I have come to the conclusion that I am officially cursed or just have the worst luck in all the miserable history of mankind.

Let's make twenty-three babies together.

Twenty-three babies!..

What the hell is he thinking?!

I was still very much aware of the blade against my throat. She could just decapitate me if she pleased and thanks to Warren and his smart mouth, that would likely happen.

She simply scoffed at him not giving him the satisfaction of a response while her accomplice that I had just noticed, moved behind Warren and put a blade to his neck while he tied his hands behind his back.

The girl behind me started doing the same harshly grabbing my hands pulling them behind me where she could bind them. It was highly uncomfortable considering the fact that was wearing amour that was already chaffing my sides only for the new position to cause it to dig in further leading me to be slightly short of breath.

The solider with Warren harshly ushered him forward with a shove and I knew I would be soon to follow but before I could take a step forward in acceptance and compliance to my capture the lady behind me halted me.

"Wait."

I stood still, unsure of her intentions.

That is when I felt it. Her hand moved and undid on of the buckles keeping my amour in place causing it to to loosen slightly. I let out a slight breath in relief to be free from its constrictions.

I was still on alert however, not dropping my guard. I could not help but wonder what she was up to but that was answered soon enough.

She moved closer to me from behind, her cold slender hands moving under my amour with ease making their way under my shirt onto my waist. I tried to move away as I was uncomfortable at the notion.

"What are you doing?" I just about spat out without thinking.

Her cold hands rested on my skin as she moved around to face me. I took note of her features understanding why Warren was aware struck and if I was into women I think I would be too. She was indeed gorgeous making me ever so self conscious about my own looks.

She stood tall, about the same height as myself and looked to be around my age if not a year or two older. She had long yellow blonde locks pulled and braided into a tight hairstyle out of her face. She had sharp features with prominent cheek bones and smooth eyebrows. Her green eyes watched me, analysed me, with a curious glint in them.

"I was just proving my assumptions concerning your gender."

I felt her hands move up latching onto my bindings but fortunately not tempting to undo them before moving away to latch the buckle of my amour up again shifting it slightly so that it would not irritate me as much.

"It seems I was correct. You are a female."

It did not dwell well with me how she could just assume my gender.

"Without the whole feeling me up part, how could you tell?"

She smiled ever so slightly.

"Oh I know a woman when I see one for I am one too you know. It's not everyday you see one disguised as a solider you know. In fact I don't think I have ever met one who was part of this kingdom's army. Isn't illegal for a woman to join?" It was a rhetorical question for I could tell she knew the answer.

"Does your plump companion know the truth?" She walked around me playing with her blade tauntingly. I knew that I could not escape, her movements were like that of a skilled fighter which I had no doubt that she was.

"Do you know what happens to ladies who are caught in the army in this kingdom? I think it's drastically unfair," she stopped and whispered slightly in my ear, "that is why I left."

She then shoved me slightly forward signalling me to start walking off in the direction Warren had gone off in.

"Come on let us go. See what my superior has in store for you. Hopefully it isn't too bad because we wouldn't want to have that pretty face of yours ruined now would we?"

We walked into the camp where I saw Warren tied to a pole while a tall built male was interrogating him. Warren seemed somewhat bored at the whole ordeal but once his eyes caught mine he glared slightly.

I couldn't help but wonder what his problem was but I figured it was something to do with me and his new found love taking so long. Soon I was tied to a pole just like him, stuck in the same predicament.

Warren's glare had soon moved from me and was now focused on a failed attempt at a flirty look he kept sending the female who caught us but she seemed uninterested as she stood next to two people, one being the interrogator.

They had taken all our weapons including my fathers dagger much to my dismay however I had watched them. I had made sure I knew exactly what direction they had gone with it.

"Where is your convoy solider? How far?" The interrogator spat in my face obviously having moved on from Warren hoping for a better response from me instead before they would begin torturing us.

I looked at him with a mocking smile slightly showing my teeth in defiance before spitting back at him. That was a bad idea as I soon was met with a fist to my cheek jerking my head to the side.

"I will ask you again, where are they?!"

I moved my head slowly to look back at him. I tried hard not to show how the pain from his blow had affected me by forcing the mocking smile to continue gracing my chapped lips.

"Why don't you call your little Captain over there," I shifted my head slightly towards the direction were the lady was standing next to another figure who looked like he was in charge of this set up, "and we can have a chat."

I received another blow but this time it was in the gut causing me to grunt as I was winded. Warren watched me carefully frowning as he new he was next.

Just as the interrogator was about to continue, seven horses broke into the clearing with a few more following. They broke through tents and pushed soldiers over as their riders unsheathed their swords effectively slicing the enemy. Some had spears too. The whole camp had erupted into a bliss of bloody chaos. It was a battle. The riders wore my kingdoms crest and I noticed one in particular stood out more than normal. I had recognised the amour of that of Commander Tyron near the man however I could not tell who was wearing the amour but I knew they were high ranked.

Someone had come behind me a cut the rope binding me to the pole. Warren was cut free too. Our saviour was none other than Jessie who for the first time ever looked serious. He and Warren ran off to join in the fight.

I knew that this was my only chance to escape for good in the midst of all the fighting but I had to find my father's dagger. I need to seriously stop allowing it to be taken so easily from me all the time.

Heading off in the direction of the tent I saw it taken to I started dogging and ducking attacked and blows. Once inside the tent I was beyond relieved to notice it on a table inside.

I grabbed it quickly stuffing it into my boot once again. I picked up a sword and headed out just as a horse knocked and tore through the tent.

I looked towards the woods and was about to leave when the tip of a sword stopped me. It was the girl from earlier.

"I don't think so." She smiled tauntingly and moved her sharp blade up to swing it towards me.

Just as I was about to react and block her attack she was flown into me, knocking me to the ground on my back with her on top. Someone had crashed into her.

Our lips met for a brief second...

I lost my first kiss to a girl?!

I think she was equally as shocked at this and didn't stop me as I scrambled away from her.

I looked up glaring at the perpetrator for causing this whole unwanted and definitely unneeded scene. I met the eyes of none other than a shocked looking Warren.

"Noooo! You kissed the love of my life. How could you?!" He dramatically screamed.

Out from behind him Jessie appeared with a few scratches gracing his features.

"What is all this screaming about Fatty, the fighting is over? We successfully captured the guy in charge and killed everyone else. We won thanks to his majesty's help. Now you are over here screaming your ass off." Jessie commented before taking notice of me and the girl next to me.

His eyes lit up like a little boy after taking in her appearance before approaching her and offering her a hand to get up.

"My what a beauty, I think it was destined that our paths were to cross on this fine day. Would you do the honour of being my wife and carrying our many beautiful children and then we will live happily ever after?" Jessie spoke with a terrible smile that I think he thought was charming. It was just as bad as Warren's flirty smile.

I facepalmed.

Not this again.