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Post by witch on Sept 18, 2016 12:44:01 GMT 10
The war between the two lands had been going on for years, so long that no one could truly seem to remember the course of it, save the few that had mastered their roles, knew what they were fighting for and....had somehow managed to keep their heads. It was these few people who held the lives of others in their hands one such life being that of young ladies or 'spoils of war' as they called them, though 'spoils' was a term that these girls were only just starting to know.
Emma was one such girl only just sixteen now in chains, beaten, blooded and having no real idea what was to become of her. Her flat belly churned not just from the everlasting sickness that spread throughout the ship but also from the unknown of what lay ahead....what lay in this new land.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 18, 2016 12:48:29 GMT 10
Just beyond the land of turmoil lay a large and growing tribe, within the largest and central hut sat the only surviving heir, Christine, was being prepared for her journey to where she was to live with her betrothed till their marriage and ever more
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Post by witch on Sept 18, 2016 12:57:08 GMT 10
Such was life so it would seem, ready to spin on a dim and for the females that remained even more so.
Finally, after what seemed like years (though it had been more of a month or two) the ship docked in this 'new' land. New for some though old in others, the culture never seeming to change though that could be seen as the result of the royals.
Outside of the castle rumour spread, though in truth no one really knew what lay behind the high walls. The screams coming from within only to be guessed at. All that anyone REALLY knew was that young women seemed to come and go save for a few choosen few that were never seen or heard from again. Was this to be the fate of this tribal girl?
It was rumoured that one of the princes was to marry though which one....no one could guess and to whom? THAT was the main question.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 18, 2016 13:03:31 GMT 10
Christine was dressed in a way which was appealing to the male of her future husbands land, her breasts pushed up, more exposed, her gown split to show her legs as she walked, her hair done down her back
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Post by witch on Sept 18, 2016 13:13:36 GMT 10
Both females were being lead to their new home though in two very different ways. One it seemed went freely, guards simply along for the ride to make sure that this new 'prize' arrived safely. The second....chained, whipped, pulled and pushed having no other choice less she wanted to die in what would be a manner far worse than those of the dead bodies that remained of her homeland.
"GET A MOVE ON, WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, HIS LORDSHIP WILL WANT TO SEE WHAT PRIZES HIS VENTURE HAS GAINED."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 18, 2016 13:17:58 GMT 10
"Christian, come dear, the tribal people will be here with her soon,"
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Post by witch on Sept 18, 2016 13:25:28 GMT 10
"Tribal people?" The young prince questioned turning his noise up at the very thought, though this of course, wasn't the only reason.
For some time now he had heard the tales of his appending boom, to woo, wed and bed this so called princess his life over before it even began. He had never meet the girl that was to be his wife but already he hated her. Why couldn't he choose his own bride like his older brother...not that, that seemed likly for the oldest royal son never held onto a girl for more than a day so it would seem and that didn't seem likely to change.
"Well, now what have we here?" asked the slave master upon seeing the new girl. "Not much to look at is she?"
Of course, who was to tell what wonders lay behind the marking of a slave?
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 1:27:47 GMT 10
"Yes, though they're not savages dear, quite civilised really... You've been given the portrait of your lady wife to be, haven't you dear?"
Christine climbed onto the back of her huge mare, no saddle beneath her nor reigns to hold onto, as their people did not need such things when they rode
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 1:32:03 GMT 10
"No" he said simply saying nothing more, keeping his thoughts to himself after all his mother's words COULD be debated.
"Hmm maybe not" another guard answered the first looking down at the scrape of a girl "Still they saved her for a reason, must be something to her."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 1:39:54 GMT 10
"I'm sure I had it given to you... She's unmissable... Her family all look very... Similar. Every woman has golden hair they never seem to cut, skin so pale it is concerning... Just makes their eyes and lips more prominant with their shades... Also their powers..."
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 1:46:02 GMT 10
"powers?" the one word filling the room and blondes....he didn't like blondes, he liked the hair of raven darkness but...hair could be fixed, over looked if need be.
"Best get her to the keeper, maybe she can work out the reason" he pulled the girl close looking her in the eye. "As I said there maybe more to her then meets the eye."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 1:52:51 GMT 10
"Yes, the stories of the females of the tribe... They are seemingly telepathic..." She said, looking out the window
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 2:01:33 GMT 10
"Right and I'm meant to believe that, is that the reason you're forcing my hand in this?" he questioned, the most he had said all day. "I mean isn't Elliot next in line for the thorn, what of his marriage? No one seems to care about that steed he's of beflowering any female he can get his hands on."
Which was just what he was doing...or on his way to doing just as Emma was being pulled in.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 2:10:01 GMT 10
"Your brother is not fit to become King, dear, you are. You've shown that time and time again. As for the marriage... It's for the best, her peoples fighters are some of the most powerful, they never stop"
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 2:19:26 GMT 10
"And that's the excuse so when I'm asked why I married I say it was the best move for our next war? Who says I want to be king hmm" he shook his head. "Besides didn't we just win a war? Speaking of which, aren't the guards bringing in the spoils of it?"
Being pushed to her knees Emma found her chains suddenly handed to someone else. An older women, one that seemed to have a hard look about her face, one that...stood out and made her shiver.
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