Thread: Opposing Kingdoms (Maria x Gent)

The trip to the York Kingdom seemed double the length for Sophia. Her big mouth earned her freedom of walking, talking, and using her hands. The York soldiers, especially Paul, made sure she knew her place. Rude comments were constantly spat at Sophia the whole trip. She was pulled, pushed, and occasionally touched inappropriately through out the whole trip. The princess kept her promising of making the trip back to be like living hell for the men. She screamed through her gag till her throat was sore and fought against the ties on her wrist and ankles. It was clear she was successful from all the annoyed groans from the men transporting her. Sophia would never admit it, but she was terrified to reach the enemy's kingdom. The blind fold blocking her sight only made the fear worse. She had no idea what was to become of her once she reached the castle. Would she be sent to the dungeon? Would she be publicly humiliated in front of the York people? Or would she face the Prince Thomas, whom she had no clue how he react to her kidnapping. She pondered over the possible situations while she was dragged by Paul through what she believed to the castle. Her assumption was proven true as Paul removed her blindfold, tossing her to the ground on her knees. Her blinked a few times, adjusting to the dimly lighted room. It was clear she was in a royals room. All the extravagant decoration and furniture were all from lands far away from their own. Egyptian maybe? She was dazzled by all the stunning jewels hung around the room. Whoever this room belonged to had exotic taste, which she liked. She realized it was the taste of Prince Thomas himself as Paul jerked her head up by her hair to look at the Prince strolling out of the washroom. Sophia eyed Prince Thomas up and down as he slowly took steps closer to her. It had been a while since she had truly him, maybe since she was 15? Meetings in the past few months she had no focused on any York in the room, disgusted by them that she even left the room if they were in it. He had grown into his body in just the right way. She had to admit to herself, he didn't look half bad. His eyes looked over her body kneeling on the ground in a weakened state. He looked displeased which baffled Sophia. Isn't this what he wanted? Her whole body tensed up when Paul spoke, hearing the slight fear in his voice. Her baby blue eyes watched as the prince kneeled down to speak to her, untying her. His words soothing her was puzzling to Sophia. She coughed as the gag was removed, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Sophia carefully stood up and brushed off the dirt on her tattered dress and frowned. She must of looked like a mess. Her hair all knotted, dress falling apart, and her skin covered in grim from the travel. Sophia kept her face empty as Thomas spoke to her. She took the water from his hand and gulped down half of it before she spoke. Excuse me for my grubby appearance, Prince Thomas, she murmured in a slightly hoarse voice. I was not planning on being stolen away from my kingdom, treated like an slave, and being spoken to like a whore. I guess that's how York men are raised. Like rude animals with little respect. Her tone was calm and professional as she slandered the Prince's men. I can fathom the concept of why I can't be returned to my Kingdom. She sighed as she looked back at the door then back up at his face. What could we possibly discuss, Prince? The details of my imprisonment that was wrongly brought upon me? A hint of her frustration peeked through her words as she responded to him.