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Well, i would have to disagree with Kyran, winter is too cold and muggy (considering it rarely snows here). Spring and fall are the best, atleast to me. Heheh. XD

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Chapter 19

I stood, staring at the couch, a chilled breeze blowing through the open window and whipping the sheet that was over it in the air

“Beatrice…what is this…” I said pointing to the folded dress on a chair next to a basin of water.

“Well, I don’t see it being right you wearing those dirty nasty clothing, and this is all I got that’ll fit you. Only until I can wash those though, mistress.” Beatrice said smiling.

“Beatrice, I am not your mistress, if you call me that people will get suspicious and confused. It is Laurence or in secret, Lara.” I moaned at her.

Ever sense she found out I was Lara, she took to calling me mistress, Lady Laurel and Miss Laurel. I couldn’t very well have that.

“Sorry M-, ahem Lara, But I really should clean your clothes, I promise to hand them back spick and span in less than two hours if the wind keeps blowing.”

“What if someone walks in?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Nonsense, I made sure only me and Lilly can come in, and Lilly is busy. “ Beatrice said, matter-of-factually.

I looked back to the clothes and moaned “Are you sure there isn’t anything else?”

“Yes, I’m very, very sure there is nothing else I could give you to wear that doesn’t smell as bad as what ya already got on. “

I haven’t had my clothes cleaned for the two days I stayed there already; Previous to that I’ve worn the very same clothing three more days prior in the heat. I gave a heavy sigh and pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it at her, only to see she was adding warmer water to the basin. I looked down and saw that I still had my whip around my hips, with wide eyes I pulled it from the loops and tossed it behind the couch.

“My goodness, that’s so much gauze it’s like wearing three shirts! How do you even work?!” Beatrice exclaimed as she looked up.

“It’s better than a corset.” I grumbled.

“Well take those off and hand them here so I can wash those sweat collectors too…” Beatrice said with a cringe.

After thinking about it, I complied, handed them over as well as my trousers and finished cleaning myself up before throwing on the white dress. I picked up the grey leather vest, which unlike a man’s, was shorter and had more string crossings, this vest in particular also had little blue flowery engravings at the bottom, which matched Beatrice’s vest. The dress itself was light reaching mid-calf, while the sleeves clung to my arm and reached my elbows, thankfully it was so thin at my elbows I could see through it.

I placed my hand over the neckline of the dress, it was wide, so wide it was nearly off my shoulders, yet high cut. “Whose dress is this?” I asked, studying the obviously cymatilain dress.

Beatrice seemed stunned after seeing the dress on me, she shook her head and smiled “It was mine, but I’m much too small for it. “After a moment she added “I guess the clothes really do make the woman, why don’t you wash your hair to, I have some rose lye soap right there, I’ll go and get some extra water!”

“Wait, Beatrice!” I called but she was already out the door.

I sat down and sighed, apparently everyone I knew wanted to turn me into a doll to dress up. I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled them out, rubbing my fingers together, I cringed feeling the oil and thought about how no one came for us in these two days, and Beatrice didn’t tell me anything about why she was taking care of us. Standing and figuring if someone was going to come, it wouldn’t matter if I was a bit cleaner. It was fairly obvious the king knew who I was, or at least a girl, if not him he would soon if his brother Kyran knew. I leaned back, reached down behind the couch and pulled up my metallic whip.

“Now where to put this…” I contemplated, with a dress I couldn’t have it around my hips over the dress, and it would be seen. But under the dress if I needed to get it I would have to throw away some pride to do so.

After thinking about it a bit I stretched out the length of it, recently I found if you held onto the button part of the handle, it froze in whatever form you have it in making it hard as iron, so I thought about making it look like some king of jewelry, But Beatrice knew I came in with none. Instead I settled with wrapping it around my leg with the handle at my knee and pulled my boots back on.

Beatrice ran into the room with eyes wide as saucers, wet clothing in her arms. Your buddies are escaping and coming for you, throw your clothes back on now!”

“Wait, what?! What?!” I repeated standing and running over and grabbing my red cloak off the chair and pulling it around myself and reaching for the trousers first, panic rising in my throat.

I hobbled over trying to pull the heavy wet pants on over my boots and that’s then the door flew open with both of my trusty rebellion buddy panting.

“There’s a window!” Avery exclaimed, running pass me, taking my elbow and dragging me to it while Henry slammed and barricaded the door with the chair and couch.

Beatrice screamed and sat down in the corner eyes huge and teeth shown. Henry ran to the window, ripped off the curtain and pushed the glass up as high as it would go and leaped out. I didn’t have time to ask what was going on, because Avery picked me up princess style and shoved me out the window head first into Henry’s arms. He put me on the ground and jerked Avery through the window before he could finish coming out himself.
“Run for the gate!” Henry yelled loudly, but pointed toward the trees likely to throw off anyone who was near enough to hear him.

“What, in Rutilus is going on!?” I cried out running along their sides.

“We are escaping! “ Henry shouted eyes ahead.

“Well what a way to do it!” I growled, my sides already getting a stich.

“We almost got out safely when Butterball there had to let out a belch bigger then a sailor!” Avery barked.

“Those women force cheese down my throat; you know I couldn’t hold it in!” Henry snapped back.

“Shut up and run!” I screamed as we neared the trees. “Your gonna give us a way!”

I leaped over log, cloak flying out behind me like red water, my dress now in full view.

“Why are you in a dress?!” Avery exclaimed a bit lower toned.

“They forced cheese down his throat; well they forced a dress on me! Shut up!”

They did shut up; the only sound left was our thundering feet, crackling leaves and broken twigs, as well as thumping hearts and controlled breathing. Behind us I hear more extreme footsteps, the clanking of armor mixing with it. We had to hide somewhere, but the trees where bare, the leaves having already fallen to the ground. The area was wide open, aside from random thicket patches, and they would know to look there. All we could do was hope to out run them for a while longer. My legs began to scream in agony, my lungs screeched for air. I wasn’t sure how the boys felt, but they had been running longer then I have and couldn’t feel much better. Suddenly Avery was gone, then Henry.

“Guys? Where’d you go-ohh!!” I yelped as I fell over the hidden trench into Henrys arms.

“Well…hello…” Henry said awkwardly, he himself was sitting on Avery.

“I’m a dress, but I’m not a girl. Put me down!” I hissed and I was dropped.

“Get off me!” Avery grunted elbowing Henry, who moved just after.

The trench was deep, but not very long and grass grew up so thickly around it if you weren’t watching –like us- you would fall right into it. We could only hope no one else would miss it and fall in.

I rolled over on my stomach, one arm limp to my side and the other under my head. I wanted to lean against the wall but I might have been able to explain the dress, but without my bindings everything else was a little harder.

MY BINDINGS!! My mind screamed.

“They should pass us soon…” Henry wheezed.

“Yeah…” Avery whispered.

I watched a bug crawl toward my face, only when it tried getting in my nose did I snap up snorting and rubbing my nose. I moved back against the dirt wall of the trench and pulled my cloak around me with crossed arms.

“Of course the day the chill starts I’m wearing something breezy. “ I bitterly joked.

At that, both boys chuckled as lowly as they could, I couldn’t help but join in. At that moment it was more like we were kids hiding from angry neighbor kids. At least until I felt my hair get bunched up and pulled so hard I was forced to stand. I yelled out as arms clutched my wrists as I went to free my hair. I was pulled out of the trench and thrown across the cold hard ground. The boys crawled out ready to fight but clubs quickly met the back of their heads and they were down.

“No!” I yelled rolling over, stumbling to get back to my feet.


“Grab her.” Were Kyran’s cold words commanded.
I pulled the whip from my waist, readying myself to take blows and dodge. Hands grabbed my hair and I elbowed the person behind me, an arm wrapped around my neck and hands grappled my feet in attempt to subdue my kicking legs, I heard a loud yell and the weight lifted from my leg, only to be tugged at again seconds later. I let out my war cry and raked the side of a soldiers face, he howled and grabbed my wrist, and I wriggled, kicked, and punched anything within reach. Rough hands took hold of my arms and legs each time I pulled them free, I felt a chunk of hair ripped away from my scalp. But no pain was felt. I spat in the vile man’s faces to ride myself of the metallic taste in my mouth. Not all people of Cymatilus were evil or cruel. Without a doubt I could say the king and his minions deserved everything I threated them with, even though I could not possibly say I remembered what I had said to them, I remember visible winces and wide eyes during my blind rage. Bet they won’t look at a woman as weak once they go home to lick their wounds. I bit a hand over my mouth and whipped at everyone until my hand was grabbed and twisted so that I let go. I saw a club swing my way and my vision went black for a mere second and then I could make out the tiny pieces of light shining through a bag over my head. Still I fought and yelled venomous insults and treats as they dragged me. Even though my rage (which was now lessening) I smelt cleaner air, the breeze was gone as where all but four hands that shoved me hard into the ground, which was now oddly soft and plush. I still tasted blood, so I knew it was my own. The rough material was pulled away from my face and I saw blue, So much blue I was swimming in it. Silver, white and shades of grey in the room as well. The four hands remained on my shoulders, keeping my face on the plush royal blue carpet. I looked up though my tousled hair and scowled as hate flooded my eyes, I felt the rage come back in a burst, but as I lifted my head to speak clearly it was shoved back into the carpet.

“Do try not to stain my carpet.” a voice, the voice of the Cymatilus king.

The air was heavy, the room dark aside from the few lit candles in the presumed throne, the king of which stood before me, donning his kings attire, of pale blue, silver and a white cloak, the icy colors matching his frosted heart. I spit out the blood seeping into my mouth, glaring up at the king in front of me, the vile man was standing before me, leering down at me. I turned away and spat out another bit of metallic red on his blue carpet.

“Ooh. Well, I’m sure you won’t mind.” I rasped out and wet my lips.
He folded his hands and tilted his chin to the side ever-so-slightly. The men released my shoulders and instead placed the tips of their swords at either side of my neck. My blue eyes looked over him with such rancor I could taste the bitterness.
“You know, those blues eyes…they are very special, so rare in these kingdoms. “He said, seemingly ignoring my previous sentence. I turned away narrowing my eyes.
He kneeled and placed a finger under my chin in an attempt to make me look up at him, when I refused to comply he gently covered my mouth with his hand and jerked my head to face him, ice pale blue eyes staring into mine, his grip almost painful on my cheek and jaw bone. I wanted to protest, scream, punch bite, kick, anything to get this cruel man away from me. My stomach twisted, knowing what he did to everyone I ever loved and cared for, and here he was in front of me.
“Do you know what they mean?” the words dripping from his mouth like poisoned honey, smooth and deadly. His words holding a secret I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear.

“They don’t mean a thing?” I arched my brow.

“Don’t you just wish so?” He narrowed his eyes. “No see, these eyes can only belong to people in the Cymatilain, more exclusively Royals. But you aren’t Royal, now are you?”

“Right, right I’m rare, I get it, so get to your point.” I growled.

Seeming ignore me, he went on. “The point here, you insolent girl, is that though you aren’t royal you have royal blood coursing through your Rulitian veins…” he said as he patted my cheek. “ Do you know why that is?” He purred.

I was silent, only trying to jerk away from him, while keeping my belligerent glare on him.

“Your Father is my second cousin, your real father; your mother was a Rulitian noble sent over to marry one of us.” He began.

“Okay, so he stole her away, how sad boohoo.” I snapped. “Is this the point you’re trying to make? Sad old king loses the love of his live and holds a grudge and ruins life for everyone? ”

“It isn’t a grudge, it was a goal, and it had nothing to do with your mother marring your father. Though it was a huge scandal and so when I was crowned king I planned on using it, worm m way closer to the kingdom that when the time was right I could take it over. Do you know why I am explaining this too you?”

“Not a clue!” I grinned, malice dancing behind my eyes.

“Well, that’s alright, a wild animal like you may not have the brain power to understand yet, I will let it soak in and explain more, later. Now why don’t you call in your friends for a chat, yes?” he purred.

He snapped his pale fingers and the door were opened, both the men chained and drug in limply. Aside from a few bruises and scratched they seemed fine, but asleep. Moments later a bucket of water was poured over them, ice chunks flowing with the water. They jolted up the chains clattering with every move.

“The dogs are awake, now how about a treat?” The blue king clapped his hands.

He walked over to me with soundless steps, moving to behind me he took a hand full of hair and pulled my head back.

“Get your hands off of him!” Avery yelled, jerking forward.

“Him? Oh what a pleasure!” The king laughed. “They don’t know…the friend they know is a liar.” He drawled out calmly. “You called him Laurence, correct? Well as you see, this face belongs.” He smiled, looping his hand under my elbow and jerking me up to my feet like a rag doll.

He put his hand over the tie on my cloak; I didn’t have to look at him to see the amused and black expression on his face. I locked my eyes on both of them, hardening my face into a mask of indifference. He pulled the string and jerked the cloak down. There was no hiding it this time; I had fitting clothes, no bindings, it was as clear as day I wasn’t a man. If they were shocked they didn’t show it, if they were angry, they hid that too. The King seemed to know how they felt as his twisted grin grew wider. All this time, I tried to hide who I was, what I was. I was able to hide quite a bit of it, with a few slip ups and messes to clean up, a pile of wreckage left behind. I didn’t know where this would land me. I wasn’t as scared as the first few times I was found out, but I knew it wouldn’t stop there.

“Meet Laurel Silvrin, A noble of Cymatilus.” He introduced me as if I was a guest at his banquet.

They remained silent; their eyes at that bit however, did go wider. Their shock was visible, but Henry’s last for a second shorter, while Avery seemed to realize something.

“How do we know this is the truth?” Henry asked suspiciously. “That he…she is a noble? I can believe the girl part, but the noble? Hah!”

“What if she told you herself?” The king asked, lifting my hand in the air and spinning me around, ending with jerking me back and crossing my arms over my stomach.

“This guy is an idiot.” I growled not liking being a doll for him to dance with. Moments later I was spun right into a table and lamp

I herd chains jostle and could see Avery jerk forward rage etched on his face. Only when the king walked over to me did Henry mimic him.

“Don’t you dare!” Avery roared.

“If you touch her!!” Henry gave his hollow threat.

The vile man knelt down and took the base of my neck and forced me forward. I stumbled to my feet and he pushed me forward.

“Now come on, tell them the right words…” Simpered the king.

“What he said is right, my name is Laurel Silvrin. I was a noble until my family was ruined by this man.” I answered monotone.

“Well, I will let you all get used to your new homes. “ He said and the mean moved toward me, one picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of taters.

“Put me down and carry me right!” I hollered, and unlike normal girls who’d bang uselessly at their backs, I reached back and ripped at his ear and hair until I was thrown to the ground and two more men picked up the slack, grabbing me from my arms.

Henry and Avery started walking, swords in their backs and chains weighing them down. Both constantly stealing glances at me as we walked down the hidden hallway we were dragged through.

We soon found our new living quarters to be empty cells –aside from a few gruff people-that where actually fairly well lite and dry. The walls where almost white and it was almost worst then a dark dungeon, the difference was less shadows to hide in. We weren’t in the castle any more, actually we were brought out the back and thrown in caged wagons and brought to a compound prison near the mines. Not once had I seen a woman not in a flock of three in their own cells, so when I was thrown in a cell alone next to Henry and Avery’s I was a bit confused. An explanation wasn’t offered and said boys flopped down on their cots. I turned and surveyed my cell, half the wall next to Henrys and Avery’s was bars, the other half was concrete, there was a curtain in that corner and when I pulled it back I saw a stack of cloths, a basket and a hole in the floor. I made another vow to limit my water and food.

“So…you’re not only a girl but a noble?” Avery muttered his face pushed in the cot.

I sat down on my cot, wishing now I hadn’t tried using my whip during the fight. “Yeah. I told you was a noble just not their son.” I said, leaning back on the bed, the dress long and loose enough I didn’t bother pressing my knees together.

“Well who was gonna believe you after everything we went through?” Henry asked.

“It isn’t my fault I was mistaken as a boy in the first place.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say anything to correct us.” Henry retorted.

“I realized I had a goal which was easier accomplished in the position of a man, if it wasn’t for that I would have said I was a girl. “

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it right, how many more lies did you tell us?” Avery asked.

“That time I said my mom said girls would fight over me? Yeah that was a lie, she said boys. Guess she wasn’t wrong.” I said dully, drained mentally and psychically.

“Oh….my…word.” Avery groaned. “All those tiiimmes.”

“Yup.” I said curtly. “Serret, Ida, Ross, Bill, Audrey, and Anya, yeah they know.” I added.

“What?! How did they find out?” Henry exclaimed.

“Anya was first, she walked in on me at the baths, Audrey knew me before all this, I caught on fire when Henry got drunk and ripped my shirt off and then Ross walked out and saw and told bill. That time I screamed about a white adder was actually my binding and when I ran off to fix it Ida saw me, Serret overheard Audrey and I and Audrey told him, that was when we got in a fight.” I explained, sitting up and looking over at them.

“How embarrassing…” Henry mused. “That makes everything we did with you…awkward...”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re a girl now…”

“I was a girl before.”

“But no one really knew that.” Avery said a bit clearer.

“So? If you didn’t care then why care now?” I arched my brow despite them not seeing that.

“It is in our nature.” Avery said.

“I don’t care what anyone says. You have to be some cold heart man to treat a woman like a man.” Henry added.

“So you guys are cold hearted?”

“We didn’t know. Please stop trying to crush my manly pride…I punched you before…” Henry groaned.

“And I punched you right back and then some.”

“Don’t remind me.” Henry groaned, and from where I was I saw him put his head in his hands.

“Why are you taking this so hard?” I furrowed my brows.

“Because I hit a woman, it doesn’t matter if that’s you!” He exclaimed.

“Henry calm down.” Avery sighed. “I’d probably hit him-her again anyway, maybe less hard.”

“That makes me kind of angry. I won’t have you looking down on me.” I said matter-of-factually.” I’m done talking about this.” I closed my eyes and pulled myself further on the bed and reached for my cloak when realization hit me.

“They kept my cloak!” I shouted.

“So what?” Henry asked.

“It was my fathers…, my real fathers...” I said, sadness seeping into my voice.

“Wait…you’re a Silvrin right? Bill said the only Silvrin’s left where the owner of that mansion, so…you’re…” Avery started.

“Uh, well I’m not sure…I’m pretty sure he is, but I haven’t met him.”

“You’re practically our benefactor’s daughter?!” Henry snapped.

“Keep it down!” Some yelled from the cells.

“The benefactors daughter?!” Henry echoed in a whisper.

“I don’t know!” I whispered back.

“We can talk about this when people aren’t trying to sleep! Do you know how later it already is?” Avery harshly whispered.

I bit the flesh inside my cheek and rolled over facing the other cell, at least until I saw the eyes of another man staring at me like a wolf. I glared at him until he looked away then stepped off the cot and drug it further against the wall and away from the bars. I turned my back to the bars and stared at the bars ahead. I knew trouble was coming, and I really wished I kept my whip.

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That first morning was the worst. I woke up by hands covering my eyes and shaking my head, worse, when I took the hand and twisted the owner’s wrist I was pulled out of the cell by the hair on my head and water was poured over my head. After all eyes were on me and water dripped from my bangs I used my sapphire eyes to send the most frosted glares I could at those peeping eyes. Henry and Avery where let out right after and took their place on both sides of me as the other cells where opened. I could feel their newly protective glares on others who couldn’t keep their eyes ahead and snickers down.

I couldn’t care less about how embarrassing that might have been; I was more concerned with the newly acquired body guards going by the names Avery and Henry.” Is something wrong?”
“What? No, not at all.” Henry looked at me as if I was the strange one.

I opened my mouth to speak, but decided to safe it for later. We walked down the white halls until reaching a large metal door, it was opened once all the inmates where inline and everyone orderly passed the guards. However, as soon as we left the building and where out in the block, everything lost its order and chaos flourished in secret, as soon as the doors closes, the block belong to the inmates. Anything went as long as you didn’t cross the biggest group of hooligans.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll.” And older man said walking up with a warm smile, but eyes dancing with thoughts I couldn’t read.

“No man ever said that without earning it on my beat-breathless list.” I narrowed my eyes.

“Oh, so scary, tell me doll, do you have any skills in sewing?” he smiled, putting his finger through a hole in his shirt.

“Clothes, No never, I have sewn skin before.” I smiled sweetly.

He didn’t seem shocked. “A medic?”

“Huh no.” I furrowed my brows. “Why would you think that’s why?”

The man left without another word. Avery looked at me with an impressed expression; Henry just looked like at me like a psychopath.

“I can’t let you guys do everything for me.” I said and started walking around.

I had noticed I was the only girl on the block, all the others stayed in the cells, or at least in the building. I couldn’t say I liked that fact, but I sure didn’t plan on hiding like everyone expected me to. Maybe they thought me stupid or naïve, but I didn’t care. I would be one of three things there, and I was leaning toward the-girl-not-to-cross. I almost didn’t care how I achieved that as I had no idea how long I would be in there.

“So, what do we do here?” I asked Henry and Avery.

“We try to get out of here alive. “ Henry answered.

[katomorakwarrior]

I was just about to beg for more story when this little notice tells me you did.
You're a mind reader!

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i was wondering how you posted so fast!

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Finally u posted it! Haha. Ignore my plain words. Im mot used to this phone. >=<

[katomorakwarrior]

What did you bump it for?
Can't you see the noseprints on the screens of our computers and phones?
You must know how loyal we are!
Or are are you looking for new fans and just want me toddle off into the shadows?

Anyways, you can't get a rid of me that easily.
I want more!

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i thank you for your loyalty! And never would i get ride of you! So yes, i am trying to let other people see the story, sorry for the false alarm, but it wont be false for long !new chap within a day or 2

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It is the bomb. I love the main character and her fiestyness.