Thread: Bride of Krypteia {Prince of Smut x LingeringDesire}

Does it matter? Spartan or Helot, we need each other to survive. Helot women are as important as Spartan women, her gift shouldnt be for the taking and hunting the men are a different thing then going after the weaker. I am dressed as I always am, forgiveness will not be granted, and you are wrong, you can choose to sit in a field and say you found none or only a few and lie, you dont have to do this! You chose to! She screamed at him, her voice raised in anger as tears, hot and angry streamed down her tanned cheeks. You werent here, you know nothing of what he did! She countered, eyes flashing with passion. Please tell them that I protected myself from a lustful man who assumed hed gain an easy target from my household! Try me soldier and you shall befall the same fate as your brother soldier. You are a coward and a disgrace to the roman empire coming to the house of women to hunt for men which we have none, save my father. She sneered at him from the doorway. Im grown enough, it is you who need to grow and learn, yet still earn his place among the mighty! She yelled after him in the dark. The room was sealed, it was her bedroom after all, they left it for cleaning in the morning and she and the Helots returned to the main house to sleep. They righted everything the next morning, Zosime among the Helots, cleaning in her brown farm dress. Her anger didnt dwindle, instead it burned like a flame inside her chest, how dare this vile man come into her bedroom and try to take what didnt belong to him, then his friend defends him for being the one to try and harm her. Though her family sent out a meal with the rest of the spartan community, she wanted to add poison when shed heard his father spouting the innocence of his son. She hated the attention and shied from it, unless it was someone she had need to show respect to. As always, most facts were askew and made her look better or like a man killer. She tried righting and not garnering sympathies, however most wouldnt let her talk. The fertility festival was one of those times. She wore the traditional garb of a single, childless female. A smile plastered to her painted lips and lined eyes gazing out on the sea of available males. However, one caught her eye as he sent a look of disdain her direction. In this moment, she did not recognize him right away. She steered clear of him as well but partook in the merriment of the festival and all it had to offer the young woman. Though she did feel slightly bad for the misguided soldier, he had lost someone he was close to and in a manner not befitting a soldier of Sparta. A letter arrived, sealed the next morning for her. As soon as she saw the seal, she knew its contents and fear filled her heart. She wasnt sure she was ready to be a bride, but Ephor Lycurgus was the best at matches and knew what he was doing to secure the future for Sparta and all of its inhabitants. Let the preparations begin, She whispered, more to herself than anyone else. The night of the empty moon she would lose herself to another, giving him the only thing, she had left to give. Her heart thundered behind her breast at the wondering of who he was that would claim her. Unlike most marriages of the time, no information was given other than a location for which to be claimed. Biting her lip, she wondered if this were a test, to see if she were strong enough to handle marriage without the typical means of communication. She could veto it, but then again it was a respectable elder and she wasnt apt to do so. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her thoughts and prepared herself for the change that would soon come. Not that it was too much save for she would possibly be with child within the year and casually find out who the father was walking down the road. Perhaps she would be given his name at their meeting place.