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The Royal Treatment

Scott looked at her like she was silly, "That's the plan. Go on in, I'll unpack the horse and be right behind you." He said, allowing her to walk in herself.
 
Aurelia looked at him with a bit of confusion. He trusted her to go to the safehouse on her own? Any other time she would have taken the opportunity quickly, but right now she felt like she might not even make it to the cabin. She walked toward it and managed to get in, opening the door before she trudged to a corner and flopped down, wrapping her arms around her bare body. She was exhausted.
 
Scott followed behind her soon enough. The place was very basically funished. A uncomfotable looking wooden bench next to a fire place, some kitchen gear, firewood in a corner and a stack of blankets were all the adorned the bare inside of the cabin. As he set the packs from the horse down he noticed her hands around herself, no longer tied, "Hold up, when did you untie yourself?" He asked, his voice not sounding angry, but more suprised and curious.
 
Aurelia looked up when he came in. She frowned and shook her head and gave a little shrug. She leaned back against the wall and crawled over to grab a blanket. "When I almost did a faceplant in the dirt getting off the horse," she said. "I'm an Elf. I do magic." She didn't let him know she was too exhausted to do much anything more, and that her father hadn't taught her much more.
 
He raised an eyebrow with interest, "Well, don't do that again. You're not allowed to go untieing yourself. If you wanted to be untied, just ask." He set to work building a fire in the fire place.
 
Aurelia frowned and hunkered down with the blanket wrapped around her body. She shook her head and sighed. "I'll untie myself if I want," she muttered. She didn't want to be with him. If he didn't reattach the leg shackle, she'd hopefully be able to get out tomorrow. At least, she hoped so. She pulled her entire body under the blanket and shut her eyes.
 
Scott pulled the chain from the bag, dashing her hopes as he set the ball on the ground next to her, "Give me your leg." He told her with a friendly smile.
 
Aurelia frowned even with her eyes shut. She heard the heavy clank of the chain and ball on the ground and shook her head. "I don't want it," she murmured. She pulled her legs in even closer to her body. She growled and rolled over so she was facing away from him.
 
Scott groaned tiredly, wanting to go to bed, "It's either you give me your leg, or I'll put it around your neck. Now give me your leg."
 
Aurelia gave quiet whimper at his threat. She slowly reached her leg out, and when he clamped the chain around her ankle, she brought it back close to her body with a bit of effort. "Now please leave me be," she said.
 
"Of course, Princess Bitch." He said and went to the other side of the room into the corner. He propped himself up against the wall and rested his eyes, "We'll be holed up here a while, I recommend you adopt a more friendly attitute."
 
Aurelia growled at him and turned her body away from him. She didn't like his names for her or his treatment of her. She pulled the blankets in close. "I'll adopt a better attitude when I'm free," she murmured. She soon fell asleep and relaxed.

When she woke up, the sun was starting to come up. She gave a loud groan and pulled the blankets over her head, as if that would stave off the rising sun.
 
"Morning," Scott said, once again in his chipper morning attitude, speaking to her from across the room, still in the same spot and position he had fallen asleep in. He liked mornings, after a good night of rest, he felt refreshed and ready for the day, "We've got a free day today, what would you like to do?" He asked, opening the floor for suggestions from her.
 
Aurelia heard his chipper voice and growled before rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head. She hated mornings. She never got enough sleep. She sighed and shook her head beneath the blanket. "Sleep," she said. "And bathe." She didn't wish to spend any more time with him than was absolutely necessary.
 
"Fair enough. I'll be outside, chopping fire wood or something." Scott told her and stepped outside the cabin, stretching his arms and yawning. He scratched his beard and rolled his neck, taking a deep breath of fresh, morning air of the countryside. Shrugging off what was left of drowsyness he set to work, gathing some wood just incase the night got chilly and began scouting for food through hunting or gathering.
 
Aurelia glanced up with a suspicious look when he still was so chipper when she didn't want to do anything. She figured he trusted she couldn't get herself out of the chains nor would she move from her spot. For the moment this was true, as she laid back down and immediately fell asleep. Sleep was a thing she craved when her nights were spent traveling and fighting against him. She breathed heavily and kept the blanket pulled over her.
 
Heavy steps warned of Scott's approach when he reentered the cabin a couple hours later. He took a seat on the ground, cross-legged, next to her, "Still tired?"
 
Aurelia growled when she heard him approach and sit. She kept the blankets over her head, though the movement of her head shaking could be seen. She just wanted him to take her back. She was terrified to fight against him. "Take me back," she said stubbornly. "I want to go home."
 
"Deal with it, bitch. You stay here, with me, until further notice. I suggest you make the best of it, before your unfortunate situation only gets worse." He said non-chalantly.
 
Aurelia kept the blankets over her entire body, hiding in the darkness. She sighed in annoyance when he said she'd stay until further notice. She tucked the blanket in closer. "Leave me be," she murmured. She wished he'd just leave her alone. She wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't strong enough to pick up the iron ball and carry it however many miles.
 
Scott yawned and stretched. He rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles in a bored fashion before saying, "Hungry?" He asked, itching his nose and beard.
 
Aurelia growled. She could tell he was sitting close to her. She scooted away and gritted her teeth. She shook her head. "No," she said. She didn't want his food. If he wanted to use her as bait for her father, then she'd just remove herself from the picture. She stayed curled up under the covers. "Go away," she said.
 
((Geez, I hope this hasn't totally bored you...I've got an idea for some action though.))

"Suit yourself, princess," He spat the last word mockingly, "I'll be right back." He stepped out the cabin and took another breath of that wonderful mountain air. He gave a curt whistle and his horse came to him. He mounted and rode off. Princess would be fine alone for a couple hours, he wanted a strong drink.
 
((Mkay))

Aurelia frowned, but listened as he got up. She heard the sound of him whistling and riding off and sat up, pulling the blankets down. She dragged the iron ball to the door to see if he really was gone, and saw that he was. With some effort, she crawled all the way to the fire pit, and started a fire, throwing a rock in the flame. She waited, then used a stick to draw it out carefully. Two new sticks aided her in putting the rock on top of the iron shackle. She waited, then took a rock she could hold in her hand and began pounding at the shackle, making small dents in it, little by little.

(Dunno if that'd actually work, but hey, whatever. Haha)
 
((Heck if I know.
We going to let her escape for a bit, or have him get back before she can?))

Scott stepped down from the horse and tied it to one of the posts. The animal drank from the public trough with a couple other stallions as he walked into the bar, greeted as a regular and welcomed to a table by some friends. Large, strong working men who he had befriended in the two. Two older, grizzled married men and a younger craftsman, a dashing blonde with pale skin. Scott sat with them and was given a drink.
 
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