<span style="color: #FF0000">There it was again. That fire, that anger, that storm threatened to spill over and unleash upon him even though she knew he had the advantage. That fierceness, raw and barely contained emotion....<br/><br/>Excited him. <br/><br/>This trip would be far more entertaining than he had thought. Especially, now that they were alone it would just be the two of them and no one else. No one there to stop him from just...<br/><br/>A look came across his face and in his eyes as he looked over her, while she laid there still pinned beneath him. The look was very much intentional and one that he wanted her to know and think about. His grip on her hair released and he just braced himself atop her, arms on either side of her head as he looked down at her. <br/><br/>"Right now, you are my charge. Your life is in my hands, because as you saw your guards could give two shits whether you lived or die. But, lucky for you, you are worth something to me. You know, that price I was going to to tell you about back in front of your beloved father....." he whispered down to her and smirked. "So, we move and we move fast, if you want to make it alive to that sniffling piece of shit of a prince who bought you, then you will do what I say and when I say it. We are in my world now and I am the only person who can get you out of it," then he leaned a little closer, lips nearly brushed against her own.<br/><br/>"If you want my <span style="font-style: italic">head</span> that badly, all you have to do is ask nicely," the tone was husky, breathy and he ended in a chuckle before he sat back and got up to his feet once again. <br/><br/>"What I have done to your....clothing...will be good enough for now. It is going to take about double the time now, if not even more and we will be stopping in a town or village to get some proper clothing and supplies," he reached down and snatched up her heels. "These," he said as he held them up and walked over to a log, rested them against it and chopped the heels off, "should work better now." The sentence finished as he tossed them back at her. <br/><br/>"Ok, we need to get moving again. Tie up that mass of hair you have, or I will be cutting it. No trace, we can't leave a trail. We are going to cross a river that is about three miles ahead and then double back on it ourselves before heading north. We are supposed to be heading west, but we are going to go North for a bi first before cutting over," he spoke the plan to her, not because he wanted her input but so that later there could be no mistake about what was expected of her. <br/><br/>"Now, you had enough time to catch your breath, so get up and follow me," he ordered.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That's...That's not right!</span>she thought angrily, the fear she'd been staving off coming back a bit sharper than it had been moments before.<span style="font-style: italic">He's...</span><br/><br/>The look in his eyes she'd only seen a few times before, though never so open. Most had tried to hide it, to stare nonchalantly while she attended kingdom events. The few fairs in which she offered the victor of an event a kiss, while others she merely spectated, they would crane their necks, eyes holding the same look his did...except his was far more...<span style="font-style: italic">Primal? Carnal? Not the way any decent man would look at a lady, let alone a royal on her way to be wed!</span><br/><br/>As he shifted, she tried to push further into the ground, breath nonexistent the closer he got, eyes bouncing back and forth between his. His first words...she could have lived with, even if it spoke poorly of the Sirmian Prince. Truth be told, she wasn't looking forward to the arrangement, but it was necessary. ...But what he said next was too vulgar, needlessly so, pushing her buttons to the point he'd make a woman of vows and virtue curse him to hell.<br/><br/>She was so stuck on that, she didn't even care about what he was doing to her heels, flinching when he tossed them at her, before scooping them up, putting them on, and huddling her cloak around her to keep from being indecent.<br/><br/>There was nothing to be done with her hair. Too many pins to pick out and nothing else to hold it up with, so it'd have to do, her hood pulled up and her gaze pointedly at the ground as she followed dutifully after him. Yes, he was in charge..at least of getting her out. The minute they were back on her territory...<br/><br/>She'd return the favor.