Thread: Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

A servant. That's what she'd been called, since the age of 14. Now a woman of 21, she no longer classified what she'd become, as a 'servant'. The King's servants where treated well. With an amount of respect, a human being could minimally deserve. Obviously, they where still servants. Fetching food and drinks for their Masters and Mistress'. But never was a hand laid upon them. Never was a whip swiped across their skin. Never where they verbally abused. But Vinia. She was treated like dirt, when no one else where looking. Used as a rest for the Princes' feet. Whipped as if a horse. Called a whore, for even looking at another man wrongly. But all that, had been nothing compared to the Princes' final act. Finally, he'd build up the guts, to attempt to rape her. As always, she'd been resistant. Tried to fight the prince back. But he was, even though weak for a man, stronger then her. But that's when. Something strange had happened. Suddenly his own had, had laid upon his own neck, and choked. The Prince had nearly been killed by his own hand, had it not been for the scared girls help. She was afraid, that he'd only punish her more severely, after this weird accident. But in helping him, he had immediately attacked her again, about to finish what he'd started, but before even getting his own pants off, his right hand had made a horrible twist, breaking his wrist in an instant. Screaming in pain, his right leg had suddenly done the same. Snapping by the knee, his leg had been broken. It was as if his own body, suddenly worked against him, trying to hurt him. It hadn't been her fault. But she'd been announced guilty, because no one would believe her, and everyone believed their beloved prince. And there she'd been. On her way to an execution. Fear not that imminent in her face, as it'd been when she'd feared starvation. Or, like when the Mother Confessor herself, stood before her. She didn't fear the person. She feared what would happen next. She would find the truth, no doubt, and the Prince would probably be punished, and her released. But after that? Would the people trust the revered Mother, or would they still blame her for his punishment, and come after her? As her head was cupped in the Mother Confessors hands, Vinia's odd eyes, one a clear crystal blue the other having clear hints of green among the blue, gazed upon the Mother in awe, yet with some held back words, which was clear in her expression. Vinia's odd eyes, had often gotten the attention of others. And had she abused it, she could've seduced many a man, or woman, with the gaze of her blue and turquoise eyes. Her dark brown hair lay sweatied down her face, a few dark lines crawling from her eyes, where tears had pushed away mascara before. But there where no tears no. The Mother Confessor where just. And someone, today, would meet their justice. Vinia had done what she'd been asked, her hands still cuffed by her wrists, in front of herself. She wore a brown dress, custom to those in custody in this kingdom. Her bare feet tripped restlessly against the floor, as she watched the spectacle. And as it was finished, her eyes followed the alluring blue ones of the Confessor, moving a bit to the side, as she sat down next to her. She made a 'safe' distance, as if she was still nervous about the Confessor, gulping lightly, as she tried to take in her words. She didn't think too long about the first words, due to the question that followed. She hesitated with a shaky lower lip, before uttering with a light, clear voice. Vinia. There was nothing more then that. No last name. She never knew it. And had made Vinia up herself. Then, as she was asked about the apprenticeship of a Confessor, her expression turned to a surprised, yet confused deminure. Her lips tried to utter her questions, but not much came out at first. With a few seconds of thinking, she gulped again, finally letting words flow. R.. Revered. Mother.. Lady Arianna. I. Don't quite see. How. I become eligible for this type of position. Or. Where I should've.. Proclaimed these powers.. She started, before quickly adding something. B.. But.. But I wouldn't. Dare. To question your.. Your judgement. Lady Arianna. But. As you.. Ask it. As if a question. And not a demand. Do I. Have a choice? Will I.. Not be chained. Again? I.. Don't want to live.. Live my life.. For someone else. Anymore. She muttered. It was clear, that she was nervous with her words. And with good reason. Questioning someone like the Mother Confessor, was highly looked down upon. She even though she heard some silent gasping in the background. But she would've rather hit the executioners block, then end in another chain. Or, at least that is what she felt at this time.