Chrome96: Yep still don't own Sable Prince in any way!

Vilof: This is the 3 part of her third sectioned Valentine special.

Chrome96: This the sectioned request from MeikoKuran999. Thanks for the requests everyone!

Chrome96: Happy Valentine from me to all my readers! Enjoy!

Pierre was forced to rest in this freezing cottage as Vilof went to hunt for (meat) the sword. He usually would chase right after the prince who had escaped as he slept but Vilof had done job securing him to spot. The doors were barricaded pretty well with bookshelf and drawers. Pierre hated how much trouble Vilof seemed to cause for him. However, he couldn't help but worry about Vilof as he sat trapped in the room. The sun had already departed from the sky, leaving the moon to dimly shine by itself in the pitch darkness which only added to Pierre's worries. The blond managed to shake off this feeling and catch up on much needed sleep. Pierre buried himself deep in the blankets seeing as it had begun to snow outside, leaving the room to a below zero temperature. What Pierre didn't realize as he fell into a blissful sleep was that people had prying eyes were about to make a profoundness mistake.
"That's him right?" One of the gruff men said in a low whisper as he tried to peer at the dark figure to make out features to no avail.

"Yeah I guess. Who cares? Where getting paid either way." The second man said as he positioned himself to break the window while trying to not slip off the slippery seal of the second floor.

"Hurry up." The third man said when he heard footsteps approaching them. The second man growled in response before opening the window with a swift kick to the glass. The small crash made Pierre wake up with a start, shooting up from the bed he could see three indistinct figure luring in the room. Pierre tried to get to his sword by the bedside but the first stranger grabbed the blond by the neck and shoving his head into a small brown sack. Pierre still attempted to flail and escape however they tied his arms and legs in rope. The third stranger picked Pierre up and threw him over his shoulder before all three of them went back from where they came.

Vilof had barley begun to walk back to the cottage he and Pierre had been staying at when he saw some figure shoving past him and quite a hurry. He growled at the figures but didn't give them a second thought before continuing his walk to the inn. It was only when he arrived in his room did Vilof see that there was a lack of an blond attendant in the room and the window was shattered with glass littering the floor. Vilof knew while Pierre was on to panic he definitely wouldn't jump through a window and leave his sword in the room. Also, to add to suspicion the glass had been shattered from the outside, Vilof observed as he looked at the height they were from the ground. Certainly not a jump that would kill you or even break a bone, only stun you for a few moments. The prince pondered calmly for a short while before remembering the guys who brushed pat him in a hurry. He hadn't thought much of the matter before but he did see some blond hair in the midst of the three guys however it belonged to the person they were carrying. Vilof cursed under his breath at the realization. He took off his necklace at set it calmly on the table as the wings and sharp teeth grew. Right after the transformation was done he laughed quite creepily to himself before grabbing his small knife and Pierre sword jumping out the broken window and running down the road where he had seen the guys go down.

"Let me go!" Pierre attempted to say though it mostly came out as muffled mumbles with the brown sack being tied around his mouth. He struggled against his binds again, only succeeding in tenderizing his skin against the harsh rope. He soon gave up and sat back in the wooden chair that they had bonded the rope to. The three guys had learned to pay him no mind as their employer starred at the blond with intensity. Pierre had glared right back at him as the guy back away and turned.

"This isn't the Prince!" The man shouted angrily before grabbing a fistful of Pierre's long golden hair. "A, this is obviously a girl." Pierre made a muffled noise of protest at that. "B, Her hair is much longer that the Prince's! And C, she's blond!" The man let go of Pierre's hair before sighing dramatically. "Well she's your problem now! Kill her and bring me the Prince like I payed you to." Pierre eyes widened at that statement and began to struggled harder at the restraints that held him down.

Vilof was starting to run out of breath and energy when he overheard shouting that caused him to halt for a moment. He heard 'Prince', 'blond' and 'kill'
and that was reason enough for him to kicked down the door of the seemingly normal home. Pierre's was still resisting the men that began to try to take him away when he saw Vilof burst in. The attendant managed to get the brown sack to fall to his neck before calling to his companion. "Lord Vilof!"

"So annoying. Why do I have to fix up your mess?" Vilof spat halfheartedly as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

"The Prince!" The man that had come back from another room shouted the sight of Vilof.

"So it was you huh? The guy I fired for spilling all the wine on me?" Vilof said with a sigh as he shook his head.

"Why you! Your unfit to be king! I'll kill you and your girlfriend right here." The man said in a fit of anger. Pierre would protest at that comment but the time seemed ill. Vilof barked a laugh before taking action and charging to cut Pierre's ropes.

"Here." Vilof said chucking Pierre his sword in a single movement. Pierre unsheathed it and strike the three strangers that had attacked him. Being nothing but pure brutes he took them down easily. He then turned to the man who had aid them. Pierre had his sword to the man's throat before putting his sword back and letting Vilof taking the finishing blow. "Why must you cause so much trouble Pierre? Oh well I'm tired. Let's go back."

"Yes, Lord Vilof." Pierre said taking his place by Vilof's side as they strode back to the cottage. "Oh and Lord Vilof?" Pierre asked somewhat nervously.
Vilof made a questioning noise in response. "Thanks for saving me." Pierre said halting in his tracks to kiss Vilof's cheek in appreciation. The prince halted for a short while as he put a hand to his cheek and flushed a light pink.

"No wonder he thought you were a girl." Vilof said coolly before walking faster, out of Pierre's eyesight.

"H-Hey! Lord Vilof!" Pierre shouted after him as he tried to pick up his speed.

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Chrome96: I'm still open to requests so keep them coming! Happy Valentine's again!