The Princesses life was turned upside down in a simple day, what was supposed to be the day of triumph and destiny only unfolded sorrow for her. Her home was taken away from her, or maybe it was the other way around. She was no longer a Princess of Tarben, not anymore. The only thing she could remember from that painful day was the weight of the Vampire Queen over top of her, and the look in her mothers eyes as she was the last chest piece in the war. She was now a prisoner, to be kept in Hawthorne by two soldiers. She was less than fearful now, her father and mother likely fulfilling their side of the bargain. But what would come of her after that? Surely she wouldn't be freed, not yet. What was the point in keeping her here if those two damsels were to be given a choice if they wanted to come back to Hawthorne or not?
Surely Drevis was getting plowed by Wendigo, and gods new what male would try to get with the Princess of Hawthorne. She was fresh meat, surely the boys would be going all out for her. Maybe fighting even. She was untouched, unsoiled by another as far as they all knew. There was no talk of children from her, or a suitor. She was fair game. And yet, in the same predicament sat Aethelflaed. The once Princess and heir of Tarben. What was to happen to her? She sighed, whoever was to claim her was to inherit the crown when her mother and father reached the age of retirement. All she had was this crummy den she had built for her, a cozy place to sleep. But not so cozy knowing there was always one of the two, if not both of the Hawthorne royal asses outside. She had holed herself in here for quite some time, but what had really peaked her interests was the pink strand connecting her to the outside world.
She had heard of this strand, a soulmate tie. Her mother knew of it and often told tales of how her father had come between his ex mate and prisoner and her supposed soulmate. How he fought off three others in her name to have her. It was a glorious tale, but one she was glad was over. If not, she would not be here. The brown hued princess shuffled silently out of her den, peaking out to see what her captors were doing and to see if she could find whoever she was tied to . . . Well, she decided to put on a show. She trotted out, strutting with her plume curled tightly over her back to expose herself. She gave a graceful, yet revealing stretch in whatever direction they may be. If she was to be trapped here, she may as well have some fun and be a tease. Perhaps she could sleep her way to the top and find a way home. "Oh boyyyys." She cooed before sitting down gracefully with a pout. "I'm so bored. Entertain me a bit?" She smirked flirtatiously as she looked to meet one of their gazes.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Just pull the plug, yeah, I've had enough." Kin |
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