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Thread: Claim (Closed for Methos and FK)

Annalea was ready to thrust her dagger into whatever flesh stepped through the door, but she had not been expecting so many, or such long spears. Nor had she been expecting her very own soldiers. She stood frozen in shock for a long moment, their words not sinking in, the dagger pointing at them as if it could fend off every one of them. And the Annalea began to glisten a bit of understanding, and fury flared in her chest. Her grip on her small weapon tightened and she raised it a bit, her bare feet planted on the ground,a s if she would make a stand against the men. How dare you storm into MY room with out a moment's regard for your PRINCESS! Her voice was shrill, dangerous . . but useless. She felt the tip of one of the spears poke at her furs, lightly at first, and then more insistently. Finally, after a sharp threat, she threw down the dagger like a child throwing a tantrum, her long hair flying around her in her fury. The soldiers laughed at her useless show, and one of them speared her warm furs and managed to catch a fold so that they could jerk the warmth right form her, leaving her only in her shift. She screamed in anger, lurching for the furs to find a spear firmly planted between her breasts. The soldiers were all getting a good laugh as she looked down at the sharp, dangerous head on the weapon. Her breath hissed through her teeth and she raised her head, her nose in the air as she finally assented to go with them. There was no glass in the windows of the corridors, and so Annalea found herself freezing as she trod barefoot through the stone castle to the throne room. She wrapped her arms around her ample bosom, her small, 5'2 frame pulling straighter as she gave up warmth for pride. Her teeth ground with every step, until at last she stood in the throne room. She felt the heel of a hand hit her square between the shoulders, knocking the air from her and sending her sprawling to the floor. She caught herself on her hands just as she hit her knees, crying out in surprise in rage. As she started to throw herself back to her feet in a tantrum she found the circle of pointed spears within a breath of her flesh in a complete circle. She gave a cry of anger and slapped the floor, her eyes finally rising to take in the room. Her husband was on one side of her, cowering in fear like the yellow bellied moron that he was. Her father was on the other side of her, crumpled in pain from arthritis, angry but to old to be anything but broken. She finally lifted her eyes to the throne and her breath hissed through her teeth sharply again as she breathed in quickly, then let out a heathenish cry, YOU! Had the spear points not suddenly jumped even closer, close enough that she felt the cold steel against her flesh in a number of places, she would have lurched to her feet and attacked her brother herself. Never mind that his sword rested within inches of his hand. You have done all of this!? I knew it was a mistake to have Father banish you, he should have KILLED you!
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The smirk that graced Brands lips was rather insufferably smug. He sat rather comfortably ensconced upon the castles throne, his head crowned and his enemies were all surrounded by his warriors before him. The rage that his sister demonstrated only seemed to cheer him. He grinned evidently enjoying himself thoroughly. Ah yes, the gang is all here now. The warrior smiled as he noted And yes, me. He remarked with a great deal of satisfaction. With rather good humour he cocked and eyebrow Were you expecting someone else? He inquired as he rose from the throne. His sword was held rather loosely in his hand as he strolled towards where the prisoners were held at sword point. He stopped first in front of the clearly agitated monarch. He sighed faintly as he noted Father He seemed to consider things briefly as he noted You know as well as I do that there can only be one king. I regret that it has come to this. Though I can only say I do not see this as solely of my making. He gestured to a guard Put a sword in his hand. Ill see him have a warriors death. He is my father, I owe him that. a sword was placed in the kings hand though in his weakened state he could only partly raise it. With a rather solemn look crossing his features his arm rather violently thrust forward and he ran his blade into the kings gullet and watched as the blade fell from the old kings hand to the floor. His blood draining from him as he slowly slumped. He sighed and shook his head and thereafter turned towards Alfred. You Im not going to feel bad about killing. Thus with out any great degree of ceremony several sets of hands grabbed the man and pushed him into a kneeling position. Thereafter with his blade yet whet with the kings blood, his sword would ascend and then descend like a clever towards the sobbing mans neck. Gore sprayed forth as the blade crashed through flesh and crunched against bone. A sickening thud followed as the mans head hit the ground. With his blade dripping with blood he turned towards Annalea and remarked Now I hope youre pleased with yourself, look what you made me do. I had to kill our father. He stated in a rather irked tone. Although he didnt have any apparent regret in killing her husband. He idly let the tip of his sword trace through the air before her. Droplets of fresh crimson blood would idly splatter her face an the ground before her. Now the problem with having asked father to kill me, would have been much the same as trying to have me exiled sister. People would not have gone along with it. He idly noted In case you havent noticed they decided I should be king. Casually the blade would press to the arch of her throat as he noted And Id suggest you adopt a far more conciliatory tone princess. If you havent noted its the people on your side dying right now. He smirked as he idly let that blade slide along he throat, the pressure he applied just shy of what would be needed to draw blood. After all this is the part where you beg for your life and for forgiveness for all your transgressions against me. He stated in a rather wry tone.
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Father!! Annalea screamed as she watched her father slump forward. She started to move again, and yet again the spears tightened. SHe felt tears burn her eyes, but she forced them back. She would not show weakness, not to her half-blood brother. She watched as he crossed in front of her and stood before her husband. She knew what was coming. And in this she held her tongue. It was no secret that she held no love for her husband, her was just a man to sit in the throne beside her. Still, she gasped and covered her mouth in disgust as she watched his head fall, turning her face away in disgust. When Brand came to stop before her, she found herself looking up at him. She would not admit fear, but as her hair fell away from her shoulders, and her father and husband's mixed blood fell upon her faced, she found she was trembling with more than fury. Disgust and anger where momentarily tempered, and ultimately flared, by her fear. Her brother's sword touched her throat, and she felt her breath catch in her chest. She started to pull back and yet felt the spears between her shoulders and at the base of her skull. Her bother's tone made her fists clench, and his words made her scream in anger. I will never beg you for anything! She spat at his sword, trying to ignore the tension of the men surrounding him. She felt oddly as though they would kill her willingly, and she tensed more. She raised her hand and slapped it against the flat of her brother's blade, risking that it would cut her in the process. batting it away quickly. She felt the tension grow in her immediate vicinity. You can not harm me, I am the crown princess. If I die, your hold on the crown will be feeble. True, loyal men and women will see that you have killed their beloved king and his chosen heir, and they will rise against you. You will not keep the throne for long. SHe seemed smug in this conclusion, her chin rising defiantly. Her frigid blue eyes bore into her brother's face as she spat the next words, No one will acknowledge a whore's son of being king. Had she had any sense, she would have stopped speaking while her tongue was still attached to her head, but sense, and the ability to temper her rage, were never attributes that the princess had ever been gifted with. And when you die, I will bathe in your blood.
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Brand listened to he scream in anger and declare her defiance. He smirked as he idly remarked God you are a bitch arent you? A laugh from the men surrounding him accompanied that particular statement as it seemed to be a rather widely shared sentiment. As for you never begging anything from me - well that we shall have to see. He observed perhaps in an all too sanguine manner. His lips twitched as he leaned in towards her. I beg to differ Anna. I could chop off youre head right here and now and not a man here would challenge my right to do so. He smiled to her as he noted In fact I rather think theyre waiting for it and think its rather inevitable. A rumble of voices suggested that this was indeed the case. But you are right Anna - I am a whoreson. He stated with mirth entering his voice Im one whoreson and right bastard not one man here wants to find on the other side of a shield wall. Laughter seemed to accompany his own. Brand seemed to consider the matter What say you all - is this whoreson your king? A cheer went up and spears were drummed against shield and feet were stamped in approval. Then I name myself king by election. His sword slide from Annalea to point over at the corpse of his father. And I name myself king a second time by right of conquest. Then a rather dark smile graced his lips as he noted And I name myself king thrice by right of marriage. A priest was shoved forwards through the crowd and thereafter Brand casually pointed his blade at Annalea and remarked Now would be when you accept Anna, else Im quite content to take my chances with rebellion and you should make your peace with god. Somehow it struck him as more cruel to leave this as her only means to survive than to simply kill her outright. After all in death she wouldnt have to suffer the humiliation of having been kept alive as surety for his rule. The priest looked slightly dismayed that he was being expected to officiate over something which seemed to vary from hostage taking to potential execution to wedding within the course of seconds. Although the man saw two dead bodies and angry warriors all around him. Quite naturally the fellow simply cleared his throat and rocked on his heels waiting to see what part he had to play in this. Brand himself rather drolly noted Limited time offer Anna, I cant put your head back on your shoulders if you change your mind.
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Annalea spat at her brother again, but this time, she had no harsh words for him. Her eyes widened at the concept, at the possibility that she had somehow- in her defiance- given him this idea. That she was now doomed to either die, or marry her own half blood brother. Any child she would bear would be a quarter bastard, and if she chose to bear one outside of wedlock it would be entirely bastard. She felt her hands shaking again, this time purely out of fury. She had been backed into a corner she could not push her way out of. But perhaps, she thought, if she consented to the marriage she would get the chance, at some later time, to kill her husband, the king, and take her rightful place. She continued to tremble as she raised her chin just the slightest higher, catching the sight of her late husband's head out of the corner of her eyes. She momentarily imagined her own head rolling across the floor and shuddered, horrified by the image of her body slumping to the floor. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted them back to her brother. It was obvious that, in her mind, this was far from over, but she gave one curt nod to signify her assent. You had better sleep with that sword by your side, brother, because one night I will slip into your chamber and slit your throat. As the men around her moved back to allow her to stand, she pulled herself to her feet. The men continued to back away, leaving her to stand alone with her brother. She tried not to notice his height, over a foot taller than her own, or the broad, strong build of his body. She refused to feel weak, insignificant. Especially not beside her bastard brother. For a moment her relation to him slipped through her mind. He was her senior by nearly seven years. His father had respected and, she imagined, even loved her brother. She was mildly surprised, in retrospect, that her brother had seemed to have felt the same way. And now, here she was, about to enter into wedlock with her own murdering, treacherous blood. She turned to the priest suddenly, ignoring her captor's presence, a smirk suddenly on her face as she but out her realization in a sharp voice, This man is my blood, my kin. You can not marry us, or god will frown upon you and you will burn in the depths of hell. She felt quite smug with that idea, quite elated as the words slipped free of her mouth. You see, your holiness, if you care at all for your eternal soul, you should rather die than do what this man demands of you.
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Her fury amused him and he could see her seeming to shake from it. Brand simply smirked as he thought whatever else his half sister might say he knew that she wouldnt choose her own death. The woman was a snake whom he would keep caged, until he broke her into a more pliable animal much like he would a wild horse. His dark eyes remained upon her as she nodded her assent. He wasnt particularly surprised by her threats to kill him and he idly remarked I love you too dearest. In a mocking tone. Naturally Annalea was too much of a fool to leave well enough alone. Brand simply looked irked by her prattling about how she couldnt possibly be married to him as they were related by blood. As she tried to advise the priest of how he should go about his job, Brand raised his sword and the hilt of his sword was brought down rather forcefully upon her temple. The much larger warrior laid a sound blow upon the side of her head and gave a sigh of satisfaction as he did so. Ah now that was every bit as good as I imagined it feeling. He idly noted Now priest, I think you know as well as I that unusual times call for unusual actions. Rather humbly he noted I should agree with her in most circumstances that this is wrong. Casting a gaze at his sister he was rather convincing having just struck her in saying I take no joy in this action and find it a burden to shoulder. But as she said by doing this I likely spare the kingdom further bloodshed and civil war. He shook his head and noted Therefore it is what my father would want me to do, and I dare say what god should want of me is it not father? Would they both not wish peace? He was a clever bastard and now he noted Thus I think this is the case where you shall have to grant me dispensation to marry in what would otherwise be a sinful fashion. He smirked as he idly noted For this shall be my cross to bear for my people. Whether his words or the fact that he had a rather large number of armed men standing around him ready to kill anyone they perceived as enemies swayed the fellow he eventually remarked Ithink under the circumstances you are right. This is an usual case and not unprecedented in the holy writings where they spoke in the most ancient times of such things transpiring. The priest idly began to run through the standard ceremonials although hastily adding that the requirements regarding blood relations were dispensed with in the interests of peace, reconciliation and the harmonious governance of the kingdom. He rambled on rather nervously and then inquired of Brand whether he meant to marry the woman there with him and he rather curtly said Yes. Thereafter he posed the same question to Annalea, although the mans voice seemed to shake while doing so. Brand had after all pointed his sword at his sister and hissed Marriage or death?
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Annalea felt smug as she watched the priest grow agitated, but that stopped the second she felt the blunt end of her brother's sword at her temple. She cried out and staggered to teh side, her hand flying uyp to the wounded temple, he vision spotted for a moment. SHe felt someone move in to grab her arm, rough, strong hands painfully grabbing the upper curve of her arm to hold her on her feet. The hand let go a moment later when she was steady and her brother had finished his convincing little speech. Annalea felt the tears in her eyes this time, coming unbidden from teh sharp pain. She jerked her head to her brother, and by the time her senses regained themselves, the priest was halfway through the ceremony. She ground her teeth as he brother stated his affirmation in his intent to marry his sister, and when it came down to her turn to answer, she against found his sword point uncomfortably near her person. Yes. She muttered the word through clenched teeth, and the priest sighed with relief. She felt like screaming, or sobbing, although she tended more towards the screaming side. She turned on her brother suddenly, glaring up at him. Her husband. She felt a sickness at the thought. SHe did not think to step away form him as she heard the priest speak one last time. You may now . . he stuttered, you may now k-kiss the br-bride. Her eyes grew wide and she turned to the priest with fury in her eyes, she looked as though she were about to lunge at him, to rip his throat out. Her hair whipped around her in golden streaks as she turned back to her brother, clenching her fists, ready to his him if he closed the distance. Don't-you-even-dare- Each word was spoken slowly and surely through grinding teeth. Her entire body was would like wire as she took one pointed step back. There were no spears to stop her now, but she suddenly became unfomfortably aware of her brother's reach, his arm length was immense compared to hers. Her breath shuddered, I mean it- I marrie dyou I will NOT kiss you! You have your title and your crown and- She found herself unable to finish.
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Brand smirked as his sister had to be held up for the better part of her second wedding. Pity for the poor girl that this time around she was going to be run rather than the other way around. But things went along about as smoothly as one could expect, as she seemed to weep from either frustration, the pain of having her skull rapped rather forcefully or some combination of the two. Eventually she got around to confirming that she would consent to marry her brother. He nodded once the words were said, for once said they could not be taken back. Brand held that bloody sword in one hand. Hed set his shield away over the course of the ceremony. Thus his other arm was quite free. He heard the priest invite him to kiss the bride and he grinned wolfishly as she backed away from him he moved closer to her. His hand shot out to grab her by the shoulder and rather forcefully yank her over towards him. Thereafter, hed lean all the way down towards her and kiss her rather roughly. Hed force his lips upon hers an thereafter hed hiss Now come along wife - you dont want everyone to have to watch me beat you right after your wedding do you? Whatever difficulties he might have with the fact he was now married to his sister, he was going to take a rather perverse joy in what followed. The smug look on his face that greeted her as he noted Oh indeed I do have my kingdom and my title. His lips twitched as he noted But now I need to consummate my marriage. Rather than leaving her with any choice in the matter he sought to slip one rather brawny arm around her waist and to lift her from her feet. Laughter would glimmer in his dark eyes as he sought to carry her from the throne room towards his own bedroom. The newly crowned king carried his undoubtedly overjoyed wife down the hallway as he noted the tears streaming from her eyes. Ahh youre one of those that always cries at weddings hmm? He manhandled her with rather apparent ease, considering size and strength lay wholly and utterly to his advantage. Hed drag her through the door of his bedroom and toss her down upon the bed. Thereafter he threw his sword down upon the floor. His lips twitched as he remarked rather sarcastically Now my beloved .. Its time for you to become well acquainted with your wifely duties. He stalked towards the woman as his hand would seek to grab a hold of her. Those large paw like hands seeking to grasp her and thereafter pull her to him as he looked at her rather lustily. And dont fear that I shall be disappointed by your not being a maiden having already been married.. He smirked Im sure youll feel as tight as one when I fuck you in the ass.
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Annalea couldn't back up fast enough to avoid her brother's long arms or massive grip, and as he pulled her against his chest, she found herself trembling for a different reason entirely. His mouth was hard on her, hot like her husband's had never been. She felt fresh tears run down her cheeks as he took his time with the ceremonial kiss, no amount of fists against his chest even causing him to flinch. But it was when he pulled away and whispered to her that she truly began to fear. She began to sob as his arm wrapped around her waist, imagining what was to come. Not so much the beating, but the consummation. She hit and kicked the entire way out of the throne room, through the corridors, to his private chambers. And as he deposited her on his bed, she kicked out some more, her bare feet useless against his hard muscles. She screamed as he moved over her, grabbing her again, his voice harsh as he spoke so deprecatingly. She shook her head, her golden hair flying wildly about her as her thin white shift tore. No! NO! She pounded at his chest, fury igniting her as she tried to turn beneath him to pull away. Her fear heightened all of her senses, making her more aware of his size, his strength, his smell. She whimpered as his musk flowed over her, and she found herself trembling again. There was nothing familiar in this bed chamber. Her husband has been scrawny, weak, easily controlled, swayed. He was gentle, almost timid in bed, less than pleasing and not much larger than herself. And now, within the same night of her husband's death,s he was remarried to her brother who was large, strong, hard. And he was going to take her one way or another. He was going to rape her. She sobbed at the thought, the haughty princess temporarily broken down to a weak, sobbing woman beneath a controlling, vindictive man. She pressed up against his hard body and found herself trapped, her legs flailing, bringing her shift up in a less than lady-like manner as she tried to clamp her legs closed. She tried not to let his words sink in as she tried to keep herself free of her new husband. No! I won't do this!! You can't make me! You can't DO this! She screamed at tha top of her lungs, trying not to sob. Let - me - go! SHe tried to punch him, tried to at least knock the wind from his chest.