Escape Of The Princess

Chapter 1

It's always need traditional for a price and princess to wed. This was to keep the royal bloodline going, and sometimes to even unite rival nations. But no one ever asks either party how they feel.

A beautiful princess stared out a stone window of the mighty castle. She looked down at the knights, proudly displaying red tunics over their chainmail armor. Their metal helmets gleamed in the sunlight.
"Why can't I be like them?" She mumbled to herself, removing the silver tiara from her head. She then walked from the window and sat on her mattress.

She'd wanted to escape on many other occasions, but the long sleeved dress would really not help her cause. She wasn't an idiot. She knew for a fact that would never work. The stupid thing would slow her down. But it wasn't socially acceptable for a princess to wear pants, it was only dresses and skirts.

But who could possibly help her? The knights were all loyal to the king and queen. Well, almost all. There was one knight, a rebel knight who might not try to decapitate the princess when and if she approached. The rebel knight was known to be aggressive and very stubborn. Though desperate times call for desperate measures.

She stood up from her bed, walked up to the huge wooden door leading to the hall and opened it. She rushed down a narrow area with winding stairs. Torches lit the dark, cold, hall as the princess drifted down the stone steps. Opening, yet another, wooden door at the bottom of the stairs she rushed into the main entrance. Just for a moment did she stop to catch her breath. And soon after that she untied a rope holding the gate shut. Then walked to the opposite side and untied the other. Stepping back, she watched the gate swing down across the moat surrounding the castle. She then stepped out into the sunlight, squinting at first to adjust her vision. Once she was used to the new light, she stepped out onto the gate and rushed from the castle.

Off in the distance a rebel knight stood atop a hill. Leaning against their sword, with the tip sunk into the ground. The armor gleamed in the sunlight and they stood cautiously motionless. Looking off at the distant castle. Noticing a short figure approach, they kept their guard up, still standing unnaturally still.

The princess rushed up to the knight, knowing they were likely to be hanged soon, as they had a history of rebellion. So would this knight really be willing to help? It didn't seem like there was a clear answer to this question.

The princess looked the knight through the small slot in their helmet. Only showing a pair of dark brown eyes, and pale skin.
"None shall pass." Growled the knight in a deep voice, though it was likely just an intimidation tactic.