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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Nov 17, 2015 1:10:03 GMT
Was it really so awful that she didn't want to marry Daniel? He was kind, sweet, caring, and a good friend... but she didn't love him. Whenever she looked at him, she saw nothing but a friend and it was difficult to imagine anything more than that. Sure, her mother insisted that she would grow to love him, but would she really be so lucky? She'd spent so much of her life sure that she was going to marry another man, only to have him ripped away from her. Truth be told, she didn't think that she could ever love anyone the way that she had loved Keiran. Everyone told her that she was being foolish. She'd been fifteen when her engagement to Keiran was broken off, what did she know of love? She and Daniel would come to love each other. Well... it was the night of her wedding and she still hadn't fallen for him. Instead, she ran off. Night had fallen and she knew that, up at the palace, everyone was in a frenzy trying to find the runaway bride. She was definitely going to hear it from her father once they finally found her, which she had no doubt that they would. It wasn't like this was coming out of nowhere though. It had been clear from the very beginning that Mercy wasn't too keen on marrying Daniel. Normally, she would have felt guilty about this, but she had the feeling that Daniel didn't love her either. He stuck to their agreement because of his sense of duty. As the sea breeze whipped at her, Mercy pulled her cloak around herself a little tighter, shivering and turning a stone over in her hand. Staring out as the moon reflected off of the ocean, the sound of waves crashing filled her ears and she couldn't help but remember what it had been like all those years ago. This was their spot. How many nights had they evaded their guards to sit out there, beneath the stars, telling each other stories and jokes? Had their families not fallen out, Keiran would have already been her husband. Who knew what their life would have been like by now? She didn't want to think about him though. When it was clear that he'd forgotten her two years prior, she worked hard to forget about him. With every letter that went unanswered, her heart broke more and more. Keiran just hadn't loved her the way she had loved him and, though it was difficult to suppress that pain, she'd managed to lock it away deep within her heart. She didn't need him. She didn't want him... she didn't want to need him. Did she ever want to get married at all? Not really. After Keiran, she'd realized that there was really no use in falling in love. If she fell in love, she was only going to get hurt again and that was the last thing she wanted. She would much rather live out her life unmarried and unloving, purely to save her from the heartache. Her father would love that. She knew that no matter how long she sat there on the boulders by the sea, she was still going to have to go back up to the palace eventually. Gods, people were going to be angry, her father most of all. Knowing this encouraged her to stay a while longer, pulling her knees in toward her chest and hugging her legs. She was all dressed and ready for her her wedding, though her heart certainly wasn't. Pushing herself to her feet, Mercy stood on the boulder, suddenly angry. Why were they always telling her who to marry? First Keiran, who had broken her heart, and now Daniel, who she didn't love... Perhaps she wouldn't go back to the palace. They were only going to make her marry Daniel anyway. Looking down at the stone in her hand, Mercy pulled back her arm and threw it as hard and as far as she could, just like she and Keiran used to when they were children. They were always trying to see who could throw the farthest. As she watched it splash into the water, she just couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Damn her father for trying to make her marry someone she didn't love and damn Keiran for breaking her heart! Gods she hated men. Mercy |
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Nov 17, 2015 17:37:38 GMT
Keiran hummed to himself quietly as he walked down the almost nonexistent path that lead to their place, the one place they had shared together when they needed time away from all things royal. He took a sip from one of the goblets of mead he had snagged before walking out of the decorated ballroom before someone could recognize him in their frenzy to find the missing bride. The last thing he needed was for James or one of the other royals or nobles recognizing him and putting two and two together when they realized she was missing completely. Keiran had planned on waiting until after the ceremony, giving her one happy moment before he ruined it all...deep down inside he still loved the girl, but he had tried to burry it so that the demon's darkness wouldn't find it. Apparently he hadn't done a good enough job. He wished he didn't have to do this, could turn around and instead run far away but the darkness would never let him do that. Keiran walked up and paused as he saw her sitting there on the rock, then suddenly stand in anger and toss the rock she was holding into the water. How was it that she had managed to become even more beautiful than the last time they had seen each other? He shook away the thought as he felt the darkness coil inside him and pushed away the feelings that were trying to surface... they wouldn't do him any good. Instead he walked up behind her quietly, until he was only but a foot away and said. "So you skip out on your wedding to come throw rocks in our old spot? I don't think King James would approve of such an action... losing your guards to come out here instead of getting hitched, especially in such an expensive gown." His voice, though it still sounded the same, held none of the warmth it used to... though a flicker of recognizable heat did flare up in his eyes as he looked over her standing there in that dress. "Here, I brought you this... it'll calm your nerves, if that's what brought you out here. From what I remember you couldn't wait to be married. What was wrong with this "Daniel" guy? Did he not give you butterflies and make the heavenly angels sing when y'all kissed?" Keiran asked handing her one of the goblets... the one he had conveniently slipped a sedative into. She could drink it and fall peacefully asleep or she could refuse and he have to resort to violence... which was something the darkness in him craved. The last bit of his comment was purely for himself, he wanted to know why she had run away from this Daniel guy and part of him hoped it was because she still wasn't over him... not that he could actually give her anything in return. His love would be tainted, dark and ugly. All he had to do was take a look inside himself to see the darkness curled there against his heart... his soul even. Keiran |
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Nov 18, 2015 6:26:19 GMT
At the sound of his voice behind her, Mercy jumped and spun around. She was so startled by his sudden appearance that she nearly slipped off of the rocks and into the water. Almost. She managed to right herself, her heart skipping a beat as her face paled. "Keiran?" she said, not sure if she could really believe her eyes. This was, after all, the man that she had loved... the man she was supposed to marry and have a future with. He was also the man who broke her heart the day he stopped returning her letters.
Sure enough though, there he was, standing right in front of her. His face was still so familiar to her, as was his voice, but there was something different about him. Whatever it was, it caused unease to coil within her gut. They'd once been so close and she could recall his warmth and the looks he used to give her, but the man before her held none of this. No warmth in his eyes and certainly none in his tone. This unsettled her and she was apprehensive, especially when he handed her one of the goblets.
Almost numbly, she took the goblet from him, but she didn't drink from it. No, something deep inside of her was screaming at her to not take even a sip. Choosing to listen to her intuition, she simply held it in her hand. "People change," she said to him, her brows knitting together and her face flushing as he said these things. "You of all people should know that..." So maybe she was a little bitter, but she had every right to be. She hadn't cared that their families were at odds. She'd continued loving him despite that, up until the day she realized he wasn't coming back to her. She was just too damn proud to admit that she still had feelings for him stirring deep within her heart.
"If he did, do you really think I would be standing out here when I should be up at the palace, getting married?" she asking him, arching a brow. "Given the choice, I would much rather join a convent than get married..." She looked at him with those intense, blue eyes of hers, pausing for the briefest of moments before reflexively putting the goblet to her lips and taking a drink. She hadn't meant to do it. It was simply something she did without even thinking about it. The liquid was sweet on her tongue, burning somewhat as it slid down her throat.
"Why are you here, Keiran?" she asked him, not even daring to hope that he was there to make amends. There was something off about him and it hurt her to even think it, but she didn't trust him in the slightest. How could she after the heartbreak he had put her through? The dizziness slowly crept up on her and she briefly pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes tightly.
Her heart was starting to race and her head was pounding. "What-" she started to say, but it was too much for her. How could she have been so stupid? He may have been her friend and her lover at one point, but this man was now her enemy. When she dropped the goblet, the mead still within it spilled out, the cup itself clattering against the rocks. When her knees gave out, the princess stumbled into him, grabbing hold of his shoulders in an attempt to keep herself upright as well as to prevent herself from falling into the water. Black spots were starting to cloud her vision and she was fighting to remain conscious. "What did you do?" she asked, her words somewhat slurred before unconsciousness overcame her.
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Nov 25, 2015 23:53:47 GMT
Keiran just shrugged when she insinuated that he had changed, she wasn’t entirely wrong with the assumption after all. But it hadn’t been something he had chosen for himself, it had been forced upon him against his will. It wasn’t like he was about to tell her any of this though... it wouldn’t help either of them if he did. He would still have to go through with what he was about to do. Kidnap his ex-fiancé and bring her back to his brother… who stole the Kingdom from him. Every part of Keiran fantasied about the day he was finally able to kill his brother, of course that would mean being rid of the darkness that controlled him.
He was waiting for her to take a drink, stalling until her mind reflexively told her to drink. Keiran had known that she would be wary of taking any such offer from her, him having stopped communicating with her the way he had. But that hadn’t been his doing either. ”I don’t think joining a convent would go over very well with the family… except maybe James.” He said, watching as she finally raised the goblet to her lips and drank from it. It wouldn’t be long now and she would be out cold. He had chosen something that would act fast, but last a while so that she would be unaware for a bit until they were far enough from the palace that if she tried to run she would have nowhere to run to.
”I’m kidnapping you…” Keiran told her honestly as the drug started to take hold and she visibly started to be effected by it. He watched as the fact that he had drugged her dawned on her face and that she had no way of fighting it as it dragged her into the abyss of sleep. Part of Keiran envied her, being able to sleep through this part while he had been wide awake from the very beginning of his nightmare. But he wouldn’t have wished it to be any other way for her. The darkness in Keiran might not be able to fathom the emotion of love, but Keiran still could. And he knew that despite the darkness residing in his body, his soul, he still loved this girl.
It was several hours later when Keiran finally reigned the huge draft horse to a stop. Glancing down at her form resting against his armor, still out cold, that warm protective feeling slid through him again as he thought of how confused and betrayed she would feel once she woke up. But she also wouldn’t understand how lucky she was that he had been the one taking her instead of the number of other guys his brother could have sent. Then again… if he had sent anyone else it would torment Keiran as much as it was tormenting him at this moment. Why did he ever have to be so stupid as to fall in love with her? She would have been a thousand times safer if he hadn’t.
Sighing, he held her in place as he slid off the stallion then pulled her off and laying her on the ground. Keiran turned his back on her, grabbing the reins and tied the horse to a nearby tree before grabbing his pack and began setting up camp. It took him only a few minutes to have a tent up, the bedrolls thrown out into it, and then he picked her up and set her down inside. Looking at her, laying there in that white dress of hers he almost didn’t notice the darkness creeping up on him. It wanted her, wanted to fuck her right there as she lay unconscious… and the worst part about the darkness was it fed on his own darkest thoughts. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of his mind, Keiran had briefly thought about taking Mercy like that. He made a sound almost like a hiss and pushed the darkness back and left the tent. He didn’t look back as he busied himself making a fire, then sat on a log in front of it. …It wouldn’t be long now until she woke up. It was a waiting game now, but at least they were far away from her home and her guards.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Nov 26, 2015 2:09:41 GMT
Her head was pounding and everything was spinning. Struggling to put a stop to it, Mercy groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. Her vision was blurry at first and she had no recollection whatsoever of what had happened or where she was. When her vision finally started to clear up and her head stopped its incessant pounding and throbbing, she was able to push herself up a little and look around. Fear settled into the pit of her stomach when she didn't recognize her surroundings and her heart started to race.
The last thing she could recall was standing out by the ocean when... Keiran... It wasn't just terror coursing through her now, she was also angry, seething in fact. She had to be careful, getting to her feet. A wave of dizziness overcame her and she had to stand there for a moment, eyes closed as she steadied herself. She still donned her wedding dress and the blue cloak to keep herself warm, thank the Gods.
Pushing her way out of the tent, her furious blue eyes landed on him after a moment of taking in the unfamiliar landscape. "Where are we?!" she demanded, stomping toward him and pushing him. "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" She'd never been so furious with Keiran before and right then her blood was absolutely boiling. If looks could kill, Keiran would be on fire right about then.
She didn't care that this man was larger and stronger than her or that he was trained in combat while she, unfortunately, was not. All she wanted to do was wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze the life out of him for kidnapping her. Seizing a nearby stick that looked sizable enough, she held it like someone would hold a sword, ready to swing it at him. Blue eyes flashing, her cheeks were flushed from the rage coursing through her veins. "ARE YOU INSANE?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY FATHER WILL DO TO YOU?! SINCE WHEN DO YOU GO AROUND KIDNAPPING PEOPLE, KEIRAN?! TAKE ME BACK!" Swinging the branch at him, she at least hoped that she could whack him in the head and knock some sense into him.
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Post by Keiran M. Slater on Nov 26, 2015 7:03:14 GMT
Of course he heard when she finally woke up, had been listening for it actually. Keiran didn’t know why he continued to let himself care about her, the fact that he did was why she was even there with him in the first place. But he hadn’t been able to get her completely out of his head even after two years of not speaking to her. Too bad he couldn’t really look into what that meant because it wouldn’t help either of them if he did. Keiran glanced at the tent and saw her vague shadow cast on the tent wall, swaying slightly as she stood there no doubt trying to fight off the last bit of the drug.
He was sitting there poking the fire with a small stick when she stormed out and tried to push him. Of course, being bigger and stronger than her, he didn’t even budge. Keiran hadn’t expected her to react quite this way and it took him so off guard that his anger towards her went from anger to something completely different in a matter of seconds. He could feel it over power him, knew his eyes were almost completely black as they looked at her, the woman he loved, with hate and malice. An inhuman laugh bubbled out of him as he grabbed the branch she tried to hit him with and pulled it from her grasps. It took no effort at all for him to snap it in half and toss the pieces aside as he stood.
”You think your father frightens me? You think that James and his ‘army’ are going to scare me into taking you back?” He asked darkly as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her too him roughly. His hands were like vices as they held onto her, her body almost flush against his armor. He transferred one wrist into his other hand so that he now held them both in one hand as his other hand wound around her back and pulled her tight to him. ”You are very mistaken in that thought princess for I have orders to bring you to the king of Van’ostgar… but he didn’t say anything about how I get you there.” He added suggestively before pushing her towards the log in front of the fire.
It took him a minute to regain his control, to calm the anger inside of him enough for the darkness to recede. But Keiran didn’t make the mistake of caring about her as he grabbed some dried meat from the pack and shoved it into her hands. ”Eat, princess, or else I’ll make you eat it. I can’t show up with a corpse now can I?” Keiran heard himself saying, though mentally he cringed at the way he sounded. But he forced himself to keep up the façade for both of their sakes. Instead of sitting down beside her on the log he opted to lean against a tree and stare at her while he pulled out one of his daggers and acted like he was testing its sharpness.
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Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Nov 27, 2015 3:53:20 GMT
She would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of him. Standing her ground, even as he wrenched the stick from her hands, she tried not to let him see just how terrified of him she truly was. There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and she gasped as he grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her against him. Her hearts was racing and she felt her face flush as he wound his arm around her and pulled her closer.
Being so close to him disturbed her... not because she hated him, but because, deep down, she knew that she still loved him... but this wasn't him. Looking up into those black eyes, fear coiled within her and she wanted to push him away. She tried to, in fact, but his hold on her was unbreakable. This man wasn't her Keiran, this man was a monster. She didn't know what had happened to him to make him act this way, but she was going to find out.
There was a time when his handsome voice and the feel of his arms comforted her, but she felt anything but comforted right then. She felt violated. As much as he intimidated her, she wasn't going to back down easily and glared right at him, her eyes blazing, especialy when he pushed her toward the log. Catching herself and sinking onto it, her entire world was just crashing down. How many nights had she dreamed about Keiran coming for her and taking her in his arms? How many times had she drifted to sleep, remembering his scent and the sound of his voice?
When he shoved food into her hands, she wanted to hit him. Watching him pull out one of his daggers, she was tempted to run but she knew she wouldn't make it very far. And a part of her worried that the dagger would end up in her back. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to eat or drink anything that you give me? You just drugged me," she snapped at him, standing up and throwing the dried meat at him. She couldn't stomach food at a time like this.
Just hearing him mention the King of Van'ostgar made her want to slap him in the face. Roland wasn't king. He wasn't meant to be king. He was nothing more than a usurper. "Please, he isn't a king and you know it," she seethed. "Roland is a bastard and a usurper and you know it. THAT THRONE WAS YOURS. I WAS YOURS! BUT LOOK AT YOU NOW, KEIRAN! TOO COWARDLY TO TAKE BACK WHAT BELONGS TO YOU!" She was playing with fire and she knew it, but she needed to make him see reason. Something within her wasn't ready to let go of him so easily.
Moving toward him, she wanted to shake him or hit him upside the head. Was her Keiran even in there anymore? Did he not feel even the faintest trace of feelings for her now? "Do you shine his shoes and clean his chamber pot as well?!" She arched a brow at him, wishing that he would stop all of this madness. What did Roland even want with her anyway? "You're a coward, Keiran. You're not even half the man you used to be. The Keiran I knew never would have let that scumbag take everything away from him like that!"
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