Briallen screamed -- she would tell herself later it was in rage and not fear -- at the honeyed voice in her ear. [color=gray]"Don't mind if I do,"[/color] it taunted, detached yet terribly close at the same time. She could hear the grin behind the words, imagine the unseen face of her husband-to-be and she found herself wondering what color the Elfking would bleed. Rage and utter shock clouded her mind, but as her ears popped with the changing altitude, the same way they did when visiting the mountains, she regained her senses.

[i]Someone was touching her.[/i]

She tried to twist, to grab and claw at whoever had their chest pressed against her back. But he was too strong, arms restraining her masterfully, the way the royal guards would detain someone, pinioning their arms without breaking their ribs. Her legs were free, but she despite how wildly she kicked, she never felt her foot connect with any part of fae behind her. His chin rested on her shoulder, and from the corner of her eye she could see a self-satisfied grin and auburn hair blown in the wind.

[color=gray]"A friendly word of advice: It's terribly unwise to insult your kidnapper, yaknow."[/color] 

The words of advice made her blood boil, and she didn't notice the sudden lack of force exerted against the back of her legs. 

"Kidnapped?" she sputtered, "Why the hell would to kidnap your bride, you traitorous silver-tongued whoreson --" her string of insults was cut short as she -- they -- were suddenly falling, barreling earthwards at an alarming rate. Her hair began to unravel itself, flowers shredded into individual petals as the wind mercilessly pulled them apart. 

She struggled harder, trying to elbow and contort herself out of the fae's grasp. "Damn you Alyuin," she snarled, for she had never seen the King of Elfland to know this was not him, and her sense of logic dictated he was the only one who could've possibly done this. "My father will wage war, [i]I[/i] will make you regret ever wanting to wed!" She lost a single shoe as she tried, once more, to kick her captor in the shin. "I hope we both die on impact," voice fading to a hoarse whisper.