kingdom {private with sweet angel}

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias gave her an angry look as she said she was fine. "You're going to wrap it up when you're done with me, or I'm going to," he warned, though there wasn't much force in his voice. It was a little funny, that admist the pain and the fear at the moment, he still noticed how beautiful she was. And it wasn't just her looks, but how determined she was to help him, how worried. No one had cared that much in a while. "This is awful to say but I'm almost glad they stopped the wedding," he said, whispering quietly as she got the bandages together. She explained then, that she had no idea what was going on. "Of course I believe you," Elias replied, "I might not have known you long but I know you'd never go to lengths like this," he assured her and tried for a small smile though the pain was too much and it came out as a pained smile. "However, this does not look good for you, in the eyes of the rest of the kingdom...I just hope my father won't bring his wrath down," he had said and then took a deep breath as she came closer to work on getting the arrow out of his shoulder, in the way he had explained. He'd only nodded as he promised he wouldn't lose anyone, she wouldn't lose him. "I don't really know what else to talk to you about other than the fact all I can think about despite your messy dress is how absolutely beautiful you ar-" he cut himself off as he let out a yell when she pulled the arrow out. Oh it hurt worse than any wound he'd gotten before. After that one yell he forced himself to be quiet though as she wrapped up his shoulder tightly with the pieces of her dress. He kept breathing deeply, slumping against the wall behind him. He barely heard her when she asked if he was okay. "Well I'm not dead," he replied, peeking an eye open as she sat down beside him. "Thanks," he said, and looked over her bandaging skills. How long would it be before he could be properly cared for? Would he bleed out and die? It hadn't seemed to hit any fatal spots. "We are going to have to move," he said after a while. "We can hide out in the secret passages,"

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias heard footsteps down the hall and he tensed, slightly moving in front of Violet as to protect her, but thank the gods it was only his brother. "Peter," he breathed, sighing in relief at seeing his older brother had made it out and was completely fine, unharmed. He was with a younger woman, and he recognized her as the servant he'd asked to get a present for Persephone. Elias had also seen her a few times speaking with his brother, and he raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Peter came over to him, clearly concerned about his wellbeing. He was sure it looked bad, with all the blood over him and his bandaged shoulder. "Mm, I am perfectly fine. It's just a scratch," he chuckled, and shifted to try and stand. "But I am glad you're okay, I was worried," he huffed, and used the wall to try and push him to his feet. Elias noted the servant helping out Violet, and was grateful for the other women. "Who's the girl?" he asked his brother quietly, and leaned against the wall for support. He suddenly heard shouts down the opposite way, where Persephone and Peter had come through. "We have to go, now," he whispered, glancing at the two girls and then beginning to shuffle down the other end of the passage. "We have to use our secret tunnels," he added to Peter, knowing he'd understand.

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias let out a sigh as he'd gotten to his feet and leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to try and forget about the pain and instead focus on everyone else and trying to get them to safety. He nodded to Peter as he explained she was a friend of his - but he already technically knew who she was. There was something in the way he'd looked at her though that suggested something else was going on, but he could ask about that in a less dire time. When Peter thanked him for saving Violet, he nearly laughed. "I didn't save her for you, Peter," he admitted and glanced her way again, the look in his eyes saying it all. He'd explain that later too but they really needed to go. Elias had moved to get to Violet's side at the same time Peter had been reaching for Persephone's hand, but thats when all the men came rushing in with their swords drawn. His heart beat a little faster in fear, but at their words a plan was forming in his head. "If it's money you want," he began, "I can take you to the treasury. You'll get more than twice as much as whatever the ransom would be. Just...just let them go and take me, I will show you," he stepped closer to the one who'd spoken, the leader of the group, hands up in surrender.

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias was putting his whole life, all their lives on this one request. If he could save the three of them, he'd be fine with being taken, or even killed, if it meant the others were safe. But it seemed like these men already had enough money in the bag to have come to the castle and attack. Though, he wondered who possibly could have so much money to pay off the men. "Who is your benefactor? Who is doing all this? I refuse to believe the royal fae court would endanger the lives of the court that their future queen was marrying to, endangering the princess herself," he grumbled, not giving up though that Violet was this princess, he just spoke it in general. "Who is behind all of this?" he asked again, but then watched as the men came at them all, to grab them and bind them and take them away somewhere. His eyes went to Violet first, then his brother, and Persephone who was on the verge of a breakdown. But Violet- he could see her arm bleeding, but he forgot pretty much everything at that point as he was harshly grabbed, and the pain in his arm was too much. Elias didn't remember screaming, he just remembered his sight going black for a few moments, he was unable to hear anything. After a few moments his vision came back in splotches and he was breathing hard, his shoulder in unbearable pain. Where were they going to take them?

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias was extremely frustrated his questions went unanswered. Usually he could talk pepole out of things - with his wit or his charm depending on the situation, but they were stuck now. His arm burned, his whole arm now and he felt like he was going to throw up or pass out from the pain. His vision was blackening, and he could feel the blood thickening at his shoulder again. But he was conscious, awake. For now at least. If he didnt get serious medical help soon, he'd be as good as dead. However, it seemed the world was on their side today, as a group of men, their own palace guards came rushing down the hall. "Prince Peter and Prince Elias!" They exclaimed and rushed over, angry, swords drawn, charging at the men. "Down the hall!" Elias yelled. "Get Violet, and the other woman there please," was what he said as he collapsed to his knees once the men let go to fight the palace guards. And then he finally threw up, choking on air struggling to breathe, to see clearly. "Peter?" He called out, wanting to make sure his brother was okay. We're the guards winning? Losing? He couldn't see - everything was so dizzy and blurry anyways. Sleep sounded like a very good idea right then

[justify][size=8][color=white] Elias didn't know when he had gotten on his back on the floor. Hadn't he just been sitting? He had his eyes squinted, as if the light was too bright, but there was no bright light. Someone had grabbed his hand, he made that out as Peter. He was saying something to him, stay awake? Stay with him? Well he didn't want to go anywhere. Elias grunted in response, and coughed a bit, trying to let his brother know he was okay but he couldnt. Suddenly there was another person grabbing his hand, and there was a softer voice, sounding extremely upset. "Fine," he managed to get out, at an attempt to say he was fine. Elias moved to try and sit, but there was pressure on his wound on his shoulder and he hissed through clenched teeth. A few seconds later and there were guards coming back to the group, and they saw the state of their prince. "The intruders have killed our healer, we need to get him to the apothecary in the village," one of the men said and reached forwards to help the prince up, and get him out of there.

[justify][size=8][color=white] There were too many sounds, to many people, too much light. Elias forced his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. Oh he wanted to sleep. It was the only thing his body could think of. Sleep. It would he so easy to slip away now. But Peter and Violet both said he couldn't. It was not a good idea to sleep. He might not wake up. But the darkness, the temptation. He opened his eyes again and things were slightly clearer, though he still felt like throwing up. Elias glanced at his brother, he looked so worried. He looked at Violet, and the guilt eating at her, it hurt him too. He didn't want her to feel like that anymore. Someone asked if he could stand, Peter? Elias tried but his legs felt numb, like jello even. Soon he was being carried, brought to a wagon that smelled like manure. Then before he knew it there was a flowery smelling old lady working on his shoulder. He didn't feel the pain now, but there was a burning sensation, a non painful one. Elias finally let himself close his eyes and rest - he was going to be okay, he could tell he was being healed. But now he could rest. The thought of his parents came into his head, if they were okay or not. Someone had said they'd tell his parents they were okay, but he couldn't remember when or who had. Things were still fuzzy. Elias eventually slipped into an uncomfortable sleep.