Thread: The Princess Slave (rwinrich & ThatdudeTim)

King Adrian looked out over the view quietly, a gentle wind passed by him, causing his long raven toned hair to billow out behind him, he had dark emerald eyes, very sharp and perceptive, he was a rather intense individual. He looked out over his kingdom, the city of Andrath. His city. His empire if her had his way. The hours he spent on his personal balcony were many, he often walked out from his decadent bedroom to look and think, admiring himself, his people, his success as a conqueror. To most this would seem vain and self indulging, and it was, though one could not claim that he did not achieve these things. In a way, he felt entitled to his feeling of glory. At this time a loud rapping knock came from the walnut door inside the room, leading to the hall outside his personal chamber. Come in! He called in response, just as he did the iron handle was twisted and a man stepped in, dressed in elegant gold and burgundy, the colors of Andrath, he was a high ranking solder, a general, under the king alone in all things war. And well known for his brutal and effective tactics, he bowed, My lord. He stated formally before rising, Are you ready for us to move now, mileage? Adrian did not turn to address the man, still looking out over his vista as he spoke, words caught by the wind though still audible, Yes. Move in. Crush Shara...And plant the flag Red and Gold in its place. He stated simply. The general started to bow and excuse himself however at this moment Adrian turned, Wait! He stated sharply, Princess Delphine..? He asked, a knowing look crossing his face. The general nodded, Of course, mileage...She will brought here, to you... Adrian nodded and added on, UN-spoiled... The general nodded and they said their goodbyes. The army was on the move now, and Adrian simply had to wait for his prize. The Andrathian forces moved quick and brutal, burning and killing all those who fought the invaders as they made way for the capital. Capturing land quick and effective. They were simple yet skilled in their methods of combat, and put up a great fight when they reached the capital, and palace, however in the end they were driven back. However...Not before a small force, very small, aided by a spy in the Castle of Shara, were able to sweep in and confront the princess as she sat in her garden, as she always did, told by the spy. A group of men all robed in burgundy and gold, armed with long elegant swords, strutted into the garden, led by a blonde haired man, young and good looking, they were able to get in with help of one of the cooks assistance, their spy. Ah! Princess! He said as he strolled in, confident and in control, almost cocky, A fine garden you have here, I hate to take you from it...But alas... He nodded to the two large men at his sides, dressed as he was, Grab her. he stated simply. The two brutes nodded and rushed the poor women before she could even really get a grasp on what was going on, the grabbed her, gagging her mouth with a rag or some kind of cloth, no matter how she fought these men were strong and trained, and had the jump on her. They would have her. Now with the princess in hand they led her from the castle as battle raged outside, using an underground passage they came up a few miles outside the city. The princess was bound, untouched, and led brought to Andrath within a few days. They kept a constant watch on her, never giving a chance to fight or flee, when they arrived she was brought into the royal tower, where a few maids, telling her nothing, responding to no cries or questions, began to dress her in the finest burgundy and gold dress, doing her hair up elegantly, dressing her in gems and jewels. Making her look breathtakingly stunning, even in her worn condition from the trip. She was given one nights rest before she was dressed. Letting her rest some. When they finished dressing her she was brought to the Kings chamber, all staff were told to tell her nothing and say nothing to her no matter what, dress her and bring her to the king. That's all they new. When they reached the heavy walnut door it was pulled open, she was thrust in by the guard, and quickly it was slammed and locked with a full deadbolt behind her. A single figure stood obscured by silken drapes, on an open balcony with fine marble railings of sort to keep one from falling to the fine city below. The figure, King Adrian, didn't even turn to greet his guest, he was eager for her, but it was such a mind game, breaking a woman, Get on the bed and I will be with you shortly. He stated simple and stern, his tone commanding in general but this even more so.