The princess part 1

The fight was over.

Everyone around me stood frozen, surprised by what they had just witnessed.

Andrew broke the silence, leaning on his heavy sword. "Well done, Roy. Honestly… I'm not sure I would even have been able to take him down."

Inside, the princess has a soft, graceful beauty that feels almost ethereal. Her large, deep blue eyes shimmer with a quiet intelligence and warmth, framed by long, delicate lashes.

Her dark hair falls gently around her face in soft curls, adding to her gentle and approachable aura.

She sat with her head held high; despite the fear I saw in her eyes.

Before I could say a word, she attacked me, a small knife appearing in her hand.

"You're a murderer!" she screamed, aiming for my chest.

I grabbed her wrist before the knife could reach me. My grip was strong but controlled. "Stop," I said coldly, twisting her wrist just enough to make the knife drop. The knife clattered to the ground.

"You'll regret this," she muttered.

"Maybe," I replied, with my regular tone. "But not today."

I turned to walk out, grabbing her hand, but something stopped me. A strange, disturbing feeling stirred in my mind and my body. It wasn't the feeling of fighting or the stress of the mission, it was her, the girl, the princess...

As I looked at her, something deep moved within me, a familiar feeling that I couldn't recognize.

My chest tightened, my instincts screaming at me, as if my body was recognizing something my mind couldn't.

Then I noticed a light glint around her neck, barely visible because of her clothes. Was this a necklace? My eyes hesitated for a moment, and the questions racing through my head. Why I'm feeling like this?

I forced myself to focus. This's not the right time for distraction, But I couldn't get rid of the disturbing thought... Who exactly, is this girl? And why was there something about her that made my forgotten past seem so close?

I pulled her out of the carriage, holding her tightly as she struggled. Once out, I turned to my team. "Tie her up tightly and the rest of the guards. We're done here." I looked at Sofia. "Sofia, treat the injured soldiers, even the princess's soldiers."

Sofia and Andrew nodded, their soldiers moving to tie up the survivors. The princess stopped struggling after a while, realizing it was useless. I looked out at the battlefield.

The convoy was in ruins, and our objective was complete.

Without wasting another second, we disappeared into the rocky terrain, leaving the chaos we had created behind us.

The princess sat stiffly on the horse's back with her hands tied. Her eyes glowed with quiet defiance, looking between me and the others as we made our way through the forest. I walked in front, holding onto the rope tied to her horse, keeping my step steady.

"You think this will work?" she asked suddenly, her voice sharp. "Kidnapping me? My father will hunt you down."

Andrew, walking beside her horse, chuckled. "She's got some spirit, doesn't she?"

Sophia glanced back, her spear resting on her shoulder. "She's a princess. They always think someone's coming to save them."

Suddenly, the princess pulled on her horse's reins, and stopped him from moving. The horse snorted and moved restlessly as the group stopped.

"Keep moving," I said sharply, my voice calm but firm.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she shot back, her eyes blazing as she sat tall in the saddle. "Let me go or kill me here. I won't make this easy for you."

I gave the rope a tug, forcing the horse to move forward again. It resisted for a moment, but my steady pull brought it back in line. The princess looked very stubborn and said, "You cowards, all of you. You tied my hands and dragged me like I was an animal."

Sophia, who was in front of us, looked back again and said, "We didn't hurt you, my princess. Please remember that."

The princess narrowed her eyes at Sophia but didn't reply. Instead, she focused on me.

"And you? You've barely said a word. Are you afraid, or just another brute who follows orders without thinking?"

I didn't bother looking back. "Neither."

She tilted her head, studying me as if searching for a crack in the armor. "You're awfully quiet for a leader."

"Silence gets things done," I replied, pulling the rope gently to guide her horse around a tree.

She stopped the horse again, her defiance clear in every movement. "I said… I am not going anywhere," she snapped, her voice sharp and unyielding.

I finally turned to her, my eyes cold and void of any emotion. "Stop acting like a child… Move," I said, my tone flat and cutting.

Andrew, walking just behind us, and said while laughing. "Roy, you really need to learn how to talk to women."

Annoying. I ignored him. This princess, she's so stubborn, I'm starting to feel like she's going to cause me more trouble.

But then, her defiance changed. Her gaze softened as she looked at me, and her expression suddenly became unreadable.

"Roy… Could it be?"