A/N: Hey guys, guess who's updating? Oh my god, look at her fic. Ok that was bad, but here's another update! Okay some context: tw: attempted rape and violence but you know it's rated M for a reason. If that's triggering please don't read. Okay onto the chapter.

Sam hadn't slept for days now. The walk back to his homeland not even phasing him. He seemed obessed with trying to get there to make sure she was safe. Trying to make sure that no harm had come to the woman he loved the most. He couldn't deny it any longer, he loved her.

They stopped in the woods close to the kingdom, although Samuel did not want too, Quinn had noticed his body looking ready to give out on him. They got a fire going and Samuel would just stare at it, he wouldn't say a word to Quinn or Rachel. The young prince was too focused. Too intent on trying to think of a plan. His father was going to try and kill him, no doubt about it. But somehow Samuel just needed to find a way where they all stayed alive. That was seemed unattainable right now though.

"Samuel. Eat." Quinn practically pushed the bowl in his hands, smiling softly at him. "You'll make yourself sick, and then what? How will you be able to save your precious Mercedes, if your legs give out during battle?" Samuel had to admit that she was right, he picked up the bowl and sipped his food, slowly. His mind was racing, every bad thought clouded his judgment, made him believe that no matter what he could do, the lady Mercedes would die, all because of him.

"Your eyes are full of worry, and by the looks of it the burden on your heart is just as heavy. Tell me, brother, how do you plan on saving her?" Quinn was scared as well, that's why she asked. She would fight for Samuel any day, but this time would be different than the others. This time she would be fighting the man who made her. Her own blood. "What do you know about it?" Samuel grumbled, standing up.

"You say my eyes are full of worry, that my heart is burdened beyond repair, but you not of how i truly feel inside. I feel as though i am at a loss, scorned. I feel as though no matter what i try to do i will fail her. Tis' not enough to say my heart is burdened because it is beyond that. I look into the fire and i see it reflecting in my eyes, i see the hatred i have for a man i once loved, i see and seek revenge. At what cost though? MINE. My own, my life, and hers. My love and hers and i cannot, i shant be dealing with this but i am, because that's what love is, sister. You ask me how do i plan on saving her and i tell you i know not. Cause it is true. I have no plan. All i know is this, tomorrow i walk in my kingdom and i save her. No matter what."

"Samuel..." Quinn began to say, but Sam just stormed off into the night, his heart full of love and his eyes ignited by fire.

The shackles were tight. Her clothes were dirty, and her day of reckoning coming soon. Mercedes could see out of the corner of her eye, the beauty that was the night sky. It was probably the last one she would ever see. They wouldn't let her bathe, she had no food, and her lips were dry as an empty, cold, waterless desert. She tried to hold it together and stay strong but she couldn't. She cried off and on for a long while, the darkness of Dwight's cell making her feel lonely. The princess played what happened in her mind over and over again. Finnegan was dead, Sam probably was too. There was nothing left for her now. She would die knowing that.

As she thought upon her impending death she heard a voice in the distance, it was laughing at her. It was Dwight. The click of his boots could be heard as he came face to face with her. "Hello. Mistress." Dwight says, moving in the cell. He told the guards to leave with the wave of his large hand. They left quickly, and soon there was no sound in the cells. Dwight crept towards her. Click. Was the sounds his boots made. Clack. She could finally see some of his face, shining in the moonlight. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Then the sound stopped, he was standing before her, smiling like a lunatic.

"I once told you, that i would have my way with you, and although my son thwarted my plans at first, now it seems as though there is no one who can save you now." Mercedes should've been scared but she wasn't. She feared no man. Especially not a coward like Dwight.

She said nothing, he wasn't going to get a rise out of her. "What's this, princess?... Cat caught your flithy tongue?" Dwight ripped open her dress with his bare hands, smirking as he came in contact with her bare breasts. "Tell me... my son, did he touch you here?" Dwight cupped her breasts and squeezes, laughing maniacally. "Did he ponder down your nile, and get to sail through the fresh waters?" He almost violently cupped her sex, and before Mercedes could cry, Dwight felt something hit his back.

"You unhand her at once." It was Samuel. He looked over at Mercedes and quickly tried to break the chains that constricted her. Before he could finish, Dwight came, grabbing him by the back of his neck. He brought him down to the dirty ground hard, taking his boot and smashing it in his son's face. Samuel's nose bled, but he got back up, spearing his father into the wall. The two men went blow by blow before Samuel got the upper hand, kicking his father in the stomach. "Do you see this father?! Tis is madness! Not how you rule a kingdom!"

Samuel went over and helped Mercedes out of her shackles, Mercedes pushing him away so she could cry in the corner. Samuel watched her for a second, then looked over to his father who was in the corner, trying to get up.

Rage filled through Samuel and he grabbed his knife charging at his father. He jumped on him, holding the dagger to his throat. "Let us be free. Please." He begged, "Let us be!" Sam cried, tears staining his eyes as he realized what needed to happen, he needed to kill his father. He raised the dagger but Dwight stopped his hand yelling, "WAIT!"

Samuel stopped, looking down at his father, panting heavily. "You know if you slay me the people my kingdom will not rest until you are dead. But Samuel, my son... I have a proposal for thee."

Samuel pushed the dagger near his father's throat, "What could you possibly offer that would atone for what you have done?" Dwight gasped for air, pushing the kinfe away from his throat a bit.

"I will let it all go, the betrayal, i will even give the lady Mercedes a place at court, if and only if, you promise to come back. There will be no recompense. This is my offer to you. Or, dear son you can kill me now, then spend your days hiding, trying to keep her safe from bandits, and mercenaries. All of which will gladly kill in my name."

Samuel thought about what his father said, about how right he was. It was true, they would spend their lives running, there would be no peace. Not in many years to come. But going back to Dwight would that truly be the best thing? Or would it be like choosing the lesser of two evils?

"If i do this, come back to court, you promise to leave us be?" Dwight nodded, "I will."

Samuel looked at Mercedes, walking over to her, picking her up to walk out. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes. Samuel stopped for a second to look back at his father, "I accept." He answered, before leaving with Mercedes in his arms.

A/N: What happens now that samcedes are back in the kingdom? Also Emilia is back next chapter. Remember it's always darkest before dawn. Peace, love, and Roman Reigns. - Melle