Hunting was one of Prince Faelen’s favorite things to do. It got him away from the castle as well as the expectations of his older brother and Father. Being the second child of the King meant that while not direct heir to the throne, he was still expected to have a certain level of decorum.
Being out in the wilderness was something that Faelen always enjoyed no matter what. It made him feel closer to his late mother, whom the servants said was one with nature even after marrying his father.
Racing through the woods on his steed, Faelen came across a form that was curled up in a ball. Stopping his horse, he slowly drew his sword only to notice that it was a woman. An oddly dressed woman, shaking his head, Faelen knew he wasn’t making it back to the castle this evening.
So he started to build a fire and shelter after wrapping the unknown woman in his bed roll.
When Cordelia came to, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn’t laying in dirt any more. She was wrapped in something soft and warm; for a blissful moment, she almost thought that her misadventures had just been a horrible dream.
However, she was disillusioned all too soon. Eyes fluttering open, Cordelia was more than disappointed when she found herself still in the middle of the forest. Only, she didn’t seem to be alone any more– that bedroll hadn’t appeared out of thin air, and was that a fire she saw?
Shooting up into a sitting position, Cordelia rubbed the remaining bleariness from her eyes, and was more than surprised by what met them. The man sitting in front of the fire looked like he’d stepped out of one of her history textbooks; fancy tunic, tight pants, the whole shebang. It was more than disconcerting, honestly.
Standing up carefully, she kept her gaze locked on the stranger. “Who are you? And what’s with the getup? You look like you walked straight out of a textbook. I get that the whole medieval thing’s been in– well, no, not at all actually– but this is taking it just a bit too far, don’t you think? Especially if this is someone’s idea of a good prank, because it really isn’t funny!” she said, her pitch rising at least an octave by the end of her rant. Cordelia realized she was practically rambling, but the more she talked, the more she could pretend she wasn’t completely and totally lost– not to mention wigged out beyond belief.
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