After a while, her breathing had pretty much returned to normal. Of course, it still hitched every now and then, but it was definitely a lot better. She felt sick still, and she felt so weak, both physically and mentally, but was all so much better. She was shaking just a little, but it did get better when he wrapped his arm around her. She thought nothing of it, but the comforting touch, the stability it gave her, defiantly helped. "I know," she finally breathed before shaking her head. The yelling had gotten louder by now... and there was at least one gunshot every few seconds. This seemed almost... worse than it had when it'd first happened. The girl kind of rested her head on his shoulder, only lightly so that he could move if anything happened, but enough so that she wasn't completely holding herself up... even that seemed like a huge task. "I'm... sorry," she trailed off after a moment before patting the hand around on her other shoulder. "You don't need to be here, you know. I'm sure the doctor, or... someone needs you," she told him after a brief moment. She was great full he was here, of course she was, but she didn't expect this was particularly pleasant for the boy.

Sage smiled softly when the girl rested her head on his shoulder. The gesture meant she was comfortable, and grateful for the fact that he was there. He pursed his lips when the girl apologized and shook his head. "I'd rather be here than running around in all the chaos," he murmured. "If I didn't know you were safe I'd be running around into who knows what kind of danger," he hummed in a rather amused tone of voice. Really, if he wasn't sitting here with Anya, and making sure she was alright, then he'd probably have gotten himself hurt already, and would have been in the middle of the fight, even though he wasn't exactly strong quite yet.

Anya gave a slight nod to the boy, giving him a very slight smile. "You don't need to worry about me so much," she murmured quietly. "As you said, I'm in one of the safest rooms in the castle." She was trying to make herself feel better about this... but the noise was getting louder and louder as time went on. The two were silent for a little while... maybe about ten minutes before there was banging at the door again... only, this wasn't knocking, but rather, kicking.... everything was so close now. It was light out, and she could only hope that Luther and Att were okay... she knew he'd protect the boy, but he couldn't do that if he was dead, now could he? She looked back to Sage when the banging got louder, more forceful. They weren't going away... not now. She was scared to talk, though... scared to give any indication that they were actually in there... though, it seemed like these people would get in whether they were in there or not.

Sage tightened his hold on the girl, standing up and moving her towards the end of the room farthest from both the door and the window, keeping a wary eye on both of them. He tightened his hold on the knife, too, standing so that when these people did get in, they'd have to get through him to get to Anya. It didn't take long for the people to burst through the door...rebels and rival kingdom alike. He realized with a sinking feeling that he'd been right....the rebels were in league with this other kingdom. He parried the first few hits that fell, though he wasn't nearly fit enough to fight so many people, and the crowd of them overwhelmed him almost instantly. He went on fighting on the ground...biting, scratching, kicking, but eventually they had his hands tied behind his back and a sword pointed at his neck. There wasn't much he could do, and he'd exhausted himself by then, so he just sat there, panting and glaring at everyone, occasionally cursing at someone who was too rough. They had Anya bound, too, and shoved her over to sit down by Sage. He supposed they wanted him on his knees...so he moved to sit cross legged on the floor, and noted with satisfaction the flare of anger and annoyance in their eyes.

Anya sat on the floor as instructed once she'd been bound... and really, she hadn't put up much of a fight. Not the way Sage had. She was probably fitter to put up a fight than he was, but she simply didn't have it in her. She'd tried, at one point, when something similar had happened, but the most she could do was slip away and run until they'd forgotten about her. She couldn't even do that now. She felt awful... she really did. Sage didn't need to be there, and she'd even told him to go. She wasn't sure what they were doing... hell, she knew why, but not what. At this point, her mouth had filled with blood. Not because she'd been hurt, but because the clenching on the inside of her mouth had only gotten tighter. Really, all she could do was sit on the floor and pity herself. She wondered if they'd done the same to Luther... or if he'd managed to get Att somewhere safe... well, safer than the castle was right then.

Sage glanced over at Anya when she settled down next to him, and when he noticed they'd been just as rough with her as they had with him, his eyes flared again and a low growl came out of his throat. The man holding the sword to his throat loosened his hold before tightening it, and then men around him hastily backed up a step when they caught his gaze, though they quickly realized he couldn't do much so they reformed their circle. The two men who seemed to be in charge of the group whispered in the corner, before one crouched down in front of the two of them. "You're going to come with us, without a fuss, and we won't kill you," he told them. Sage scowled and headbutted the man's nose in response, which resulted in the man raising his sword and striking sage with the hilt hard enough to knock the breath out of him. He was trying not to let them know, but the glint of satisfaction the men had in their eyes told him they were well aware of what they were causing him. It was annoying, but not much else. Though, when they grabbed the teens and dragged them off, shielding their eyes as they went, sage admittedly had no idea what to do. And since he couldn't see, he couldn't tell where Anya was, or what was happening. That was the worst part...where was Anya and what was happening?

Anya's breathing had admittedly gotten worse again as this all started up... she was scared for Sage, more than anything. He wasn't helping himself at all. The more he acted out, the harder he fought the men, and the worse it was going to get, not just for him, but for both of them. She was being compliant, or as compliant as she could be, given everything that was going on. A man had grabbed the rope between her hands and pulled her up before dragging her off to... well, she didn't know. The man had covered her eyes, and she really couldn't see. By now, her breathing had gotten worse again, in what had come to become a type of panic attack... and it didn't help her matter. She was just getting herself more and more worked up as time went on. After about two minutes, she could feel a heavy wind blowing across her face... it was cold, now, too, so they must have been outside. She assumed so, anyway. She couldn't see Sage... couldn't hear him. And that just made this so much worse. She felt alone, and she was defenceless in that situation.

Sage wriggled around as he was dragged around, and eventually they just set him down on his feet and dragged him along that way. He kept tripping and stumbling, but never actually fell over since theyd yank him roughly forward whenever he tripped. He was exhausted after a while, but kept walking, since he wasn't sure what would happen if he sat down. He figured out soon enough though, when his legs buckled. He felt a boot hit his side, knocking the breath out of him (well, what little breath ha had, anyway), and then pick him up roughly again while he wheezed. Eventually, they shoved him into a dark room, and chained him to something, a chain on each wrist attaching to what he could only guess as a wall. He preferred the hands tied together, but he couldn't really argue now. When they took the hood off, he saw Anya in the room, along with some of the men, and took the opportunity to kick one of them in the shin. The smack he received in response wasn't very wonderful to feel, but the glow of pride he felt for still being stubborn enough to fight made it mostly worth it.

At some point, Anya must have passed out. It was likely due to a lack of air, but it was also a good thing... if she kept on going the way she had, she'd probably have completely shut down. It wasn't like she'd been trying to put up a fight or anything, but she still felt exhausted. It probably hadn't helped that she'd been chained up... she was on her feet when she finally came to. Her knees hurt, and there was swelling on her arms. Most likely from where she'd been dragged when they first set off. The room was dark and smelled damp, but the wall she was tied to was brick... and it was cold. There were a couple of men in the room, just standing there, watching... she could hear them, but there was still a hood over her head, so she couldn't see them. She moved ever so slightly, and let out a slight groan as she tried to figure out exactly what had happened. This caught their attention, and one of them came over and pulled the hood from her head. She still couldn't quite see... but her vision was better. Good enough vision to see a huge grin appear in front of her. One that seemed full of malice. "Morning, princess," she heard, though it seemed to be coming from the other side of the room... no, that couldn't be right. She could see whoever was in front of her talking. She didn't reply though... she couldn't, but if she could, then she didn't think she would. There was nothing to say, not really. She just kind of dropped her head, though she felt a hand on her chin pulling it back up. "Shy, are we?" The voice seemed to be centring again... coming closer. She tried to shake her head, but it wasn't working very well. "Well, not to worry. You're gonna get very used to us," the grin came back again, and it frankly scared her... and she didn't know what that meant. She couldn't process it if she tried. When the man didn't get another reply, he patted her cheek as though she was a child before wandering off to stand by the door again.

Sage jerked his head around when he heard Anya move about. He'd guessed that the girl had panicked and passed out, and was glad to see her awake. Well, mostly. If she stayed unconscious, things would probably work out better for her...but at least if she was waking up it meant she was alright. He snarled when the men started taunting the girl, though....he knew exactly what they meant, and they'd told him more or less the same thing. Well, except for the fact that it was their daughters who he'd be 'getting to know'. He definitely didn't want Anya to... experience that, and while it wasn't pleasant for him, at all, he'd much rather he take it all on than Anya. But of course, that wasn't possible in this situation. So, hed just have to settle for practically spitting out "don't talk to her like that," along with some pretty creative cursing to get his point across. He'd already thrashed around enough to rub his wrists raw, but that didn't stop him from leaning forward as much as he could while he spoke, wanting more than anything to take the kitchen knife he still held and stab all of these men with it. But, he couldn't reach his pants waistband, so he could reach the knife. And, obviously, couldn't attack anyone. Or protect anyone, as much as he wanted to.