"Ha I didn't know that you were into men Commander but I guess that I can't blame you, I mean he is a cutie. If I didn't recently find my true love, I would have fallen for this prison guards feminine looks too."

I let out a groan, angry to be woken up as I was far to comfortable in my current position. Jessie's obnoxious voice was followed by an uncanny snigger.

I sat up and groggily glared at them.

"You are one to talk. Correct me if I am wrong but weren't you and Warren cuddling last night?" I let out an evil smirk.

"I was having a bad dream okay!" Jessie pouted and looked away. Warren's cheeks were tinted pink.

I raised an eyebrow, showing that I didn't believe them.

"You are mean you know that! I would have never have fallen for you, I take that back." Jessie huffed and stomped off childishly.

Warren followed shortly after but stopped midway and turned to face me.

"If you ever have a nightmare, Im still available," he winked, "anytime."

Once he took his leave, I face palmed and groaned in utter annoyance. I heard a soft chuckle next to me.

Turning I sent a glare towards Commander Tyron who held up his hands innocently but still had a cheeky smile on his face.

I had fallen asleep leaning against his shoulder last night but for some reason woke up with my head using his lap as a pillow. Either myself or him must have shifted my position to rest comfortably but I assume that it was him for I don't move around much in my sleep. My cheeks reddened slightly.

"I hate you, now they think we are into each other." I spoke still glaring.

"Come on we need to get going." He spoke getting up and stretching while completely ignoring my statement. I did not miss the fact that he still had that smile gracing his lips. I so badly wanted to punch him in the face. I let out a huff and nodded in return.

Once I had gathered everything and put my amour on, I was alerted by the soft hammering of hooves running towards us. I wasn't the only one who heard it.

The others all heard it to. They were getting closer. I glanced at the Commander waiting for him to give us orders.

"Trees."

I knew exactly what he meant. We needed to climb. It was then when I became painfully aware of his fear of heights. I tensed a little but I assumed that he would be okay on the lower branches.

Warren and Jessie had also got the message and were already starting to climb with Jessie in the lead helping Warren reach the cover of the leaves. The clattering of hooves was getting louder.

I glanced at Commander Tyron. He motioned for me to hurry up and climb. I ran towards the nearest tree, I was relieved that he was right behind me. I began frantically climbing as I heard the horses start getting very near.

Once I had reached a safe enough height, I looked down to notice the Commander who was climbing the same tree as me. He had made it pretty high considering his fear but was still not in the safe zone yet.

Fuck.

I quickly climbed down towards him to try help him. He just needed to climb up a few more branches. When he saw me his hand reached up to grab my offered hand but we were just a minute to late. I was more hidden than him but if one looked carefully, they would still be able to spot me.

Commander Tyron however was more visible but was still partially hidden. I was praying that whoever it was would not look up.

We didn't move as to not attract eyes to any movement or sound made as the horses entered the clearing. They were mounted by armoured enemy soldiers. I didn't know then but those were the ones we had been tracking.

The horses were pulled to halt from a motion from their leader. He took off his helmet and looked up.

I froze when his sharp eyes locked on Commander Tyron. A sadistic smile etched its way onto his lips.

Lord Patrick.

"You might as well come down now, no use hiding." His bitter tone spoke.

I watched the Commander. Gaging his reaction. His muscles were tense as he met his father's taunting eyes.

All I wanted to do was kill that bastard. I hated, I resented him and I had no respect for him. He had joined the enemy.

The Commander looked back at me, meeting my eyes with his stormy grey ones. He looked worried. Nervous even but I could tell he was trying to mask it.

"Come on now, we don't have all day."

I watched as Commander Tyron began his slow decent. I silently begged him with my eyes not to go.

Once he reached the ground, he turned to face Patrick. Lord Patrick's smile twisted higher in a more sickening way once he saw his son's face.

"Well this must be my lucky day, my own bastard before me. Now now Tyron, why don't you get your little friend in the tree to come down as well."

Shit he saw me.

I panicked slightly. I did not want to face this man, I never did want ever again.

"What friend?" Commander Tyron smirked at his father. He was digging his own grave. Idiot.

But I figured he was trying to buy time so I could hide. I slowly moved careful not to make a sound as I begin ascending higher into the cover of the trees branches. I was hoping that Patrick didn't actually see me but rather assumed someone was there but when is luck ever on my side.

"Do you take me for a fool boy!?" Patrick dismounted with a few other soldiers and walked up to Commander Tyron, slapping him harshly across the face while the soldiers held him in place.

The Commander's head jerked to the side but soon returned with his taunting smirk remaining. I remember when I got slapped by Patrick. It hurt like hell but my reaction but I did not let it show like the Commander was currently doing.

"Listen here, I saw you and your friend. I'm not stupid. I know that you have been tracking us for the past day and I know that you are incapable to do anything on your own you useless scum, so do yourself a favour and get that little accomplice of yours down here right now." Patrick had grabbed the Commander's hair as he harshly spoke to him.

"Fuck you." Commander Tyron spat at him.

I was surprised. Commander Tyron had acted just as I did when Patrick spoke to me in that interrogation cell.

Patrick who was now highly annoyed at the Commanders response turned towards the tree where I was hidden.

"Come down now or I will start torturing your beloved Commander." He threatened.

I had a gut feeling that this wasn't an empty threat. Still I feared for my safety but I would rather risk it than let him lay another filthy hand on the Commander.

Climbing down was extremely painful as all my senses were screaming at me to run, to hide. Once I reached the ground, three soldiers surrounded me.

"My my my, what do we have here?" Lord Patrick said as he approached me.

Commander Tyron struggled to break free from the soldiers holding him in place. He was trying to reach me. To save me.

I couldn't meet his eyes. I knew that he was angry, panicked even. I felt guilty for putting him in this predicament but my resolve to not want to see him get tortured was stronger.

"You were supposed to be dead."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew Jessie and Warren who were hiding in the other tree could hear everything.

"Not until I make you pay." I glared.

He laughed. He just freaking laughed.

"My dear Ms Black, hiding in a soldiers armour, disguised as a boy," Patrick circled me, raking his eyes over my appearance, "I'm not as surprised that you escaped prison as I am to the fact that you survived so long in the army."

"Do you know what they do to women who join the army?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Tyron, did you know of this?" Patrick spoke amusingly.

Commander Tyron just glared at his father. A glared full of pure hatred. It was cold. Even I shivered.

"What are you planning?"

"My dear, you know perfectly well. The crown on my head. I tried the jewels but it seems after your treachery, my nephew has hidden them better. I believe that they are now on his person at all times. Now my last option is to join forces with the enemy and indirectly slaughter to get my way."

I was very put off by his proclamation and so was Commander Tyron it seems.

"You fucking cunt! I will kill you!" The Commander seethed.

"Now now boy haven't I taught you any manners? To speak to your own father, the one who raised you, with such a disgusting mouth?" Patrick turned to face him.

"You are no father of mine, not after you abandoned mother and I, not after all you have done!"

"Seems I need to teach you a lesson boy," Patrick then turned to face me, "and I need you to send a message for me to Edward himself little Skyler."

Before I could enquire anything on the message or resort against relaying anything from him, he had snatched my father's dagger from my boot. He had obviously seen its hilt sticking out.

My heart started beating, I didn't know why he was planning to do with it but I was really worried. He knew it's value to me.

Smirking he turned and headed to Commander Tyron, my dagger in hand. I tried to scream at him to stop but it was stuck in my throat.

It was like the whole world stopped moving. It came to a complete standstill. There was complete deafening silence. Not even the birds made a sound.

Lord Patrick was the only one moving in slow motion. I tried my hardest to break free to get to Commander Tyron before Patrick did but it was too late.

Lord Patrick had lifted my fathers razer sharp dagger and used it to cleanly slice off Commander Tyron's head.

It fell to the ground.

Stormy grey eyes still wide open, watching me as life hastily slipped away from them.

He was dead.