Thread: Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

Vinia's odd eyes, gazed up upon the Mother Confessor, nodding silently as she was asked about her name. The orphans in this kingdom, was not left to fend for themselves, but somewhat cared for at a young age, before finally left to fend for themselves at an age of ten, where they where offered a few positions, but not really ensured anything. But the orphanage didn't grant the children names. They where all nameless, until they made names up for themselves. Vinia didn't even remember how she made up her name, anymore. Most got their names from overhearing conversations between salesmen and farmers. Others got names, chosen through their deeds. To her, Vinia had just seemed natural. Her cheeks flushed lightly, besides a gentle smile, as her name was complimented. And she continued to listen, with curious expression. Apperantly, what had happened, had not been a complete accident. It had been, partly, her fault. Guilt didn't rise up inside her. But rather pride. Proud that she'd, for once, stood up for herself. Even though it had been subconsciously, and that she had consciously tried to help the tormentor in his torment. A small, almost devious grin, spread across her lips at the mention of the Prince's punishment. Her eyes gazed towards the prince outside, and her eyes where narrowed lightly. But she didn't think about him. But about the excitement of the humiliation. The excitement of being taken. But not by him. She despiced him. But she wanted to get that feeling again. But with someone she cared for. She was a grown woman now. With the same needs, as any other woman her age, who hadn't yet laid with a man. Or a woman, for that matter. The few seconds she let those thoughts roam her mind, the Confessors hand had been on one of hers, lending the Confessor this Confession, without even truly knowing it. Now, at the mention of her choice, her eyes grew a bit larger in attention, looking back and listening closely to the Confessors words. So she would be given a choice, and not simply get chained to a different lifestyle instead? Anything would, in reality, be better then the place she was now. So in truth, she didn't really have much options. But as that thought played through her mind, the Confessor continued, and explained on. Vinia's eyes grew almost glistering, as she was offered the chance of a better life, somewhere else. No one had ever really cared this much for her. She'd been a servant girl, and treated fairly, before the Prince had taken her to him. But this, was caring on a different note. She raised her wrists a bit, showing the lock of it to the Confessor, as to make it easier for her to open it. And with her wrists free, she let her hands fold in her lap again, once again ready to listen to the Confessor. But as her hands where picked up, and healed, her eyes widened in awe again, as her fingers gently clung onto the Confessors hands, as if they where unwilling to let go, now that they'd been picked up. Then, as a dress was brought to them, her mouth opened, about to protest as well, but seeing the saleswoman being scowled for protesting, Vinia decided not to. A dress? She would get to wear a real dress? It had been too tight and too short skirts for her, until now. But now she'd get to wear, a real dress. As she was offered a bathroom, she eagerly stepped inside, threw the dirty rags to the floor, and started cleaning herself. It was no wonder, that the Prince had been unable to resist her. She was a beautiful woman, indeed. A slender, yet curvy body, with long tasty legs almost always so elegantly guiding her steps and stance. But the Prince's work, had brought its pain with it. She had a few scars upon her back, and some smaller ones scattered over the rest of her body, most eye catching would probably be the two upon her breasts. Those seemingly very painful. As she finished her bath, and left wearing her new dress, she entered the other room, gazing happily towards the dinner table. She moved towards it, and made herself a small plate of different food stuffs to go with, and then sat over near the window, gazing out upon the Confessor, as her fingers elegantly led food to her lips. She wasn't feasting upon the meal, but eating rather elegantly. She hadn't exactly been starving, so had no need to. Abused, but not starved. Her eyes observed the Mother Confessor with awe. There was something about the Confessor, that called upon the young woman. So wise and powerful. She was hoping to become so herself, one day. And what better way to do so, than accepting the Mother Confessors offer? That, would also get her close to the Mother Confessor. And she did feel safe, and warm, in her presence. As The Mother Confessor reentered the room, Vinia turned around where she say, her legs curled together to her side upon the bench. She smiled lightly at the mention of the King, and shook her head a few times. He.. He's really a decent man. He's just.. Well. A little slow, on the observation. And.. The Prince was.. Was really well manipulative. She gulped a bit, sinking another piece of bread and meat, tilting her head as Arianna started explaining a few places she'd found. But with the second thing explained, Vinia shook her head a few times, and let her voice speak, to cut off the Confessor. Again, probably not something the Mother was used to. I.. I've.. Made up my mind already.. Mother Conf.. I mean. Lady Arianna. I.. Want to come with you.. I want to become, what you are. A.. A Confessor. I want to become a voice of justice, and.. Follow you. She explained, smiling lightly as she took another nip from her bread, gulping it down together with a nervous feeling, as her eyes dropped a bit in respect. She realized that she'd cut off the Confessor, and wasn't exactly proud about that. In reality, a bit excited how the Confessor would act upon this. Excited to test boundaries. The little girl, eager to tease, showing in her thoughts, but not her expression, as she took another bite of her bread.