“Where the fuck is he?” I asked in a rage. We’d won the battle, but Jack was missing.
“Sire!” Sir Balthazar ran up to me, breathless.
“What?” I snapped, not really wanting to talk to them man that helped Jack cheat on me.
“I saw Cenrid’s knight dragging him into the forrest. They said something about gathering information from him!” He cried.

No.

“What?” I whispered. Jack wouldn’t be able to handle their torture. Sure if he was strong, he may last a couple days but not very long. He’d eventually either talk, or go insane. I’d seen the bravest knights fall apart under their hand. Yeah I was pissed at Jack, but I didn’t hate him. That was a total lie and I knew it the moment I said it. But I was so angry, I couldn’t think straight and I didn’t take it back when I should’ve. Jack will go insane under their hand and he will never know that I don’t hate him. He will never know that I actually love him more than anything.
“I want Sirs Dawson and Dorian to accompany me as we search for any tracks.”
“Sire don’t you think I should come?” Sir Balthazar spoke up, suddenly looking very concerned.
“No. In addition to fighting, you’ve done a lot of running to let us know what’s happened. You’ve earned a time of rest. We can manage it.” I replied. Sir Balthazar looked very put-out but I assumed it was because he was worried about Jack…That bastard.
“Sire, why are you putting so much effort into this? He’s just a servant.” One of King Lance’s men spoke up and I had to refrain from punching him in the face.

Just a servant! Jack is the most amazing person to have ever lived and you call him “Just a servant.”?

“Yes he is,” I replied through gritted teeth, “but he’s a servant with very sensitive information. We must get him before he breaks.”
“Why don’t we just move?”
“Because it would raise attention if suddenly hundreds of troops were moving across the land. Now we’re going to get Jack and if I hear one person speak against it, you will be tied to a post and tanned.” I threatened. That shut him up and I beckoned my knights to follow me into the woods.

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We’d been searching for hours and we’d found a whole lot of nothing. We searched every trail, every tree, and every creek for any sign of a struggle.
“Anything?” I asked Sir Dawson but the look on his face told me what I didn’t want to know. I nodded though he hadn’t said anything and turned to Sir Dorian who gave me the same news.
“Okay” I sighed, “Let’s go farther down the trail that Balthazar was seen running up. Maybe we didn’t go far enough.”
We remounted and walked down the trail, diligent to any detail but that was getting harder. We had enough daylight, it’s just that we’d been in a battle a few hours ago and all of us were exhausted and our bodies screamed for rest. I hated to admit it but even my eyelids were beginning to droop.
“Fuck!” Cried Sir Dawson I turned to see him with a bloody hand.
“How’d you manage that?” I asked, irritated.
“Fell asleep on my horse and started to fall off. The first thing I grabbed to steady myself was a blade.” He answered, wincing. I sighed, knowing there was a creek nearby for him to clean it up, but I was afraid we wouldn’t have time.

Reluctantly, I allowed for us to go to the creek. The horses needed water anyway. Once there, I drank from its currents while thinking of Jack. As if I were drinking for him, somehow taking in everything he needed in the hopes that it would magically nourish his body because I knew that he would only be fed just enough to keep him alive.
“SIRE!” Sir Dawson screamed though it was a bit unnecessary since I was only three feet away.
“What?” I asked, turning to face him. His eyes were wide and he couldn’t stop staring at a rock.
“Look!”
I took at step over to where he was and looked at the stone he was pointing at. There on top, was a bit of dried blood. This filled me with several emotions. For one, this had to be Jack’s blood meaning that he was around this area, but also…This had to be Jack’s blood. Meaning that he’s probably hurt…Well actually he’s defiantly hurt. I could only imagine the torture he was going though at that moment…

Notes

Title Cred: Fake Your Death

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