Dominic sat in a chair, his eyes staring at the doors of the main hall, he was waiting for the return of Lady Victoria and the little minx whom he'd set his sights on to marry. The little devious witch had procured the proper distraction, it had been two hours before his parents and he could relay the worst news that he was most definitely NOT marrying their daughter and another hour for his parents to apologize and make amends.
The doors opened, Lady Victoria, her guards walked into the room. There was no sign of Abigail and this had him standing up in one swift motion; "Where is my fiancé?" he inquired; his eyes narrowing on the group.
Victoria looked confused; "I'm right here, my love" she said, as she walked up; "The woman... Abigail.. well a crowd of kids rushed us and she ran off."
Dominic cursed, and called for "The Hunter", his eyes were dark with anger. She had slipped off and he wasn't going to leave it to the fools he called guards.
A burly man with an orange beard appeared, he was stalky and looked like a lumberjack, however he was the best damn tracker in the kingdom, and now was the time for the best.
Dominic told the man about whom he was looking for in vivid detail, "I want her back here, and now." Dominic said, and the man bowed.
"I will not return until I find her," The hunter stated; "I will bring her back to you milord."
Once he was gone Dominic looked at the now completely confused Victoria; "She lied milady, you are not the one I am marrying. SHE WAS" he said with a growl, before stalking off.
Victoria glared at the prince's back. "We'll see about that..." she muttered, as she turned and headed for one of her personal guards and told him what she wanted. He looked appalled but one obeyed the one that kept you fed and clothed. So he went to the town to hire an assassin to find and kill the woman whom the prince wanted to marry.
The doors opened, Lady Victoria, her guards walked into the room. There was no sign of Abigail and this had him standing up in one swift motion; "Where is my fiancé?" he inquired; his eyes narrowing on the group.
Victoria looked confused; "I'm right here, my love" she said, as she walked up; "The woman... Abigail.. well a crowd of kids rushed us and she ran off."
Dominic cursed, and called for "The Hunter", his eyes were dark with anger. She had slipped off and he wasn't going to leave it to the fools he called guards.
A burly man with an orange beard appeared, he was stalky and looked like a lumberjack, however he was the best damn tracker in the kingdom, and now was the time for the best.
Dominic told the man about whom he was looking for in vivid detail, "I want her back here, and now." Dominic said, and the man bowed.
"I will not return until I find her," The hunter stated; "I will bring her back to you milord."
Once he was gone Dominic looked at the now completely confused Victoria; "She lied milady, you are not the one I am marrying. SHE WAS" he said with a growl, before stalking off.
Victoria glared at the prince's back. "We'll see about that..." she muttered, as she turned and headed for one of her personal guards and told him what she wanted. He looked appalled but one obeyed the one that kept you fed and clothed. So he went to the town to hire an assassin to find and kill the woman whom the prince wanted to marry.