James cares for his country. But he worries about Isobel and that stirred something inside of him which could stir something bigger in the country.

(It is set in the olden days incase that isn't clear in my writing haha, not quite sure what year, but somewhere waaaaay far back like in the 1400s :D)


7. 7.

I wake up to motion beneath my feet and an aching throughout my entire body. Opening my eyes, I see James' face and I yelp, quickly sitting up, hurting myself even more.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?!" I yell.

"Isobel." he smiles his arrgoant smile. "You're awake!"

"Yes I'm awake!" I yell. "Where am I?!"

"You are in a horse and carriage, with me, on our way to the palace."

"This is kidnap!" I protest.

"This is saving you." he says. "You could have died if I'd have left him to it-"

"I need to go back." I say, suddenly remembering that my father said he'd get Tilly and my mother.

James laughs bitterly. "No way."

"No, your grace-"

"Stop calling me that!" he exclaims. "Please, I am two years older and yes, I'm going to be your king, but please can you just forget that? I just want you and I to be equal!"

"Fine!" I shout. "Fine, James, I need to go back, my mother and sister aren't safe."

"I will send some of my men after them-"

"And how long will that take?!" I ask sarcastically. "I must go back, now, we aren't far from the farm."

"Isobel, I am telling you now-"

I don't catch the last half of that sentence because I open the door of the carriage and leap out. As I land on the floor, all of the pain I am in is amplified as a jolt goes through my body, leaving grazes down my cheek and cuts on my arms.

I shake it off and get straight back up, starting to run back towards the farm. We are on the one road in and out of the two farms, I can get back there within ten minutes if I keep running. It's painful, but Matilda and my mother could be in more pain. Elijah could be if he is back from hunting.

But I hear footsteps behind me and I am sure they're James' and they are a lot faster than mine. He manages to catch up with me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and jolting me backwards. I can't help but yelp because he is holding on tight where my father kicked me. I ignore the pain, it can't be too bad, I must just be exaggerating. I can't be weak.

"Let me go!" I scream.

"Isobel!" he screams back, completely forgetting his role as Prince. He has lost all composure and he just looks a complete mess if I'm honest. "I am not letting you go near that place again!"

"Why?!" I yell. "Why?! What, so you're the future king of England and you have a weird thing for me, that means I can't go look after my family?!"

"You're exactly right!" he shouts. "It's exactly that! I have a thing for you and I care about you, therefore, I don't want you to get hurt anymore, and I am the future king of England so you must obey my orders!"

"Just shut up!" I scream at him. "I need to go-"

Somewhere behind me I hear a little throat clearing. I turn around and Elijah is sat there on his horse, looking beyond confused.

"Hello." he says unsurely.

"Elijah-" I say, rushing over to him.

"Were you just shouting at the prince?" he asks, frowning.

"Yes. But please, please go to my house, I think my family are in danger. It's my father."

He nods his head straight away. "Of course. Where are you going?"

"With the prince." I say. "I'll explain when I get back, please, just go."

"Okay. I'll see you soon."

I nod as he turns his horse around and rides back to my house. I turn back around and go back into the carriage without looking at or speaking to James.

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