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Her deep eyes looked out into the darkness, at first glance they almost seemed as black as the night that she saw before her, but her eyes were actually a deep purple color. Her crimson silk hair framed her fine feature, just passing her shoulders. She looked like a princess, fine skin, not a blemish or anything. She was very beautiful also, her curves seemed to be in all the right places, as she was told by others anyway.

Kalia let out a sigh, she couldn't see anything in the darkness, but for some reason it gave her a sense of peace. On her balcony was one of the few places she was alone, without the maids that followed her around constantly, making sure she had the right pose and everything. Sometimes it got tiring, but she liked it, she liked not having to worry about anything.

Her eyes rose to the stars in the sky then back out in front of her in the darkness, "Like masks, I wonder what the darkness holds." She mumbled softly to herself, taking a step farther out onto her balcony. She moved towards the edge and placed her hands on the railing that prevented anyone from following out, "I wonder why people fear the darkness so much." She said to herself.

Kalia looked over her shoulder, for once the maids weren't in the room with her. They had rushed off to get somethings ready for tomorrow. She turned and leaned against the railing, her back to the darkness. She always assumed that the castle was safe, that she didn't have to worry about anything within the walls.
 
His arms caught the falling body of the guard as the man finally quit struggling. He rolled the body into a storage room, and swiftly wound the cord from his garotte. The post would be empty for the next ten minutes, before the patrol returned. It would give him enough time to be far enough into the structure that there'd be no stopping him. He slipped down the stairs, leaving the curtain wall behind him. He ran on the balls of his feet, and pulled on a set of pads for his glaves. curved steel hooks were on them, making it easier for him to climb nearly any surface.

The buildig that housed the smithy was pressed against the castle wall, and he scaled the wooden building easily. He took a running leap, getting as far up the wall as he could. The hooks bit into the mortar between the bricks, and he pulled himself up, one hand at a time. He made sure to keep the bottom of his feet away from the wall, so as not to spoil the pitch he had smeared on them. It was a slow job, but he managed to at last heave himself onto the top of the castle ramparts. He fell into a low crouch, and looked around. He saw a guard walking away from his position, and drew out a slander knife. The cast was perfect, sinking into the base of the man's skull, killing him instantly. The man rushed the body, catching it, preventing the loud clatter of armour from the fall. He positioned the body to look as though the man was simply relaxing, taking a break from his patrol. It wouldn't hold up to careful inspection, but it would do for his purposes. His passage was swift, and silent.

A guard post opened, and as a soldier walked out, he was taken to the ground with a flying leap, a simple steel spike punching through his skull, killing him before he hit the ground. The guard was deposited back inside, nd the man made the last leg of his journey. He stepped onto the sloped roof, letting the soles of his feet touch it. The sticky pitch gave him the needed traction to sta on the slope. H walked slowly down, before looking over the edge. To his faint surprise, his target was on the balcony. It would save him the use of his glass cutter, or the other tools he'd brought to defeat locks, and windows. He ran a short list of what he might use. The blowgun was quiet, but not instantly effective. The sap was instant, but he ran the risk of injuring her if he missed by a large margin. He banished the thought. Kell'anred had not become as good as he was by making large errors. He drew out his sap, and prepared to drop behind her, aiming to end this in a single, well placed blow.
 
A light knock came onto Kalia's door. Kalia jumped around, startled, but before she could say anything the door was opened and her personal maid walked in. "Hello, Miss Kalia, I wanted to make sure that you were going to bed." The maid was dressed in a black dress that went down to the floor, black shoes, and a white apron over the dress. Her brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail - the usual maid dress in the castle.

Kalia let out a breath but didn't move off the porch, "Yes, I'm going to bed soon, no need to worry Mina." Giving a soft smile to the other Kalia looked over her shoulder over the land again, she wasn't ready to go to sleep yet...well more like she couldn't.

"You should get some rest, Miss Kalia, there is a big day tomorrow." The maid said softly, not wanting to get her mad or anything.

"I'll get plenty of rest." Kalia confirmed and Mina nodded, then bowed to the princess and turned, walking out of the room.

Letting out a sigh Kalia turned again, placing her hands on the railing and then crossing her arms over it so that she was leaning on the railing a bit more. "I wish they wouldn't baby me so much." She complained lightly, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, "It's not like anything happens here anyway."
 
Kell'anred froze, listening to the sound of a maid, and keeping very still. He heard the door cloae, and the last few murmered words from the princess. He grinned to himself. The irony was priceless. He gave a short hop, to free himself from the roof, and dropped straight down. His hand was a blur, putting a huge efort into the swing, catching her in the back of the head. The shot filled leather bag made a thunk sound, and he knew full well that a blow like that could have felled a fair sized cow. He grinned, unslinging the heavy crossbow he;d prepared for this occasion. He took aim, taking the range into account, and firing. The crossbow tuhmped, and the heavy bolt flew, trailing the steel cable behind it. His plan was coming together well. The bolt struck true, punching into a wooden ubilding just on the far side of the curtain wall. He pulled out the small carrier, and fixed it to the cable, before securing it to the balcony rail. A simple harness fit into the carrier. The princes would be carried along the cable with him, out of the castle, and into eh town. From there it was a simple task of heading outside, into the woods, and make the four day trek to the border.

The run down the cable was swift, and it took him over the path he'd cleared of guards. Leaving town was equally easy, since he'd bundled the princess in a large bag. It was impractical for travelling, but useful for leaving populated areas. They were hours outside of the town before the blow would likely begin to wear off.
 
Kalia was about to turn around and head off to bed when she could have sworn she heard something, very softly, soft enough that she didn't even worry about it. But, before she could think twice about it her world went black.

Kalia fell into a deep dream when she blacked out, or a little while after, she couldn't tell. She was taken back to when she was little and the castle had seemed a lit bigger than it actually was. She always loved being out in the garden with the different servants, just watching them take care of the plants and everything it was relaxing. That was before she had to worry about anything really. In her dream she was playing near a fountain, chasing butterflies. She tripped and fell into the water.

Groaning lightly she blinked her eyes open, it was still a little dark. She tried to move but was in a small space so she couldn't really. Fear welled up in her throat preventing her from screaming or making any sound that was noticeable. She started to squirm as much as she could. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know what had happened, all she knew was that her heart sounded like it was in her ears and she didn't like the situation at all.
 
The writhing mass in front of him let Kell'anred know that she was waking up. He reached out, adn slipped the bag off of her head, and glared at her.
"Stop squirming girl, else you fall and kill yourself." He warned, his voice like ice drawn across silk. Cold, and smooth. he slowed the horse to a trot, and ran a few ideas of what could be done with her until they stopped for the night. they'd made excellent time, covering more ground than he'd anticipated, putting them nearly half way to the border. But without an excellent mount like his, it would be far more difficult.

He could see in the distance, a small traveller's cottage. it was an ideal place to stop. it was isolated, and would be provisioned. He adjusted his horse a little. He would likely reach it by dark.
 
((Question: is she gagged or tied or something?))
 
Kalia struggled a bit more but when all of a sudden the bag wasn't over her head any more. She glared at the man that spoke, if looks could kill he would probably of died. But, she did stop squirming. Even though she didn't like this situation she sure didn't want to die over it. She would rather have bit her lip and looked for a way out than die right off the bat.

She looked around, she didn't know where they were, she tried to free her arms but couldn't really without worrying about falling off the horse. She groaned lightly and refused to look at the man, What is going on? she questioned herself. She remembered stories that servants told about Royalty, how they were sometimes kidnapped for money, or to get back at other kingdoms, or to just kill....a shiver went through her body at that thought, she didn't want to die.

Kalia looked at the man out of the corner of her eye, taking in his features and how dangerous he might have been. She figured he was rather dangerous, given he must have gotten past guards and others in order to get to her room...she couldn't help but ponder how he did it. Shaking her head of the thoughts she tried to figure out where they were.
 
The horse slowed, and then stopped beside the cottage, and Kell'anred dismounted, uncerimoniously throwing the bag containing the princess over his shoulder, and carrying her inside. He boot the door shut behind him, and dropped her onto the floor. Without a word to her, he pulled the key off of a wall, and locked the door. He pocketed the key, and went to light a fire.
 
When she was grabbed she squeeled a slight protest. When she was dropped she grunted and glared at the man. She moved and got out of the bag as soon as she could. Too late though, the door was locked. She held in a groan of disappointment and looked around trying to see if there was an escape, a window or something. She shifted lightly, her eyes narrowed but her back was straight, habit of being in proper position. Her gaze fell on him, her mind trying to think of ways out of the situation. She shifted again and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." She said simply.
 
"My heart weeps sympathy for you Princess." Kell'anred said sarcastically. The fire spakred into life, and he stood from it. He made a short walk around the cottage, taking in the area, getting to know his surroundings. To his eternal tahkns, there was a rom off to one side that did have access to a latrine. He emerged from it, equally grateful there were no windows within. "Make use of the room. And be quick about it." He moved from the door, and opened his pack. He would need food.
 
Kalia shot him a glare at his sarcasm. She couldn't help but think of this guy as rude and her mind go to what her parents might do to him once they found him. The thought brought a small cynical smile to her lips. She stood up and walked over to the latrine and walked in, closing the door harshly, it was more like slamming it to spite him. She looked around and cursed under her breath, she didn't care that it wasn't ladylike. "No windows," she mumbled. She looked down at herself, she was still in her silk sleeping gown, no shoes on. She didn't really have to go, but she wanted out of the same room as that man and she wanted to see if there was a way out. No luck yet.
 
Kell'anred chewed on a piece of dried meat thoughtfully. They'd need to be over the border soon. They'd know she was gone by morning, and things would get progressively more difficult. He rolled ideas around in his head. The king would send out his hunters, and they would pursue him for a long time. Add to that the annoyance of a royal daughter, and he would have a hard ride ahead of him. The hunters owuld be cautious, making sure they didn't miss him, so that ruled out any chance of doubling back, and throwing them off of the trail. That left outrunning the, and being forced to ride double would hinder that. He would need a second horse, and soon. He would also need to acquire clothing for her, since dressed as she was would likely attract a good deal of attention.
 
Letting out a sigh, Kalia sat down on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest she laid her head down on her knees as she wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them tightly. She decided she would stay, maybe he would slip up in the morning, and she would be able to escape when he had his back turned, or something. She would get away, she was determined, but...not...now, she was just too...tired. She let out a yawn and mumbled softly to herself. She wasn't an extremely light sleeper, but if someone tried to move her she would wake up.
 
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