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When he gave her a tug and she didn't move he grew even more aggravated with her. Shaking his head in amusement as he snaked his arm around her and gave her one final tug. That broke her free from the saddle and he had her under control from there. Holding the back of her hands he grabbed something from the saddle, a cloth. He stuffed it into her mouth so she couldn't scream anymore. Her shrieks of fear were annoying. Channing grabbed her by the arms and held her tight, pushing her roughly along when needed. As he walked into the building his dog Brock greeted him, sniffing the new comer. He quickly turned and began to bark and snarl at her. "Brock." Channing said, making the big dog sit. He continued to walk straight back, then dog a hallway, straight to a huge jail cell.

Anna tried to fight her way free from him as he led her into the building. If the transaction wasn't bad enough the mutt decided to run up and scare her half to death. Anna screamed, trying to climb Channing to get away from the dog. When she failed she simply tried to get on the other side of Channing, as far away from the dog as she could get. Why was all this bad stuff happening to her? The princess looked at the jail cell approaching and struggled a bit more before finally giving up. She walking along peacefully as she sighed, hanging her head. It was over now. They were going to put her in there and she was to never see daylight again. Such a sad and pitiful way to go.

Channing still held an iron grip on her as he led her straight into her jail cell, shutting the door behind him as he pulled a knife from his pocket. He then cut the rope that held her wrists together and pulled the cloth out of her mouth calmly. He slipped the knife back into its holster. He turned his back to her and exited through the cell door once more. He stood on the outside of the jail cell and just watched her for a moment before taking a seat at a nearby table. He rolled his sleeve on his left arm up and examined the big purple bruise that the book she had thrown earlier had left. Brock came over again and sniffed the jail cell, walking away lazily.

Anna sighed as she was placed into this jail cell. She had never been in one before and she knew now that she would never want to go back into one. As she glanced around the cell it looked a bit like a kitchen with nothing but a hammock and a wash basin in it. She looked back and sighed, seeing the purple bruise she had left on this man. "I'm sorry for throwing the book at you." She said, unsure of why she was even apologizing since he was the one who had attacked her. Somehow it just felt right. Since he didn't hurt her but yet she left that mark on him. When the dog came over she backed away from the door, waiting till he left before walking back up and shrinking against it. Anna's green eyes searched around for something, though she didn't know what.

Channing was almost in a day dream when she spoke to him, catching him a little off guard. He looked over at her and shrugged, "It's fine." He said with a very dull tone. A few minutes went by before the men came back, each bearing gold and different things such as food and supplies. Channing stood up, "Men. What have you brought?" He asked with a grin, stepping forward. Straight down the line the men rattled off what they had gotten; bread, meat, flour, wine, wheat, and a few weapons. Examining everything Channing gave them the okay to go and get everything ready. Tonight they would celebrate having captured the princess. Though they were going to stuff themselves, no one had an intention of feeding her anything.

Anna nodded then shook her head with a sigh. She was tired from all the fighting and this cell was uncomfortable. Anna sighed, thinking that since the men were going to be leaving to eat soon she could get a quick wash up. Since there was sweet smelling soap and nice warm water already in the basin there was no point in leaving it there. The princess walked over to the hammock and sat on it, the strings creaking from the sudden weight. She hoped that they wouldn't break. On the hammock was a small pillow and a thin blanket, for her to sleep on for the night. Anna could tell that they planned on keeping her here for a day or two, maybe even longer if they decided they liked her company.

Channing and his men all went to the kitchen and prepared the feast as they walked all the food out. Channing took a seat at the table, pouring his own wine into a clear wine glass. He and his man talked and laughed and had a merry time as they began to cut into the food and eat. As the tray of different foods were being passed around Channing set a plate aside, filling it with everything he had on his plate. For the princess He thought generously as he passed the other tray along. He grabbed a second glass and poured yet another glass of wine. This would surely provide a good meal for the princess. Meanwhile Brock lay on the floor, engorging himself with a big bowl full of turkey meat. He wasn't sharing either.

Princess Anna scoped around the room before walking over to the wash basin. The water was clean and the soap did smell very nice. Off to the left side there was a towel to dry with and an extra set of clothing. Not a dress I would pick but this is nice. She thought as she quickly began to pull off her clothes. She hurried to get herself washed, the warm water felt nice. Anna glanced over to the wall and found out that there was no windows. Light but no windows? How was that even possible? As she continued to hastily examine the room she found above head there was a window, a bared one though. She sighed. I'm never getting out of here. With the mutt running around and all the men with bars on everything. She thought sadly, continuing to wash and rinse.

Channing ate his dinner and finished before everyone else, doing this on purpose so he would be able to give Anna her dinner too on time. His green eyes trailed over to the door as he stood with her plate and glass of wine in hand. He took a few more minutes before getting up and walking to the door. The men questioned him on where he was going. Channing turned and looked at them, "To feed the girl." He said, looking back at the door just before walking back. As he walked into the next room and then to the jail cell he saw an eye full. Gasping in suprisement. He averted his eyes as he sat the plate and wine glass just outside of the cell. Channing backed out, turning away so he couldn't see her. "I-uh-um." He stuttered before leaving.

As Anna turned she saw Channing, shrieking as she caught his eyes. In a quick reflex she scoped the towel up and covered herself, glaring at him as if he had planned it. When she thought about it a grin came across her face, thinking of how scared and embarrassed he looked made her laugh a little. When she finally realized what he was doing she nodded once, "Thank you." She said just as he was leaving. When Channing was fully out of the door she took her towel and dried herself off again, grabbing a cream colored dress that, at the end, ran into a light redish orange color. It was actually a beautiful dress. When she slipped it on it fit perfectly. Anna smiled, adjusting and smoothing down her dress before going over to eat.

Channing heard her words as he exited, still stuttering a bit badly. "I-it's-yeah. Welcome." He said quickly, trying to forget everything he saw. Channing looked over at the hallway again, wondering if anyone had seen him act so embarrassed. But the hall was empty since all the men were still dinning, stuffing their faces and telling jokes to one another. As he began to regain himself Channing slowly but surely began to walk back into the dinning area. As he took his seat back one man turned to look at him, "What's wrong there champ? You've look as though you've just seen a ghost." He said before bellowing a laugh. Channing nodded a few times, "If you prefer to put it that way then yes." He said and picked up a wine glass.

Anna smiled as he stuttered, Men She thought in amusement. They were truly their own kind of creature. She looked over at the wine glass as she finished her meal. She reached over and lifted the fragile glass up, taking a few swallows of the older liquid. She examined the glass. A weapon. She though, glancing from side to side as she finished the last swallow in the glass then broke it on the cobble stones. She shrieked out in pain, turning her back to the door so whoever came couldn't see her clutching the glass. In the process she grabbed a sharp and edge, causing her fragile hand to bleed. She tossed a little bit of blood off to the side so that the men could see she was injured. "Ow." She moaned, faking a crying scene.

Channing heard the shriek over everyone's laughter and belches, causing him to rise to his feet. What has the lassy done now? He thought, not paying much attention to it. He walked out of the room once more, heading over to the cell to find blood on the floor. He opened the door to the cell and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. He walked over with pure concern and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Princess, are you okay?" He asked, sounding concerned and bored at the same time. He knew something would always be wrong with this girl and that she would never be satisfied with just accepting fate. Though for some reason, he admired that.

Anna smirked just before she turned on him, grabbing his shirt and clutching the safe part of the shattered glass. Her beautiful green eyes grew stone cold as she stood in his face. "Open the gate and allow me to leave." She growled, knowing deep down in her heart she would never be able to stab him though. "And when you open that door you will escort me out, and I shall be taking your horse. He can be returned upon request." She said, pushing him up against the iron bars. In the back of her mind she still couldn't believe how great of an actress she was and it still kind of gave her a proud feeling. Meanwhile back at home Anna's mother tried to open the door to Anna's bedroom, failing more than once. After a while it began to raise concern, when she called for her daughter but got no response. In a last and desperate attempt to get into the room Anna's mother got a guard to come and get the door open. He did. Surprisingly without bashing it inward.

Channing gasped inwardly in suprisment. Though he did it quietly so she wouldn't know it. He simply stood and stared at her for a moment before taking his forearm and pushing the glass away in a quick movement. When it went crashing to the floor he grabbed her by the arms and bent them back, turning her around and pushing her down so she was kneeling. "If you ever try that again, I will kill you." He said in a stiff way before shoving her onto the ground and leaving. He was in no mood to tolerate her any longer and she was beginning to work on his last nerves. Channing locked the cell door again and left, back into the room with the other men.