[center][h2][color=00aeef][i]THE KING’S MEN[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

After a long night of lovemaking they were awakened by a sword being poked into Vestar's shoulder. Marewen was yanked out of his arms with a loud scream. Bastien looked down at her and his expression was irate. The fifteen men he had with him were further back and didn't see all that he did. 

[color=orange]"Princess, it looks like your father will have your wedding after all. He may also have to pay the physician a hefty sum to verify your virginity. Sad really, Gone two weeks and you became a whore to a viking!" [/color]

Marewen quickly tied her bodice. She could see the guards with Bastien leering over her partial nudity.  Marewen glared at Bastien and said, [color=bc8dbf]"Let him go. He was protecting me!" [/color]

Laughter full of hate spilled from Bastien's lips. [color=orange]"Who was protecting you from him? He is nothing more than a violent stupid barbarian."[/color] Marewen shrieked at being pulled away from Vestar as they started to drag her off towards the castle. [color=bc8dbf]"NO! I won't go!" [/color]

Bastien picked her up and tossed her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. He shouted over his shoulder.[color=orange] "Kill the barbarian!"[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"What? NO! Bastien! Put me down you @*%%%* *&&&*** "[/color] She screamed.

[color=orange]"Princess, your father will be mortified that you even know that language!" [/color]he said laughing as he walked off with her kicking and screaming. Once they got to the road he put her into the carriage and joined her. Her screams could be heard back at the camp.

There was nothing like having a few more rounds throughout the night to fall asleep from. Vestar could have sworn he was having a dream he never had before, involving him having children and living his life to the full. Something stung his shoulder, thinking an annoying bee poked him. That was until he woke up with a blade constantly poking which made him sit up, having the blade now pointing near his throat to keep him at bay.

Vestar looked around at the men who were with this official that seemed to be from the kingdom Marewen was from. He himself was still naked when Marewen was snatched up and getting dressed while having conversation with this fellow. [color=f7976a] Marewen, who is this bastard![/color] Someone told him to shut up while Bastien spoke. Vestar was not going to take orders from and Englishman, standing up when they manhandled her to take her away, only to get blocked and hit multiple times by several soldiers to keep him from doing anything. He tried to fight back but without his axes and naked while facing armed men, his odds of winning a fight were slim. 

Hearing his woman cursing, Vestar tried standing again to fight to get her back. The order being made to kill him, Vestar's eyes widened now, with one of the men starting to take his sword to try and strike Vestar, Vestar rushed within the reach of the man to disarm him and elbowed him in the face before trying to evade the next man that rushed in to attack. Vestar couldn't win this fight. At least not like this. He ran for Marewen's cloak, tried to grab his pants while maneuvering himself to parry a sword of one and kicked him into the others following from behind to trip them up since there were slight slopes and roots where they were. Getting the slip on the few men, Vestar threw the sword upon locating his axes and made a run for it to get space between them and himself. He needed to get Marewen back as soon as possible but he couldn't face an entire military or dozens of officials unless he had his own militia to help him. But was it wise to waste time trying to find men willing to help him get a princess back from her kingdom to live a happy life with her?
[@king tai]