Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

The Envoys from Beignon appeared onto the Cherusian court. This time, that plump Statesman beamed with smile as he greeted the nobles of the Thousand Halls. Cherus had been allied with Beignon, partially due to the efforts of Ishlene, the Queen of the White Dunes. Wishing only for peace the queen was left with no choice as she allied with the neighboring state. Unbeknownst to many, invasion was imminent had it not been for her plea. The alliance weathered through the Mad King's war, combined with the actions of the legendary hero Garlant and with the backing of the Principality League, the once-mighty country of Saslavan was brought to it's knees. Justice was served for all as those who committed the crime paid for it with their lives and their freedom. They say good always prevailed...where was 'good' when her followers, bruised from days in the dungeon, begged for mercy as the blade fell upon their neck? Where was justice when she was raped time and time again? Where was fate to save her, much less end her misery then and there? Micaiah was known by some as the Priestess of Hope. Yet given what she had worn she would be anything BUT a priestess. Wearing nothing more than wispy transparent silks, covering her private portions the girl was led almost obediently before the court. Many did behold her silver hair she was of Ancient Blood, of the beings who lived before the Scouring. Yet, here she was, humbled and bruised. The silks hid the ugly scars of her torture. Bells jingled as she was led forward, her labial lips and her nipples pierced with tiny bells ringing to further her humiliation. Cowed and frightened, the girl looked utterly miniscule before the guards who stood steady. The Vizier, a man by the name of Zihark, took a good look at the Silver-haired girl. The fat statesman, named Jugin smiled as he pushed the chain leash along. Still the girl insisted on covering her private parts...despite the many times she had been displayed outside, naked and spread out for all to see! A gift to the Prince. A girl of such fine quality. he said, smiling as he curled the chain around his hand and forced her close, licking her cheeks. Zihark showed little emotion. The bladesmen of Cherus were renowned, able to cut down men in the blink of an eye. Right this way. said the man. Noticing how the plump man began to pant slightly, he took the chain that led to the girl's neck, leading her to his room. He cast a faint glance towards the girl, denoting just how...familiar she was before she was led to the room. There, the man took away her robes, as it had been. She was therefore presented to the Prince stark naked, body clean and smooth to show the Youth and her beauty. But beneath that, ugly scars and bruises could be seen that no lotion could hide a glaring slash on her back, a result of when she was lashed so hard that it dug deep into her flesh. A patch of charred browning behind her neck skin that wrote 'PIG' when she was branded. So, there she was, displayed, naked as she stood before the door, expecting perhaps, for the Prince to come and greet his new slave... Except for one problem there was no Prince. The window on the next room was wide open, what looked like rope was bound to one end of the bedpost and leading outside...could someone have broken in and taken away the prince? Better yet...was she willing to make her escape?