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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 2:31:03 GMT 10
"Its a time of turmoil dear... I wish it wasn't like this, so you could marry for love,"
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 2:34:45 GMT 10
"Love..." the very word rolled around in his head. "Yes well, love is not something that seems in large supply around here. Now if you'll excuse me, since war seems to be my new kingdom to rule over, I should see what we have gained."
Without another word he left the room, and headed straight for the one place where he still had a say. The harem quarters where at lest 15 young women awaited him and all to his taste.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 2:37:32 GMT 10
"Don't be too long dear, they're riding out today to meet you, I want them to see the perfect prince you are," she said,kisisng his cheek
"Good morning sire, what be your fancy this fine day?" His manservant asked, having come to his side once he'd departed his mothers company, the Queen having never liked the strange man who served her son
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 2:46:53 GMT 10
Perfect prince ha....he was anything but perfect. There were some who would claim he was damaged goods and who was he to say otherwise when he knew deep down it was true. The desires he had, the nightmares...the way he thought....about certain things. Still, to this remark he kept his mouth closed instead forcing his mind to more pleasant things like:
"I think you know my fancy by now, though that shall have to wait. Seems I've been put in charge of the war and it's spoils. So, send for the gaurds and tell them to show me what we have gained."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 2:48:49 GMT 10
"Your moods do demand different level of girls sire... Ah yes, your blushing bride is on her way today... I'll got get the wedding gifts from our defeated foes and have them brought to you sire,"
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 2:53:48 GMT 10
"Do not speak of that women again, lest til she gets here, I am yet still a free man and therefore will enjoy my remaining time"
Pushed, pulled Emma found herself fitted into a strange form of attire. The fabric soft, air like but also see through to which she had put up a fight, only to loose the chains pulled tighter along with a few hard hands.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 3:01:44 GMT 10
"Of course sire, a thousand apologise" he said, ringing the bell
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 3:05:19 GMT 10
Upon it's echo through this part of the palace the guards quickly took hold of the young women. She would be the last thing they showed to the prince from the new world. Gem's, treasures and other sorts of spoils going first. It was only after all these things were laid at his feet that they forced Emma into the room and before him.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 3:17:42 GMT 10
"Exotic gifts from beyond our lands, sire"
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 3:22:22 GMT 10
With her head forced down, Emma did not see this person they called 'sire' instead could only feel his eyes upon her, a skill she had come to master over the time of her capture. The one up side to her forced kneel was that he couldn't truly see her either.
Her long brown hair hand like a certain around her face her legs covering the private parts of her body that the clothes did everything to reveal.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 3:35:12 GMT 10
"Mmm have her brought to my bed
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 3:38:59 GMT 10
"Of course sire, right away."
Pulling her to her feet Emma was forced to follow the footsteeps of the prince her eyes scanning every which way looking at all the wonders around her. Still this didn't stop her from trying to cover herself a little though each time she tried her chains were pulled. It was only after coming to a large room and being forced into a bed that her eyes stopped roaming instead fixing on one spot, the door way.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 19, 2016 3:46:11 GMT 10
Christian walked through the door, smirking down at his newest prize "Leave us, though chain her to the bed"
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Post by witch on Sept 19, 2016 4:20:44 GMT 10
Her chest rose and fall with each breath as she locked eyes with him though this quickly changed as debated about how best to chain her was brought to and end and put into practice. After all, they didn't want the prince to be....hampered by clothing that couldn't be removed....not that it couldn't be torn from her body if need be.
So with her body chained down one last questioned remained.
"Will you be needing anything else sire?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Sept 20, 2016 7:20:27 GMT 10
"No, leave us..." He said, waving them off
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