from her father. Make sure it gets to her." He thrusts the envelope into the elf's hand and walked off, hearing someone call him over to the West wall.

Francis groaned softly, swearing under his breath as he held his head, waking up. "Damn..."
 
Shutting the front door without ceremony, still holding the envelope, he set it down on the dining room's table, before hearing Francis wake. Walking into the living room, he sat on the coffee table, watching the despicable man wake. "Good morning," he said, his voice condescending as he looked down at the man. Crossing his legs, he waited for him to get up, prepared to do anything.
 
Francis pulled himself into a sitting position. He glanced around, and saw that Madge wasn't out in the Living room. Standing, he glared at you. "Hah.. I can't believe you dared to touch me. I can have you killed now." Francis had a small smirk of satisfaction from that. He moved slightly closer to the elf, then turned and went down towards the guest room, muttering something about "Packing bags."

Madge was still asleep when Francis woke up. She ended up going unconscious while asleep, her breathing going a little more shallow.
 
While he had felt a pang of fear when Francis stepped closer to him after threatening him with death, he narrowed his eyes, daring the man to do something. When he left the room, Shadowsigh couldn't help but grin, pushing himself off of the table. Picking up the book from before, he tried to put the ripped page back where it belonged before returning the book to the shelf.

Settling down on the table again, he sighed, half-expecting Francis to have him publicly executed. Trying to prepare himself for what lied in the End, he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes for a moment to try to recollect his thoughts.
 
Francis shoved his stuff into his bags. He was determined to leave quickly. He barely even folded his clothes, but rather stuffed them into his bags. Then, he grabbed them, and hurried up. He went out through the living room, glaring at Shadowsigh the whole time he passed him, and went to leave. He fiddled with the doorknob, and it wouldn't open correctly. "Damn it..Open!" He finally got it opened. "I'll see about your end soon, elf." When he said the word "elf," he sounded harsh, and as if he hated elves. He left, slamming the door, barking orders at a soldier.
 
Shadowsigh's ears twitched irritatedly at Francis' tone, and he nearly stood up to show the man what such disrespect would get him in his tribe, but he remained seated, not wanting to give him another reason to have him killed. Even though, by his tone, it sounded like that would be happening anyways.

Moving to the front window, he looked out it, hiding behind the curtain, watching Francis shout at the soldier. Jerking the curtain back, he walked to Madge's room, standing next to her bed. He knew how it would look, with Francis having a broken nose and Madge with a handprint on her face and a bump on the back of her head in bed.

Searching for a pencil and paper, he gets the envelope and writes on the back of it.

I have probably been arrested, he wrote in his scratchy, uneven handwriting. Do not worry, I must atone for my sins.
 
Francis had done it- quite quickly too. Within fifteen minutes, four soldiers- all armed- banged on the door and then broke in. They came in. "We're looking for the elf that was taken earlier in the day. You are being charged on accounts for assault to a Noble, and assaulting the General's daughter without cause. On top of that, hostile activity." They searched the house, and found Shadowsigh as he was writing. One of them grabbed him before he could quite finish the "Do not worry" part. They Cuffed his wrists together, and roughly pushed him out of the house.
 
As Shadowsigh was being taken from the paper, the pencil left a line dragging off the table where his hand still held to it. Visibly shaking, though from fear or anger, it was unsure, he let them place the cuffs on his hands, stumbling when he was pushed out the door. Tripping on his feet, the soldiers had to hoist him back to his feet.

In an attempt to cheer himself up and possibly annoy the soldiers, Shadowsigh made it his duty to whistle a happy tune while he was led away from the house, making sure to keep the tune as repetitive and catchy as possible, forcing a grin on his face the whole way.
 
They brought him to a tent over by the East wall. Escorting him inside, he was greeted by none other than Judias Wells himself. The man was sitting with Francis, who had some gauze in his nose to keep it from bleeding. Judias turned to face them. "Thank you, men. Next go get my daughter... Wedding plans are to be discussed." He spoke softly, and the men saluted then left.

"So, you hit Madge, and then Francis when he tried to defend her. I was gaining some respect when you offered yourself for your tribe, but then this is just.." Judias glared at Shadowsigh. "I can't believe you did that."

Madge was waking up, and turned on her side. The sleep helped her immensely. She sat up, and saw the note on the table, and read it. "Oh no..." She cursed, and pulled off the dress before putting on her pants. She grabed her weapons belt and sword and everything she usually had- still a bit clumsy and unstable- and left her house. She asked a random soldier if he knew where Shadowsigh was, and he pointed towards the East Wall Tent. She headed that way, taking a short cut which ended up avoiding the other soldiers.
 
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