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With the majority of the fighting men away, Yanni was left with minimal guards. For the most part, she didn’t really go any where outside of the manor, her work could be done from inside where she could be guarded easier and kept safe. But that day she had been feeling rather stir crazy, and she needed to get outside, even just for a bit. She hadn’t hear news from the battlefield, and she was anxious. She had this bad feeling in her stomach, and she’d never felt anything like it. It was odd, and with most of her family gone off to war, it was not a feeling that she liked. It made her almost think that something had gone wrong.
Surely not, she had no way of knowing. But just... something felt off.
What ever it was, she needed to get out and stretch her legs and feel any semblance of normal again.
So she had gotten properly dressed, for the first time in quite awhile, and had headed out, taking only two guards with her. That was all she dared take from the house. The manor needed protecting, as did her son and daughter who remained at home. She was confident that nothing would happen. There had been many times when she had ducked her guard and taken off on her own.
She headed into the market, which seemed very busy that day, busier than usual. The crowds seemed thick, and with everyone bustling around, no one seemed to notice that their queen was walking among them.
Until someone did notice.
She had been separated from her guards, and she could see them in the crowd, making their way towards her. But before they could, she was being yanked into a back alley.
Her mouth was covered so she couldn’t scream, and she was restrained. From what she could tell, there were two men, they began to drag her down the alley, though she struggled. As they took her, she could hear them whispering plans of what to do with her, how much money they could get for her. Or perhaps they would sell her to the Egyptians.
Her heart raced, she had no idea how to get out of this. She couldn’t overpower them, she was a short woman, on in years, and had no where near the strength they had. Had her guards spotted her being taken?
She could only hope. Or if they hadn’t, she prayed to the Gods that someone, anyone had seen her being taken and would raise an alarm or come and save her.
She regretted immediately having left the manor. She should have at least taken Zanon with her.
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With the majority of the fighting men away, Yanni was left with minimal guards. For the most part, she didn’t really go any where outside of the manor, her work could be done from inside where she could be guarded easier and kept safe. But that day she had been feeling rather stir crazy, and she needed to get outside, even just for a bit. She hadn’t hear news from the battlefield, and she was anxious. She had this bad feeling in her stomach, and she’d never felt anything like it. It was odd, and with most of her family gone off to war, it was not a feeling that she liked. It made her almost think that something had gone wrong.
Surely not, she had no way of knowing. But just... something felt off.
What ever it was, she needed to get out and stretch her legs and feel any semblance of normal again.
So she had gotten properly dressed, for the first time in quite awhile, and had headed out, taking only two guards with her. That was all she dared take from the house. The manor needed protecting, as did her son and daughter who remained at home. She was confident that nothing would happen. There had been many times when she had ducked her guard and taken off on her own.
She headed into the market, which seemed very busy that day, busier than usual. The crowds seemed thick, and with everyone bustling around, no one seemed to notice that their queen was walking among them.
Until someone did notice.
She had been separated from her guards, and she could see them in the crowd, making their way towards her. But before they could, she was being yanked into a back alley.
Her mouth was covered so she couldn’t scream, and she was restrained. From what she could tell, there were two men, they began to drag her down the alley, though she struggled. As they took her, she could hear them whispering plans of what to do with her, how much money they could get for her. Or perhaps they would sell her to the Egyptians.
Her heart raced, she had no idea how to get out of this. She couldn’t overpower them, she was a short woman, on in years, and had no where near the strength they had. Had her guards spotted her being taken?
She could only hope. Or if they hadn’t, she prayed to the Gods that someone, anyone had seen her being taken and would raise an alarm or come and save her.
She regretted immediately having left the manor. She should have at least taken Zanon with her.
With the majority of the fighting men away, Yanni was left with minimal guards. For the most part, she didn’t really go any where outside of the manor, her work could be done from inside where she could be guarded easier and kept safe. But that day she had been feeling rather stir crazy, and she needed to get outside, even just for a bit. She hadn’t hear news from the battlefield, and she was anxious. She had this bad feeling in her stomach, and she’d never felt anything like it. It was odd, and with most of her family gone off to war, it was not a feeling that she liked. It made her almost think that something had gone wrong.
Surely not, she had no way of knowing. But just... something felt off.
What ever it was, she needed to get out and stretch her legs and feel any semblance of normal again.
So she had gotten properly dressed, for the first time in quite awhile, and had headed out, taking only two guards with her. That was all she dared take from the house. The manor needed protecting, as did her son and daughter who remained at home. She was confident that nothing would happen. There had been many times when she had ducked her guard and taken off on her own.
She headed into the market, which seemed very busy that day, busier than usual. The crowds seemed thick, and with everyone bustling around, no one seemed to notice that their queen was walking among them.
Until someone did notice.
She had been separated from her guards, and she could see them in the crowd, making their way towards her. But before they could, she was being yanked into a back alley.
Her mouth was covered so she couldn’t scream, and she was restrained. From what she could tell, there were two men, they began to drag her down the alley, though she struggled. As they took her, she could hear them whispering plans of what to do with her, how much money they could get for her. Or perhaps they would sell her to the Egyptians.
Her heart raced, she had no idea how to get out of this. She couldn’t overpower them, she was a short woman, on in years, and had no where near the strength they had. Had her guards spotted her being taken?
She could only hope. Or if they hadn’t, she prayed to the Gods that someone, anyone had seen her being taken and would raise an alarm or come and save her.
She regretted immediately having left the manor. She should have at least taken Zanon with her.
Old habits were hard to break. One of the first things Kyros had done after arriving in Colchis was to learn who ruled here, and to gather information about the royal and noble families. It didn’t do it because he wanted anything to do with such people, but for the fact that knowledge was power. After spending a few days learning what he could, he settled into a routine of silently watching the royal family from the shadows. Or rather what was left of the ruling family, for Kyros had learned back in Taengea that the king and the crown prince had traveled to Egypt to aid the Taengean militia in their war. Maybe while much of the fighting men were away, Kyros could find a way to rid the world of some of the upper class he hated so much.
But after days of watching the palace, the queen had not emerged. Growing bored, Kyros was just about to give up the quest and move on. But he perked up at the sight of movement at the gates. He’d crouched low atop the roof he was watching from, and spied a woman leaving with just a couple of guards. The way she moved, the way she held herself… this must be the queen herself. He watched the direction she headed, and shadowed her movements through the crowds of the market square. Undetected as he kept to the shadows.
Kyros saw the moment the woman became separated from her guards. And he noticed the moment she was snatched and dragged down an alley.
He followed, taking a higher route across store rooftops, until he had a clear vantage point of the alley below. His keen hearing picked up snippets of the men’s whispered plans of ransom and less than wholesome fun they could have with the queen while they waited for their gold to be delivered to them. Kyros considered just staying where he was and watching the men have their way. Better yet he could just walk away and pretend he knew nothing at all.
But… then he would get no pleasure it taking out the queen himself. Perhaps these men had a point, though. Why just kill the queen of Colchis when he could hold her for ransom and then kill her before returning her body to her family? He could pretend to rescue her from these men… make her trust him…
Drawing his daggers, Kyros dropped from the roof and landed quietly upon his feet behind the men, bending his knees to absorb the shock of the landing. He stood to his full six foot height, his grey gaze hard, his jaw set. He rushed into motion, one dagger sliding between the ribs and into the lung of one of the queen’s assailants. Kyros danced back out of reach as the other man turned to confront him, leaving the first man to hold the captive as he struggled to catch his breath. ”Leave the woman and flee, and you might escape with your life,” Kyros said confidently to the thugs – even though one was already well on his way to meet Thanos with that punctured lung.
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Old habits were hard to break. One of the first things Kyros had done after arriving in Colchis was to learn who ruled here, and to gather information about the royal and noble families. It didn’t do it because he wanted anything to do with such people, but for the fact that knowledge was power. After spending a few days learning what he could, he settled into a routine of silently watching the royal family from the shadows. Or rather what was left of the ruling family, for Kyros had learned back in Taengea that the king and the crown prince had traveled to Egypt to aid the Taengean militia in their war. Maybe while much of the fighting men were away, Kyros could find a way to rid the world of some of the upper class he hated so much.
But after days of watching the palace, the queen had not emerged. Growing bored, Kyros was just about to give up the quest and move on. But he perked up at the sight of movement at the gates. He’d crouched low atop the roof he was watching from, and spied a woman leaving with just a couple of guards. The way she moved, the way she held herself… this must be the queen herself. He watched the direction she headed, and shadowed her movements through the crowds of the market square. Undetected as he kept to the shadows.
Kyros saw the moment the woman became separated from her guards. And he noticed the moment she was snatched and dragged down an alley.
He followed, taking a higher route across store rooftops, until he had a clear vantage point of the alley below. His keen hearing picked up snippets of the men’s whispered plans of ransom and less than wholesome fun they could have with the queen while they waited for their gold to be delivered to them. Kyros considered just staying where he was and watching the men have their way. Better yet he could just walk away and pretend he knew nothing at all.
But… then he would get no pleasure it taking out the queen himself. Perhaps these men had a point, though. Why just kill the queen of Colchis when he could hold her for ransom and then kill her before returning her body to her family? He could pretend to rescue her from these men… make her trust him…
Drawing his daggers, Kyros dropped from the roof and landed quietly upon his feet behind the men, bending his knees to absorb the shock of the landing. He stood to his full six foot height, his grey gaze hard, his jaw set. He rushed into motion, one dagger sliding between the ribs and into the lung of one of the queen’s assailants. Kyros danced back out of reach as the other man turned to confront him, leaving the first man to hold the captive as he struggled to catch his breath. ”Leave the woman and flee, and you might escape with your life,” Kyros said confidently to the thugs – even though one was already well on his way to meet Thanos with that punctured lung.
Old habits were hard to break. One of the first things Kyros had done after arriving in Colchis was to learn who ruled here, and to gather information about the royal and noble families. It didn’t do it because he wanted anything to do with such people, but for the fact that knowledge was power. After spending a few days learning what he could, he settled into a routine of silently watching the royal family from the shadows. Or rather what was left of the ruling family, for Kyros had learned back in Taengea that the king and the crown prince had traveled to Egypt to aid the Taengean militia in their war. Maybe while much of the fighting men were away, Kyros could find a way to rid the world of some of the upper class he hated so much.
But after days of watching the palace, the queen had not emerged. Growing bored, Kyros was just about to give up the quest and move on. But he perked up at the sight of movement at the gates. He’d crouched low atop the roof he was watching from, and spied a woman leaving with just a couple of guards. The way she moved, the way she held herself… this must be the queen herself. He watched the direction she headed, and shadowed her movements through the crowds of the market square. Undetected as he kept to the shadows.
Kyros saw the moment the woman became separated from her guards. And he noticed the moment she was snatched and dragged down an alley.
He followed, taking a higher route across store rooftops, until he had a clear vantage point of the alley below. His keen hearing picked up snippets of the men’s whispered plans of ransom and less than wholesome fun they could have with the queen while they waited for their gold to be delivered to them. Kyros considered just staying where he was and watching the men have their way. Better yet he could just walk away and pretend he knew nothing at all.
But… then he would get no pleasure it taking out the queen himself. Perhaps these men had a point, though. Why just kill the queen of Colchis when he could hold her for ransom and then kill her before returning her body to her family? He could pretend to rescue her from these men… make her trust him…
Drawing his daggers, Kyros dropped from the roof and landed quietly upon his feet behind the men, bending his knees to absorb the shock of the landing. He stood to his full six foot height, his grey gaze hard, his jaw set. He rushed into motion, one dagger sliding between the ribs and into the lung of one of the queen’s assailants. Kyros danced back out of reach as the other man turned to confront him, leaving the first man to hold the captive as he struggled to catch his breath. ”Leave the woman and flee, and you might escape with your life,” Kyros said confidently to the thugs – even though one was already well on his way to meet Thanos with that punctured lung.
