Sagacious Novelty
Oh by the gods, the ******** of it all was too much to bare. Did this woman seriously think she knew anything about him? She was a one trick pony. A woman who had never known anything but luxury and fine dinning, while others crawled beneath her table on their knees hoping for even a crumb of what fell from it.
How did she know who he loved? Or didn't? Her vision was so limited, that if he did have a Kingdom to show her, she wouldn't have be able to see it! The woman was an useless appendage! No wonder her husband was ready to kill her at the first sign of a betrayal. He was attempting to rid himself of her nagging voice, useless monologues, and blind optimistic. She was a sickness to a man with power.
If Alexander were to get anything accomplished he would need her to simply take orders and keep her mouth shut. His question had been rhetorical; he didn't ask for her opinion on the matter. She was his prisoner, and yet she acted as if there was no threat on her life. Did she fear nothing? Not even a mad man, who was prepared to kill her in the street only yesterday? Ah yes, Belva wasn't only all of the things above, she was foolish as well.
His eyes lit up when she pressed the cool of his own blade against his neck. He wanted her to do it. He wanted her to prove him wrong. But she didn't. Alexander was always right. No one had proved to him that they were more than he believed them to be. Not even Silas or Phineus. He counted on his blood brothers to be predictable, to react just the way their persona depicted.
The Queen had surprised him twice, there would not be a third. He was going to break her down. And she was going to see that she couldn't change the past. She was who she was. There was no changing that, or her husband for that matter.
Alexander was no coward. He feared nothing-- not truly. And with time, Belva would come to see that. It was the fact that he had no fear that made him the man he was today. The fact that he cared not, that was the reason for why his plans were foolproof-- there was no human error. "I'm a coward?" He grinned at her, as she drew back the blade and let it fall to the ground. The woman then, to his surprise, shoved the book into his arms with great force; and already, he could hear the souls starting to stir.
"And yet you 'ave a chance to kill and do not take it! Pick it up your 'ighness! Kill me! Put me out of my ******** misery. And save your charming King all on your own-- oof!" Alexander hadn't even the chance to finish his sentence before a small fist punched his face. And it wasn't a blow done with care, but furiosity. She was so angry, he could see it in her eyes and the way her nose flared when she came in again for another attack.
It seemed with her, he was is perceptual state of disbelief-- reaching down to catch the blood as it trickled from his nostrils. That was a good shot. No thanks to Bishop who had warned Phineus to duck. Alexander saw that the half-giant had her, as she struggled to get free of him, for one more chance to unleash the anger she actually had for herself and how blind she had been, on him.
"You, stupid b***h!" He growled moving forward only to have Silas grab his arm, but he Alexander would have none of it. He shook the man from him like a leaf and shoved Phineus backward reaching for the woman with hands so fast no one likely knew what was going on until after it had already happened. Although he had carelessly dropped the Book, where he had been standing in the dirt, in pursuit of Belva. Silas quickly picked it up and handed it off Bishop.
Alexander didn't look particularly strong, but he was. And that was really unfortunate for the Queen. He had her right arm now in a rather odd position. It wasn't painful, but it applied a great deal of pressure to her shoulder. Alexander her taken her hand and twisted it back behind her, whirling her around toward the path that lead out of town. Her forearm and hand were pinned up against her back and his front was pushed up again her back as well. He had to admit, the view wasn't so bad as he glance down at her rear.
The elf leaned in, and placed his lips against her ear menacingly. "If I were cruel like you claim, I would 'ave killed you just now. But I let you live. You 'ave stabbed and struck me, and I 'ave not 'armed you in any way. If that is the mark of a cruel man in your eyes, then you 'ave not witnessed true callousness." He pushed her forward and released her.
"Let's go. Now!" He holler to the others.
Alexander broke into stride, moving ahead to lead the group out of town. They would simply have to take out the guards at the gate. Perhaps Belva could manage a distraction, and properly channel her energy. Their horses were waiting outside the gate in the forest.
