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Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Gabriel grinned when Camelia refused his hand. He finally lowered his own after a few seconds, making a fist, causing all of the muscles in his forearm to ripple. It was as if to force himself to hold back from his usual reaction when his will was not obeyed. He would hold back for now, but not for long. That is correct, my lady. You'll be a... servant of sorts in my household. I know that isn't what you're used to, but I'll teach you everything you need to know myself, he said with a grin, showing his full set of white teeth. As for how long, that will be my decision. Perhaps if your work pleases me enough, I'll send you home after our six-month furlough. He knew from looking at her that the scenario he'd just mentioned was unlikely. He had traveled the width and the breadth of the land, and this was the most beautiful maiden he'd beheld. He doubted he'd just send her away freely. However, for the time being, if she saw an end it sight, he knew things would go better for everyone. Gabriel was young to be a powerful leader, only twenty-nine, but he was not foolish. He knew that scaring Camelia off now, in unfamiliar territory, was not a wise course. Sir Alston, we thank you for your service, you may return to your estate at once. You can be assured of our protection, Gabriel said, looking him in the eye with a knowing smile. He had set up a little private corner of the tent for Camelia to spend the night. There was a soft bale of hay there, covered with blankets. Let me show you to your accommodation for the night, young lady, Gabriel said cordially, slipping behind her, and placing his hand softly, but firmly, on the small of her back and nudging her towards the back of the large tent. A guard would be stationed at the entrance for the night in case she had any ideas of escape.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Unable to keep from shivering, Camelia gave a little quiver and delicately rubbed her upper arm. Something about Gabriel worried her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it well, it was more than the fact that he was the leader of a band of seasonal vagabonds. What kind of evils had this man committed, and how many more would he commit in his lifetime? Biting the inside of her cheek, the young lady hoped she wasn't around him long enough to find out. I'll be there just six months? Unmistakable hope filled her face before she simpered down again as she put her guards back up. Yes, things could certainly be a lot worse. He could have told her that she was going to be his slave, although she didn't know was that his kind of 'servant' was probably the same thing. And six months, while quite a long time, was considerably less worse than a few years, and endless amounts better than a lifetime. Camelia shook herself from her thought just as her father was given the word to depart. She started quickly and spun around in front of Gabriel just after he laid his hand against her. Wait! Please, at least let me say my farewells to my father before he leaves, she cried softly, slender brow creased oh-so elegantly, despite the clear desperation. Resting a hand on Gabriel's arm, she stepped to the side and looked over his shoulder and outside of the tent. Her father was already more than halfway to getting in the carriage. When she called out for him, he faltered but continued, hurriedly getting in. Camelia's shoulders sagged, her hand dropping further down his arm. To say she looked completely crushed might have been putting it lightly.
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Remaining silent as she desired assurance of the term of her 'sentence', he stepped to the side, blocking her view of her father as he rode off into the dusk. It was a symbolic move as much as a practical one, his lean, looming frame replacing the view of her father. She was even more beautiful when she was desperate, he decided. Don't fret, my dear, he implored her. I'm sure you'll see Daddy again before long, he said with a bit of a gravelly tone, looking up at his lieutenant and sharing a devious grin. He grabbed her wrist lightly, and led her drooping form back to her place in the mercenary tent. He led her to the bed, gently guiding her to sit down on it. He stood above her, looking down upon the nervous girl. Tell me Camilla, I like to get to know my servants a little bit. He cleared his throat, and fingered the handle of his sword on his thick leather belt. He dragged over a heavy basket, flipping it upside down and sitting across from her. He patted her knee through her lovely dress. What skills do you possess that might be of service to me? What are your days like in Alston's manor?
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Her tearful eyes turning upwards, she frowned softly and pulled away from him, thinking him unkind for such an offhand statement. Luckily, she was too busy with sucking up her dignity and blinking the wetness from her eyes to notice the cocky grin. If she had, her already questionable opinion of Gabriel might have taken a turn for the worse. Well, that would happen soon enough... Camelia sadly watched the carriage pull away, completely complacent to the hand at her wrist, which she followed with some amount of disheartened grace. The girl obediently sat when he guided her to, letting her hands fall into her lap as she stared up reservedly at her new 'caretaker'. As the question was one she might have expected given she had been aware of the situation a few hours ago, she looked away to consider her answer, her fingers lacing themselves together on her lap. She said nothing of his pat but removed her knee from under his hand. I don't do very much, really, she admitted softly, voice wavering a little. I look after my youngest siblings... I can speak several languages, and I've been taught music and art since I was little. I can dance, too... I don't think anything I've done would be suitable for a servant's job, I'm afraid.
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Gabriel kept his cocky smile about him as she subtly refused his touch on her knee. This girl was as dignified, proper, and elegant and she was beautiful and smart, he thought to himself. That would make it all the more satisfying to break her, to wrap her around his finger, to defile her, he thought to himself. You sound a talented girl, he replied with a nod. If you've been able to learn all those things, I'm sure you can learn to perform other tasks as well, he said with a nod at her, keeping his eyes affixed to her pretty face all the while. Knowing that she despised his touch, he stood up, smiled at her, and lifted his callous hand up, dragging the tips of his fingers along her cheek. You'll do just fine, he told her, taking his hand back and moving a step back from her. You'll need your rest, he explained, so I'll let you have it. We'll be up at the first hint of dawn. We have.a long trip tomorrow.. With that he left her little corner, closing the curtain behind him, and went outside, sitting with his men by the bonfire. He spent another hour there, talking, laughing, and drinking wine, before heading back inside to his part of the tent to retire to sleep for the night.
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Well, Camelia supposed that was true enough. While retaining it depended solely on how interested she was in it, learning something new took relatively little time for her to do. She gave him a tiny nod in agreement, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes in a way that was unintentionally coy. For as long as he stared at her, she decided to stare right back. She wasn't completely comfortable with this man actually, she wasn't comfortable at all here, deserted by her father and in company of notoriously bad men. There was no telling what he might do. When he stood and lifted his hand up, she flinched gingerly, though she had never been struck in her lIfe. Perhaps it was more of an instinctive thing in response to knowing his less than noble history. Even so, he surprised her by almost tenderly brushing her cheek she didn't recoil this time, an added rose color to her cheeks hinting to him that while the touch was unexpected, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. A bit confused, she watched him leave her section of the tent and sat there for a while trying to imagine what her life would be like now. It took her some time to even lay down and feel somewhat comfortable among strange people it took even longer to fall asleep.
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Gabriel slept soundly through the night, waking just before the first rays of sun peered over the horizon. From the many years he'd spent abroad, his body had been trained to rise at this time of day, and it had proven valuable more than once, as he and his men had been alert enough to head off pre-dawn raid attempts. But today, his mind wasn't on battle, but on love or at least a less honorable alternative. He stepped outside, feeling the dew of the morning grass on his feet, and took a glance around, leaning over a bucket and splashing some water over his face. Returning inside, he dressed in his long, brown riding cloak, and laced up his black boots. The stir of Gabriel waking caused a few of his men to follow suit, each performing their morning routine, some pulling bread out of food pouches, and getting sustenance inside them. A few of the men shared Gabriel' large tent, while others had slept in two other fairly large tents that had been erected. Gabriel went around the back of his tent to examine the horses, sheathing his sword at his side as he walked. Upon finding everything to his satisfaction, he stood at the tent entrance, and called a boy over. Go fetch the girl some bread and cool water, and wake her if she's still sleeping. Tell her to present herself outside in ten minutes, at which time we'll collect our tents and depart. He was actually quite eager to see Camelia, but he wanted to make sure she understood that he had men to do his bidding when it came to such small matters. He was quite sure that she would look just as beautiful in the morning as she had last night. She just had that air about her, where it would be simply inconceivable for her ever not to be absolutely stunning and radiant. And that, after all, was why he had selected her.
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Unlike her new 'captor', Camelia did not favor mornings, much like mornings didn't favor her. Having no specified job as the daughter of duke could do that to someone. She had apparently slept fitfully, never quite waking up but drifting in an out of restlessness so that when the time came for the boy to wake her, she was thoroughly groggy. She dully batted the boy away as she rose, taking a few moments to remember where she was and who she was with. Reminding herself with a little sigh, Camelia rose, brushed the wrinkles from her dress and took down her hair. It was very possible that she looked even more stunning in such a state, her long tresses cloaking her neck and shoulders. The somewhat artificial look of prim and proper didn't suit her as well as a more natural one did. Shortly after taking a few sips from the water and few nibbles from the bread, she left the tent to go and stand outside in the chilly morning air. Her dress had several layers to it, but she was still slightly chilled, and stood there with her arms hugging her for a little more warmth while the men came to life. She had to admit, it was mildly fascinating to watch the troupe rise and make preparations for departure, but she was still too sleepy to appreciate the distraction. Gabriel's men moved around her, some openly eyeing the pretty girl, rather lecherously.
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Let's get moving, Gabriel roared at a soldier who had paused to leer unabashedly at Camelia, giving him a shove in the back as encouragement. He understood the needs of his men, however would not stand have such disrespect shown, when the girl was obviously his. He untied a large sack, and drew out a blanket, approaching his 'captive', and draping it over her. I do assume you know how to ride, he began, nodding at a small white horse. You didn't list it among your talents, but if you do, you'll be riding this one. She's gentle, and will keep in line with the other horses. He took in a deep breath as he looked the girl over, his assumptions confirmed about her morning appearance. We'll ride for ten hours, and arrive at Turgon just before dusk. I'm sure you'll find it delightful, he said a bit gruffly, not out of bad manner, but because his throat was still a bit dry from the night. Perhaps we'll dance there, he said with a smile, placing his hands on her hips and mimicking a dancing stance. That was one of your talents, wasn't it? He couldn't help but think that she looked quite well suited to a rugged life, with her wrinkled dress, and slightly frizzy, but still wonderful hair draping her shoulders. Then again, she could probably look suited to just about anything. Once the small tent city had been taken up, things were packed onto the horses. Nothing was taken by carriage, they were too slow, and left them far too open to attack, in Gabriel's opinion. They packed light, and every man carried as much as he could on his mount. As the sun rose a couple inches over the horizon, they were all ready to go. Gabriel whistled, the girl's white horse being brought over, and he held out a hand to help her mount it. Our journey begins, mi'lady, he said, giving her a smile that could actually be interpreted as charming, showing his straight lines of white teeth.
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The girl jumped when he placed the blanket about her, spinning in surprise to see who it was. She relaxed quickly enough before pulling the blanket tighter around her, thanking him politely. A blanket wasn't as portable as a cloak, but it'd be twice as warm - so she was rather thankful for it. Her eyes followed his nod at the horse, to which she slightly smiled at Camelia had a soft spot for animals, he'd eventually discover. And she was a pretty one. I do ride, she assured, adjusting the blanket. While he looked her over, she looked the horse over. Ten hours straight? Her attention switched over to Gabriel as she got an odd though not unpleasant little chill from the sound of his voice. When he put his hands on her hips, she briefly swayed and cracked a tired smile, thinking to herself that at least he wasn't a rude, terrible man... yet. In her early morning tiredness, she cared less about him being a marauder and a bully. Oh, I think I'll be too exhausted to dance by then. Riding can be a joy, but it is so very tiring. Again, her attention wandered away, watching as the men gathered up the last of the stuff and mounted their horses. When the white horse was brought over, she glanced between it and Gabriel and his hand. She removed the blanket and set it on the horse's hind, wordlessly taking the offered hand and getting up on the saddle. After she settled herself side-saddle style, of course and became acquainted with the horse, she threw the blanket around her shoulders again and held it tight. We'll stop for supper and dinner, won't we? Or will we have dinner at your estate? Ten hours away from everything she loved and knew. It was still too early for her, but Camelia had the lingering feeling that at some point, she'd just break down in pure misery.
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Gabriel was impressed with her knowledge of riding, and her ability to efficiently mount her horse, yet maintain her usual polished style and elegance. Well, certainly not ten hours straight, he grinned at her. Even we ruffians need a break now and again. We'll stop and have a hearty meal in the late morning. Or at least as hearty as one can expect en route. And probably a shorter stop in the afternoon as well. If all goes well, we'll dine at my estate tonight. She seemed pleasant enough today, he thought, either blissfully unaware of what fate awaited her, or too tired this early in the morning to put up much of a fight, even verbally. If you'll excuse me, I have some matters to check on. Just sit tight. He threw himself upon his own mount, a large brown horse with several scars along its body. With a slap on its thigh, he got it moving, riding around the quickly vanishing army camp, inspected the progress of his charges. As everything seemed in order, he galloped to the head of the file, telling his lieutenant to proceed. The men followed suit, two by two they rode at a respectable trot, Gabriel choosing a spot where he could hover around the middle of the pack. He had decided not to lead this time, so he could keep an eye on his men, and particularly, Camelia. Come, Camelia, he shouted, pointing her to the empty spot at his side in the long procession of mercenaries. Our journey begins.
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The girl was relieved that it wouldn't be ten hours straight a day's worth of riding was exhausting enough by itself, but straight through would have been completely unreasonable - perhaps even inhumane of Gabriel. She bobbed her head slowly in acknowledgement as he excused himself, watching with some tired interest as the remaining preparations were made. She took the opportunity to get to know the mare she was one, who turned out to be rather good natured and quite tame for that, Camelia was grateful, because a more headstrong steed would have made the journey all the more exhausting. When Gabriel called her over, she gently nudged the horse to move and joined him. For the first several hours, it took a lot for the young maiden to keep from nodding off on horseback. She occasionally spoke with Gabriel - just little talks, about nothing that mattered all that much, but when she had nothing else to distract herself with, the lack of sleep snuck up on her. After their break for breakfast, Camelia was considerably more lively and awake, breaking the relative silence of the procession with little stories of how the landscape reminded her of her childhood. She weaved in and out of silence, watching the forests and hills pass by as the Earth rolled up and flattened back down again. As pleasant as it was, when the sun began to fall, she grew increasingly more reserved and aware of her situation. Granted, she was still civil, but it was clear that something had began to bother her..
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Gabriel had lived most of his life on horseback. Ten hours of gentle, peaceful riding was nothing to him, so he took the opportunity to look over his men and speak with a few of them as they rode, if only to pass his boredom. And, even better, he shared some mundane conversation with Camelia during the long hours of travel. He actually enjoyed her cute and nave stories. She wasn't stupid at all, he could tell from her conversation. She was quite intelligent, just a bit sheltered. The stops to rest and eat were only needless holdups on the way home, in Gabriel's opinion, but many of the men liked breaking up the journey, and obviously, Camelia did as well. As dusk approached, the knowledge crept through his body that home was close. There was nothing like home, and the longing he took towards it after so many months away was only intensified by the knowledge that he had a new addition to his household, the beautiful Camelia. Finally approaching his estate, the procession halted. It was Gabriel's usual tradition to have all his ranking men eat at his table the first night back. A courier had been sent days ahead of time to announce the day of their return so that the servants might prepare the veritable feast. Behold, young lady, he called out. The finest estate in Turgon, and your new residence. Leaping off his horse, he extended his hand to Camelia, sensing the apprehension in her eyes. He men quickly dismounted as well, leaving the horses to be attended to by the stablemen, and headed inside. The smell of roasting pork, beef, freshly baked bread, and stewing vegetables wafted out into the cool dusk air. Leading the way inside, Gabriel opened the door to a large great room, with a formal dining room on the side. Inside was an enormously long table, with seating for about forty, and an ornate gold and crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, hundreds of candles burning inside. The food was already upon the table. Gabriel walked to the head of the table, the entire party waiting for him to sit first. Taking his seat, he motioned to a seat next to him, and gestured to Camelia. Little did she know, he thought, that this would be her last setting being treated in a humane manner for quite some sit. A servant immediately brought a cask of wine and poured some into all the glasses on the table, starting with Gabriel's. Sit down, he cordially invited Camelia, his smile hiding his twisted inner thoughts, and somehow a bit more devious than any he'd shown her to this point.
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For all that it meant for her days to come or the next six months, as she'd allowed him to convince her of, Camelia found the same kind of comfort she did at home when she looked upon Gabriel's estate - though less so, obviously. It was, in a way, already familiar to her that made the idea of spending the next months in it almost bearable. Perhaps she could forget where she was when she laid down to rest, something that after the long travel, did sound so very nice. She sat by expectantly in quiet musing as he came over and offered to help her down. After sliding gracefully off the horse, the maiden instinctively tried to smooth out the rumples in her dress before brushing back her hair. While the riding hadn't been fast or hard, the air had made her look even more wild, her previously immaculate curls looser and a bit frazzled. As the group moved inside, she followed along silently, letting her wide-eyed gaze inspect the estate. Camelia's legs almost wobbled beneath her when the smell of a delicious dinner filled the room. The woman inhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a short moment, her mouth watering with the prospect of such a lavish meal. She'd had meals like this before, but this was a feast, and feasts were held only so often, and thus a rare occasion. Even with the thought of food distracting her, she didn't forget to look around some more, rather aware that Gabriel's estate so far was just a little bit more lavish than her father's. When the lord bade her to sit, Camelia did so with little hesitation, too focused on the food before her to really notice the change in his devious smile.