Chapter 17
Len watched his sister leave, smiling to himself as he closed his eyes. She would be safe. It didn't matter what was going to happen to him. He would protect her no matter what. They called the princess evil, so he must have the same blood flowing through his veins. There was a crash as he heard the main door of the palace being forced open. He was the only one left in the castle. Len could hear the footsteps, running to the throne room to capture the princess.
Finally, the door to the throne room was too forced open, and Len turned around daintily. Almost immediately the brunette prisoner held the point of her sword to his neck. His lips pulling into a sadistic grin, he said, "You disgraceful woman!"
The woman seemed shocked for a split second, but quickly got over it as she yanked the 'princess' by his wrist. Soon enough Len was bound and forced into a wagon leading to the federal prison.
Panting, Rin came to a stop. She had no clue where she was, since she had never really bothered to learn the geography of her country. She had avoided every person she saw, afraid that she might be recognized. Taken to the dungeons. But then again, that didn't sound as bad as Len taking her place. Why did she let him switch their clothes? She was helpless. There was no one left in the world that would ever love her. The one person who had always protected her, kept her from any kind of harm was gone and who knows what was going to happen to him.
The blonde fugitive wiped her tears, then took out the photograph Len had given her. She remembered when that picture was taken, on their fourth birthday. It was enough to bring the tears back to Rin's pale blue eyes. It was hard to think that they had been so happy before, under the sound of the church bells that would more than likely bring about the end of it all. They had been separated, destiny took its course and brought them back together. But being the idiot Rin was, she hadn't seen it. Trembling, Rin clutched the photograph close to her chest.
"Len…" she whispered. She knew what she was going to do. She was going to move by the church where Len had told her about the bottle out to sea, and maybe try and start over. A clean slate. But there was something she needed to do first…
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