197 RUN!

AUTHOR'S POV

"Hey you witch!!", the rebel with a scar on his brow startled Freya, making her drop the talisman on the thick snow. "Quit messing around, will ya? Here's your damn food!", he pushed in a plate of grimy soup that had a very awful smell. 

"Hey Princess.. here's your water", he gently put in Helena's cup of water and gave her a sly look from head to toe. "Ahhh, what a pretty thing. If I were Valdemar, I would bed you all night until your knees drop on the ground. Then I'll make you beg during the day while I pound you on your behind", he suck between his teeth with a loud sigh. 

"Gaspard! What are you doing back there?", Ember called him out.

"Nothin", Gaspard bit his lower lip sending creeps over Helena's skin as he goggle over her. "I'll come back for you", Gaspard said as he pick up the talisman Freya dropped. 

"Shit!", Freya cursed nervously. "We got to get you out really soon, Helena! And we need to get that talisman back".

MEANWHILE

King Galen, and his royal knights arrived in the borders of Caluso. He never seemed tired, as he clear his way out of the monsters and creatures that have come their path for his entertainment. He held on to his blind faith that the great distance between him and Helena will soon come to a close. Syria tracked the celestial traveler being nearby, leading the King of Nether to the camp of the rebels. 

"Who-who's there?!", Valdemar, who's resting in his tent, jolted in the sudden visit of an acquaintance. 

"It's Prince Galen, commander", Ember said with a tight lip. 

"What does he want? I just paid him a large sum of gold", Valdemar scratched his head, feeling bewildered and irked at Galen's unexpected drop-in. They only personally meet when the young prince wanted him to do a difficult challenge. The last time he received orders from Galen, it cost him 15 horses, 25 men and his fourth wife. "Bring him in", he put on a thick coat and lit his peppermint pipe. 

Aether entered first, followed by King Galen and Syria. The Royal Knights stayed on guard outside, while the rebels stood on alert. "To what do I owe the pleasure of having the presence of the Prince in my humble abode?", Valdemar asked. 

"It's King now. And be careful with your words", Aether blurted out with a sword pointed on Valdemar's neck.

"I... I didn't know", Valdemar's tongue was caught for a while as he feel the top of the blade pressing on his neck. Choked, he remained deadpan, as if ready to die any moment. 

"Aether, calm down. I understand that the news don't easily reach barbarians", King Galen pushed Aether's blade down. "I was informed that I'd see you here", he said. 

Valdemar cleared his throat and sat on a wooden chair. "I'm always at your dispense, you don't need to come looking for me".

"I'm looking for a woman", King Galen noticed the expressionless face of the commander lit up, which convinced him that Helena indeed is here. 

"A woman?", Valdemar squinted his eyes, feeling the beat of his heart rapidly thump in his chest. Of all the royals he got to face, Galen is the most notorious and devious one whom he refuse to stand against with. He would always remember that time when Galen was at a young age, the young prince bravely walked his way to the rebels' camp with only a set of daggers in his hands. Galen fearlessly slaughtered half of his men, and walked out alive without any scratch, wrapping Valdemar around his finger. So, Valdemar thought that if the woman whom Galen seeks is in his tumbleweed wagon, they are all good as dead. 

"My High Priestess here, showed us that Helena is here. I'd like to see her now", Galen gave him a venomous sneer. 

EARLIER

After Gaspard helped Ember feed the horses, the face of the woman in the tumbleweed wagon never left his mind. Imagining dirty and titillating ways to explore her entire body, Gaspard finished his duties in a hurried manner. A certain itch disturbed his peace that led himself back to where Helena is kept. As he reach Helena's wagon, he grabbed hold of the cold metal bars and gave her a vile smirk. "I wonder what those peaches taste like". Helena backed away with her clenched fist, ready to attack if Gaspard comes in. 

"HEY!! HELP US!! HELP!!!" Freya called for help desperately as she scream at the top of her hoarse voice. She held the doors and violently shook them, making the metals clink loudly. "HELP!!", she continued. 

Gaspard indignantly dragged his feet to Freya's wagon, grabbed her hair and slammed it hard on the metal bars. Freya dropped unconscious on the wagon floor, with blood trickling on the wound above her forehead. "Shut up, witch", Gaspard sputtered.

"Freya!!!" Helena worriedly peeked through the metals bars, seeing Freya knocked out. "Andrew!! Valdemar!!", Helena called for the men whom would doubtlessly spurn this kind of malicious intent towards her. 

"They can't hear you. Valdemar sleeps like a log at this time and Andrew is out playing with our women", Gaspard uttered as he open the door. "I'll just have a quick taste, and no one has to know", he erased the red line of spellbound lock for royals and went in unzipping his pants. 

Helena kicked Gaspard in the crotch making him wince in indescribable pain on the floor. She hurriedly ran out and went to Freya's wagon, reaching for her hand. Healing her in an instant, Helena tried to open the door but the lock wouldn't budge. Moments later, Gaspard grabbed her hair, licking Helena's face. "I love it rough", Gaspard whispered in her ear.

Freya seized hold of Gaspard by his neck, locking him on the metal bars. "Helena! Run!!", Freya yelled as she grasp on Gaspard as tight as she can.