Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Though she had not been looking at him as she tried to correct her clothing this changed when he answered her calling her his prisoner and his plaything. Isabels gaze did then shift to look at him and if looks were able to kill then Conrad would have dropped dead where he stood. All she wished to do were to walk over to him and slap that smirk from his face though she refrained from doing so. Her belly was still tender from him driving his fist into it after her earlier attempt at making a stand. She may have been many things but she was not foolish. When he spoke of her striving not to become tiresome to him a cold shiver ran down her spine. Even without saying such she knew any hope of him finding another man to marry her off to when he tired of her was not something he was even considering. He would leave her and their child to fend for themselves and in truth where would she then go now he had not only lay claim to Denvorn lands but to the castle in which she had lived for the past fourteen years? Isabel wasnt even sure her father would let her into his home again if she had in tow with her, her bastard child. She did not speak to him further she just continued to look at him with hate as he blew her a kiss and informed her in his way that once winter came things would only grow worse for her if she failed to comply with his intentions. Once he had left her chambers she moved to the door and listened as he walked away, she then rushed to the window and watched as he mounted his horse and rode out of the courtyard and away into the distance. Isabel again moved over to the door and flung it open calling for one of the female servants only to find there were two guards one either side of her door. It was too much for the young women who had lost her treasures and her life in one day and she again sank to the floor sobbing. Her hand maidens were still loyal to her and upon seeing her state had tended to her. They removed her gown and the rest of her clothing and bathed her before dressing her in a nightgown and putting her to bed. Though she was clearly exhausted she was unable even to find peace in sleep for she tossed and turned fretfully as images of her now dead husband and children floated through her mind. Those still loyal to her grew concerned when she awoke screaming several times, trying to calm her with words which in truth were not true. How would everything be alright ever again? As the days passed she had little time to think of anything else but her loss and her plight. Isabel was unable to leave the castle grounds, she could only walk in the garden with the two guards from outside her chambers in attendance which made her feel even more like a prisoner than if she remained inside. Long hours during the days and even longer hours of the nights tormented her already troubled mind. She was fearful that she was already pregnant with his child knowing how easy she had fallen with her two sons albeit she had been a mere girl at the time. Maybe now she was older and how long it had been since she had lain fully with her husband things would have changed. Though maybe she was simply trying to fool herself than actually believing it. Once the fifth day had dawned she had indeed had too much time alone to dwell on her current state and of her future, terrified that she would become un-married women with a child. Her family would be shamed as would she as well as what would become of them both if he tired of her. Isabel knew only how to be a lady and a duchess with wealth and stature always before her. She simply had no possible notion how she could survive if he tossed her out into the street. The many hours she had been left to think over the days had bought her to a decision though it was not one she wished to come to she knew she had no other choice. Isabel heard the sound of horses riding into the courtyard once again and she heard the cheers from the many guards he had left at the castle and she knew the day she had dreaded but desperately needed had come. He had returned. She was in her chambers when his heavy footsteps drew closer to the door, her heart was thumping against her chest and she felt rather sick as the door opened and he stood within it. This time his attire was of a duke and not a murderer and she found herself grateful for small mercies. Her own attire consisted of a gown of black satin suitable for her to mourn her tragic loss. She lifted her gaze to meet his as he entered and closed the door his smirk very un-becoming as he looked at her in return. Hoping he wouldnt wish to lay with her so soon upon his return her heart sank when she soon found out she was quite mistaken. Very slowly she stood up and without a single word to him walked through into her bedroom where she began to un-button the many buttons of her gown. It was several minutes before enough were un-done for her to pull down the long sleeves and push the tight bodice down over her hips, letting the fullness pool around her feet as she then stepped out of it. Isabel slipped off her shoes and walked over to the bed now wearing only her stockings and bloomers and lay down upon it. Still she didnt utter a word to him.