The Rings Deception Claiming The Ring

Lost Among Rouge's

Chapter 3: kidn*pped!!

Jeff lifted his head; he was making tea for himself around 4 am in the morning when he heard footsteps. He was not a warrior, but always kept a dagger in his pants. "Who's there?" he yelled, but got no response. His toes felt the cold floor, and he moved forward slowly. The dagger shivered in his hands. "I don't think this is a good idea," Jeff could hear them whisper; his ears were very special – they could hear accurately even when the speaker was miles away. "Be careful, he has a loyal servant." Who was that? Jeff thought to himself.

Jeff's fingers tap-danced on the orange walls; he needed to camouflage. He had tiptoed all the way to Prince Anderson's room; he would be safe there. He knocked countless times but got no invitation to come in. Meanwhile, in Prince Anderson's room, a bunch of men had entered through the window and drugged him. Placing him on their shoulders, they disappeared.

Prince Anderson's door opened widely as Jeff kicked it, falling down also. He saw a note on the prince's bed. "Find him if you can." Jeff took the paper and ran towards the king's room. He bumped into Terry. "You look tense, young man," Terry said with a mischievous look on his face. "Here, have some water." Jeff was under so much pressure; he didn't have time for this. He tried to walk away when Terry held his arm. "Do you think you can disobey me because I am not your master or the crowned prince?" Jeff took the water and drank it hurriedly. After a few steps forward, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Terry carried him to his room and took the paper back to Prince Anderson's room. Terry grinned; he was the first son, but the king chose the second son to be crowned prince simply because he was illegitimate. He would prove to the king and the people just how worthy he is now.

The next morning, Princess Aria's father decided to pay his son-in-law a visit. He had heard of how handsome the prince was and wanted to see for himself. With Aria by his side, they walked with their heads held high into the palace. Aria's purple outfit made Terry smile; he was immediately attracted to her.

"Welcome, my lady," Terry took her palm and kissed it. Aria looked at him, her eyes filled with disgust. She was not a fan of men or romance. Terry felt the sting of her slap on his face, and his cheeks burned. The servants tried their best to suppress their laughter.

"I am your brother's future wife; have some shame," Princess Aria spat unapologetically. Michael immediately tried to take charge of the situation; Terry was still in a daze, not believing what just happened. "It was only a friendly gesture, Your Highness; he meant no harm," Michael explained. The princess nodded. She only agreed to accompany her father because her spy was here; she needed updates on how things were going.

"Where's my husband?" Princess Aria demanded. "That lazy bones should still be in his room," Michael said and showed her the way. The princess and her father followed Michael, while Terry was left alone. Michael opened the door, only to find the room and bed empty, a paper on the floor. "Find him if you can." Michael threw the paper away and stormed out. "If this is a prank, I'm telling you to drop the act, you piece of scum." Michael yelled.

Terry touched his cheek and went into the palace. "So, this is how safe Eryndor is. Some people can just casually come in here and take away your future king – from right under your nose." Michael ignored her and went to inform the king and his uncle. Terry sat and waited for the right moment to execute step 2 of his plan.

"Where is that useless servant of his?" Terry asked cunningly. Michael paused in his steps and turned around swiftly, making his way to Jeff's room. He had so much explaining to do. "Jeff!" Michael screamed, his words accompanied by a thunderous slap. "What happened?" Jeff asked, still recovering from the heavy drugs Terry laced his water with.

Michael asked him why he was sleeping in his room; it seemed Prince Anderson had made him so comfortable that he had become extremely lazy. "Are you even aware that your master has been kidn*pped?" Then it all came back to him – Terry, the glass of water; it all made sense now. "I swear it's not what it looks like; I was on my way to the king. I don't know how I got here. All this was his doing," Jeff pointed at Terry.

Michael held his head. How could he accuse Terry of k********g? That accusation could cost him his life. "Listen, I'm very sure he is just tired and under so much pressure," Terry said, trying to be the hero. "But this is not the time for this; we need to go look for him. As the Knight of Eryndor, this is my duty." Princess Aria could feel the arrogance in his voice; all the brothers were the same, except Michael – the others were proud bitches.

"The Prince is what?" Prince Anderson's uncle screamed, his voice echoed, and it broke in two after his angry fist punched it. He was outside playing chess with the king; the king had suggested that they patch things up for Anderson's sake. Princess Aria was wondering why the old man was reacting even more than the king was.

"You!" Prince Anderson's uncle lashed out at Jeff. "Where were you when all this happened? You don't deserve to walk freely. Until the prince is found, you will remain under house arrest; you will not step foot out of this palace." The king nodded, seconding and supporting his brother's words.

"And who gave you the right to make such decisions? He will be part of the search party. I don't care if you approve or not," the prince's uncle clenched his fists; how dare she, a mere woman, challenge his decree. After her marriage, he would show her where she truly belonged.

_PRINCE ANDERSON_

"Where am I?" the prince asked; he shook his head, but the chains held him in place. The darkness surrounding him could be felt; for the first time, he felt something he never thought he would – fear. "Finally, you're awake. I was beginning to get bored. What should we do with him?" a goon asked.

"Careful; the master said do not touch even a hair on his head – his words, not mine," the other goon spat on the floor. "I am no one's lap dog; now watch me.” The goon said..