Thread: A Princess In Chains?

You can't be serious can you? Quite. Now leave. No! The deal was someone had to bring you the head of Eddard Stark and you would give them the sword. You never said it had to be a male! Miss please, just - The small male would stop talking as a dagger was pointed to his neck, a pair of cold blue eyes set on his figure soon after. I suggest you shut you're mouth and let me continue to speak. I'm a woman who likes to get her point across Astrid hissed as she looked at the small man beside her, the kings adviser, soon to be the kinds dead adviser if he didn't keep his mouth shut. Now normally the woman could never be caught in such a foul mood when getting paid. Paid for what exactly? Well, bounty hunting. Miss. Astrid Light was a bounty hunter, one of a very limited amount of female bounty hunters, and she was damn good at her job. Ever since she was thirteen years old Astrid had been hunting down men and women who had decided they were above the law. At that age it was dangerous, and a little stupid but the first time she did it she didn't to it for money, she did it for revenge. While she was out playing a man by the name of 'Clay' had barged into her home, killing her parents and stealing everything they had, leaving his calling card An upside down black cross. Once she had gotten back inside she didn't have the reaction of a typical teenager who had just found her parents slaughtered on the floor. She didn't cry, she didn't break down, she didn't go into shock, oh no she didn't do any of those things. She got angry, furious actually, and wanted revenge. So she did just that. Grabbing her fathers weapons, the ones she deemed most useful anyway, she headed out to catch the killer and it hadn't taken long. He was still in town, drinking at a local tavern. When she had found him he was heavily drinking, talking about a family he had murdered in cold blood. Her family. Hearing him speak got her blood boiling again. She couldn't exactly remember what happened next but she had been told by a number of people that she had taken out a sword had shoved it right through the back of his neck. When she had calmed down she found herself sitting at the nearest bounty station, a bag of money next to her and a crest in hand. It was then that she became an official bounty hunter. Since then she had traveled around, collecting the bounty off of many men and women. Some were official while others were from nobles or regular people who wanted a job done in the shadows. As of right now she was trying to collect the reward for her most recent job, the slaying of Eddward Stark. She had brought the king the mans head as requested and yet he wouldn't pay her. All because she was a woman! It was ridiculous! Some people tried to hit on her and then pay her, or be a little hesitant, but no on had ever said no. If they did she would seduce them, easy as that. A womans best weapon was her body and Astrid loved to use hers, after all she was pretty enough to use hers. The best part was she could do it completely covered. Astrid stood at 5'8, a lot taller then most women of this time period, with a perfect hour glass frame. A white long sleeved blouse graced her busty, 36D actually, torso, unbuttoned quite a bit to show a little cleavage, milk chocolate skin in view. Her bottom half was covered by a pair long black pants that fit her quite tightly, mens ware but she didn't care, they were easier to move around in. Her eyes were a piercing icy blue and her hair a snow white, falling gracefully down to her hips in gentle waves. You honestly think you'll get anything from me if you threaten my help? As if you were going to give anything to me in the first place you lying bastard. Just leave! Fine! she withdrew her knife, tucking it back in her sleeve. But be warned, I will be back and you will be sorry. With that she threw the large bag she carried at the king, a head flying out and landing at his feet. Theres what you want. Hope he keeps you company. With that she turned on the heel of her boot, making her way out of the throne room and down the hall in a fit. She would get back at him, she really would. Question was, what would she take?