Charming doesn't find record of the date, but what he does discover during his search is the cacophony of distressed noise through the chambers of their home. Clad in nothing but his bedclothes, he heads for the noise, determined enough to begin to run. "Hey!" he shouts at the guards in their unmistakable finery of the queen. "You have no jurisdiction in this place."
"Take it up with the Queen," one of the guards' suggested and Charming's eyes widened when he saw who it was they had in their grasp.
"Anne," he said. "Let her go!" he demands, even as he stands aware of the odds against him. Maybe if he had a bow in hand, but a sword can only do so much damage and he is weak from not having practiced in recent days. Still, he refuses to let her go without a fight, charging with sword at the ready.
Two stay to defend their ground, but the rest continue onwards and fight as Charming might, the cowardice of running makes this an incredible uneven fight. Two bodies crumple to the ground at the end of his sword, but by that time, Anne and her kidnappers must be far gone, by then. He sighs and descends to a knee, wracked with the grief of defeat.
And on this level, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the slightest of movements. Charming quickly sheaths his blade and scrambles to the bedroom, on his stomach as he reaches both hands out to him. "Matthew? Do you remember me? I work with your mother with the sheep. Would you like to come out, now that it's safe?" It's a relative term, but he wants to get everyone dressed and after the Queen. It seems they cannot escape her, no matter where they go.
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"Take it up with the Queen," one of the guards' suggested and Charming's eyes widened when he saw who it was they had in their grasp.
"Anne," he said. "Let her go!" he demands, even as he stands aware of the odds against him. Maybe if he had a bow in hand, but a sword can only do so much damage and he is weak from not having practiced in recent days. Still, he refuses to let her go without a fight, charging with sword at the ready.
Two stay to defend their ground, but the rest continue onwards and fight as Charming might, the cowardice of running makes this an incredible uneven fight. Two bodies crumple to the ground at the end of his sword, but by that time, Anne and her kidnappers must be far gone, by then. He sighs and descends to a knee, wracked with the grief of defeat.
And on this level, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the slightest of movements. Charming quickly sheaths his blade and scrambles to the bedroom, on his stomach as he reaches both hands out to him. "Matthew? Do you remember me? I work with your mother with the sheep. Would you like to come out, now that it's safe?" It's a relative term, but he wants to get everyone dressed and after the Queen. It seems they cannot escape her, no matter where they go.