Simone didn’t fight him no she probably made it easier for him to do so. She was confused but she had been taught that if someone kidnaps you, you don’t make it harder on yourself. She was small, she had no weapons to defend herself with. Her job was to keep herself intact, if only she had realized that he had already killed her a few times it might have been different.

The was lord was inside pacing and when he saw Lewis he was visibly upset but also relieved. He took his wife’s ring and her hair. “I see… so it was painful for her then?” He frowned a bit. “I suppose I should have asked you to make it quick for her as well.” He had no idea just how enchanted his wife actually was.

Meanwhile, Simone was waiting for Lewis to come back into the garden. She was rocking herself but not enough to create noise to be noticed. This was just as much a new place for her as it was for Lewis now. She was rolling her eyes back and forth when Lewis finally came back. He removed the gag and she tilted her head, “If you asked me I would have stayed put and not spoke. I don’t know where I am. Running would get me killed. Father always said if I couldn’t defend myself to listen to people in power to keep myself in one piece. People who act without a plan get killed.”

She had been raised a noblewoman of a particularly powerful family at the time. The Auclairs… but she couldn’t remember anything past this. She didn’t know their history. She didn’t know why they were a strong house. Nor did she know where the Auclairs even lived.

Did she hit her head hard?

Lewis rolled his eyes at her remark of staying quiet when asked. “Of course you would,” he said with an almost mocking tone. “No one ever screams, and no one ever runs.” The sarcasm was practically dripping. Lord Raith was wearing off on him.

He pulled her up by the rope binds, and sighed. “Damnit…I can’t pull you through town like this…you’re a bloody mess, and your clothes are practically falling off.” He looked her over once more. Indeed, she was without any form of bodily injury. He pulled off his shroud, and enveloped her in it. The black cowl was still down for a moment, and the whole look was almost ridiculous for her. A small, timid girl in the shroud of an assassin.

He pulled the cowl over her head, and pulled on her bindings. “Walk with me. Stay silent. If you fall behind, I’ll kill you, public or not. If you utter a word, I’ll kill you. If you make a run for it, I’ll…” He paused. “Well, you get the idea. Let’s go…”

To Lord Raith’s domain…perhaps there, I can find out what to do with this…problem.