I lay by the edge, on my knees, crying, and shaking. The cold doesn't help it either. I have wounds all over my body, the pain makes me feel like I'm going to die soon. I sob into my hands, unable to move an inch. I feel so helpless and alone. Why can't anyone help me… after more than twenty minutes, I decide I must leave. I can't stay here or I'll really die.
I attempt to get back up onto my feet but I have no more strength left. This is miserable. I hear horses and people searching. I'm so scared. I determined that I have to crawl down the mountainside to conceal myself;I do not wish to be killed. I don't want to be executed, to be beheaded is the most humiliating death to experience.
My legs feel quite numb from the cold, almost immobile, but I can't stay here—i just can't. Tears stream down my face uncontrollably as I attempt once again to get myself forward. I'm still unable to walk. The horses are getting closer, I can hear it. I'm terrified of what's going to happen. I don't want to die. I try to hold my mouth shut to be as silent as possible. The pain becomes more intense each passing moment and then… The horses halt to a stop, and the knights dismount. I hear hushed whispers among the men, worried voices… I'm so scared.
"P-please help me…" I shake. The words seem to echo through the forest, bouncing off the trees. I can't do anything, I can't even move, "I'm so scared" I sob profusely.
The knights come near, carefully, surrounding me with a worried expression. I beg for them to save me… I can't stop, but then one knight in the army of men comes out.
He stands big and tall, his dark brown eyes intimidating me… His body is ripped with strength from years of battles, even more than the others. His messy black hair, slightly damp and sticking to his face, frames his intense face… Sweat trickles down his neck, his tight-fitting uniform, worn and clinging to his body. His face is priceless. The worry within his eyes makes me nervous as well. He studies me with those eyes. He inches closer and gets down on his knees, holding out his big calloused hand.
"I know we haven't officially met yet but I'm your fiancé, Ivan, The commander of the northern knights. Grab my hand, my lady." He paused to think, then grabs me up into his big arms, "I'll get you into safety, Lady Rosaline, just rest for now, you'll be safe." He gets on his horse and starts to caress me so gently… My vision starts to become blurry, the pain has been lulled, everything is numb… His gentle voice, speaking to me sweetly. I held my breath so he wouldn't regret doing this. My eyelids become heavy, the warmth of his body makes me feel so comfortable. I can't stay awake any longer, I'm drifting off to sleep.
"I-I'm sorry…" I whisper anxiously.
"It's okay you didn't do anything wrong" Ivan whispers back, "You can sleep it's okay everything is okay" we continue to move on the horses...
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I awaken once again but this time I'm in a strange place, a new place. Where am I? I don't recognize this bed or that lamp. I hear the door open as I'm questioning everything, she pops her head in.
"Lady, may I come in" her red hair glimmers in the light, freckles kissing her face. Her smile feels like sunshine. The eyes of the deepest of green, how glorious.
"Sure..." I say nervously, questioning what's going on, "Who are you and where am I?"
She seems caught off guard by then questioning but remains smiling, "My name is Sophie, I'll be your new maid." She looks at me kindly.
"Okay, Sophie, Where am I?" I start to panic, I'm starting to get scared, what if I get caught...
"We are at an Inn, The knights needed a break though that's not the real reason," she paused. "We are at a Inn in the Northern parts," she smiles at me "Sir Ivan is getting you healed!"
I take a glance down and I become aware of many upon many of bandages practically covering my body, I become shocked. I hastily get up.
"Lady!!! You can't walk quite yet, you mustn't." She says but I don't care. I need to get out of here, they'll know, they'll hurt me. I can't stay here and wait to die.
I get on my feet and start to run... I go out the door and through the hallway, running down the stairs as fast as possible, limping. I need to leave, the pain is immense but it hurts more to die for the death of my heartless father. I see the knights enjoying a meal as I run to the door, me and Ivan make eye contact.
"Lady!!" She yells after me, "You can't, come back!" Her voice is riddled with worry, but I don't care, I won't die, I wouldn't and I shouldn't.
The other knights eyes glance at me, I open the door harshly. I sprint out the door, I at the very least have a will to live, I always have. I won't stay here and become a head rolling.
I run through the heavy snow once again. I hear crashing, well it's none of my business? I can't look back, you never look back. I run endlessness but the pain made me very slow, the bandages became red, stained with blood. My legs became weak, I collapse onto the ground. I start to cry again.
"I don't want to die..." I whisper to myself, "I won't"
Someone picks me up from the ground, "Ivan? Let go of me!" I try to fight him off of me but it's no use.
"What are you doing!?" He says sternly, anger within his voice. He holds me up like I'm some sort of animal. How rude.
"Let me go!" I scream, he refuses.
"Talk to me, what do you think you're doing right now!" His eyes scan me, the anger is eating him up...
"I..."