Thread: My Slave, My Prince (Sirix & EvelynWillows)

The first rays of sunlight was warm on the snow-covered meadows. Blue streaks of light radiated from the forest, and somewhere a covey of quail were disturbed and they burst into the sky like drops of water when a rock has been dropped into a silent pond. The young princess looked across the meadow at her father. Short white puffs of heat formed outside their fur-lined coats as they nodded to each other. The deer that they had tracked through the night would have settled down by now it might have bled out from the injury that it had suffered from her sister's hastily loosened arrow the previous day, but it might have also recovered enough to be a flight risk. It was impossible to tell Marissa had been impudent and had shot from too far away. She was irritable when her father had sent her back to the castle with the guards. Teresa felt a pang of sorrow for anyone who might cross her sister's path last night. Despite the fact that Marissa had been given all the benefits that being born to a king could afford, she was still an angry, selfish woman at heart. Maybe she was that way because of her upbringing, but her younger sister was too unlike her for that to be the obvious reason. The king spotted a few dark drops of blood. He motioned for the trackers to take over, sending the young, quiet men after the deer seemed the best option in case the beast was still alive and ready to bolt. The last thing they wanted was for the deer to lose them again, and with the rapidly melting snow in the early spring they could lose the trail and then the meat would be wasted. A wasteful man was a hungry man, King Thorean liked to say, and he lived up to that philosophy to the chagrin of his wife. Back at the castle Queen Eliza was fussing over her eldest daughter's lack of 'appropriate' dresses like a worried hen. I cannot believe that you only have these ten to choose from! How can anyone expect a proper princess to go into her courting year with ten measly dresses? Princess Marissa tossed her fiery thick hair and imitated her mother's impudent frown perfectly. I agree, Mother Dear. We should send for the tailor immediately. She examined her fingers and saw that one of her manicured nails was marred from yesterday's hunt. And the beautician, she amended, showing her mother the chip in her nails. Oh gods! Your father had you on the hunt again, didn't he? I've told him time and time again that the back of a horse is no place for you! You'll lose your virginity bouncing on those beasts! But does he ever listen to me? Of course not! She looked around and frowned. Where is that servant boy of yours? He needs to be here, tending to your needs and running for the tailor and the beautician! And bringing tea! She clapped her hands. Where is he? The princess smiled smugly. Oh...I think I can find him. She said. Don't worry, mother. He'll get his comeuppance for being away from his post. Queen Eliza's smile reflected her daughter's. You see that he does, she warned. And make sure that tailor is here quickly. We don't want your father to catch wind of all his precious gold that we're spending. You'd think it was a crime to outfit a princess, the way he hoards such things.