Soldier On The Run | Jacob & Clotaire
Clotaire along with the rest of his unit had been on the road for but a few days now, traveling the French countryside in order to arrive safely at one of the country's bases. The French base was nestled secretly and safely near a great kingdom that had ruled over all the other provinces for some time including Clotaire's fathers property. Clotaire knew the King and Queen's son Jacob personally from child hood being they were about the same social class, their fathers both had taken a commoner for a wife and duchess or Queen, and their families had certainly been doing business with one another for quiet some time now.
It was an incredibly stormy night when action on the battle field was taking place. Rain, wind, and hail came down from the skies hard and terrible as both English and French soldiers fought to the death in the muddy terrain. Clotaire was trying his best to hold his own as he dodged many enemy soldiers coming at him in the open field. He found himself face planting in the mud every now and then as he tripped over fallen dead bodies. He was scared for his life as he tried to make it through just this one battle especially in this rain. Clotaire before he knew it felt something sharp and painful stab him in the side. He yelled in pain holding his side then as he finished his opponent off with a struggle.
Clotaire was bleeding badly now at his side to a point where all he could do was crawl away from the terrible scene to avoid getting killed. Eventually he found himself away from the battlefield as canons being fired could still be heard from where he was now crawling. He knew he just need somewhere safe to go just so at least he can fix his gaping wound. It was like a sign from god when suddenly the young soldier peered up and his eyes met a massive towering stone castle not so far away in the distance. "Jacob..." He breathed as he continued to crawl hoping the fellow royal family could at least help him for the time being in his predicament, and perhaps allow him to hide out there for at least the night.
As fast as he could Clotaire arrived up to the steps of the castle now walking with a bad limp which he managed to do for a little. Wincing as he held his side he managed to slam the door knockers a few times on the main door of the place, but much to his dismay there was no answer. Clotaire thought for a moment as he gazed up at a window not so far from the main door. The young Prince began to climb then letting go of his wound as he used his legs to scale himself up, using some of the outward bricks and statues that clung to the outside architecture of the castle itself. Thankfully he was able to break through and fall lazily through the first window he came up to. There he saw the fellow French Prince as he thought he couldn't be anymore happier to see him.
"Jacob!" He said breathlessly collapsing on the floor as he could feel himself bleeding on the marbled floor beneath him "I need your help!" Clotaire pretty much gasped hoping his old friend would recognize him despite the caked on mud and dirt that was all over his face, clothes, and hair.
