Thread: Hidden Princess (VM and Google)

What she told him about the princess wasn't anything that he didn't already know, he had ensured that the castle had been infiltrated by spies before the invasion had started but while they had uncovered much they hadn't been able to give him anything to particular about the princess. The fact that there were records of the servants sent from the castle to work in the surrounding area wasn't going to be of much help to him at all... the records room was a massive thing so full of paper that it would be nearly impossible to separate a single hidden servant from the untold others that had left and returned at varying times. His instincts told him that the princess had to be nearby, near the castle itself but likely not inside of it... no doubt when the invasion had started, swift though it was, she had been sent out into the city so that she could remain hidden. It seemed as if the king had known of his interest in his daughter... the word of that had spread quickly if even the serving girl knew about it. No the records would do little girl and others had been interviewed about the princess but been unable to tell him any more then Amara did... he would need to either wait for the princess to try and leave the city or unravel the protective spells and runes that shielded her from his majicks intended to find her. As he looked around and thought for a few moments it seemed likely that the majicks that hid her away were centered somehow in this throne room which was why his spell had seem to be drawn to this room for a few moments before it failed. It was nothing he couldn't unravel and overcome but it would take some time. These thoughts were banished as the new concubine's clothing was discarded, her kneeling position taken up again and she wrapped her arms around herself without trying to hide any of her beauty from his eyes. So you have some talents with majick... He said slowly, looking closely at her eyes and suspecting for the first time that there was more to her then was evident at a glance... perhaps the illegitimate daughter of some nobility who was kept nearby out of a fondness of her father. That may be useful to me in the future. Slowly he stood, tracing his right hand through the air as smoke congealed around it and started to take shape, leaving behind a construction of leather and lace, formed perfectly to fit around the neck of his new slave as he moved behind her, his tail listing her chin as he slipped the slim corset around her throat, trying it just tight enough so that she would feel it every time she took a breath, wanting her to be choked by it a little bit not so roughly that she had to struggle for each and every breath. As he did this he considered the question she asked, one that could be considered impertinent but he had just conquered the city in a single day and was so close to achieving his goals that he chose to answer her rather then punish her outright. Majick can only extend a persons life so much, the longest a human has ever lived is to be two hundred and fifty years old... I am a little more then two hundred years old but I have no intention of dying. There is a majickal ceremony that can extend my life... that can make me into a god. For this I need the princess, I need her blood... Of course what he didn't need to tell her was that this ceremony would essentially be a marriage, one that was majickal in nature but he was not the only one who would benefit... he would become a god but the princess would ascend with him, his eternal servant and bride. Until I am able to unravel the spells that protect her I will need diversions of course... do you have any knowledge of how to please a man? Leaning down, brushing hair back from her face, enjoying the myriad of scents, the smooth untouched flesh of her cheek, the warmth of her body.