Thread: A Dragon's Desires (PsionicCuttlefish & Collector of Rarities)

Princess Charlotte or, as her mother so affectionately called her, Charlie was not particularly happy to be chained to the slab of white marble. Many people in her position might have been terrified, but Charlotte was still in the anger stage of her denial. Everyone had betrayed her her father, her mother, all of her sisters, her brothers and even her subjects. When the dragon had first threatened the land and demanded a maiden of royal birth, most everyone had looked at Charlotte. It wasn't even that she didn't have sisters of marriageable age Janice and Felicia were both old enough to be in her place, but the moment the dragon's demands reached their ears both had begged their father, King Harald, not to send them. Even her brothers and mother had simply assumed that the dragon wanted the eldest daughter and had not stopped for a moment to consider any alternative. She could have forgiven her subjects if they had simply pressured her father to send one of his daughters, any of his daughters, but even they had insisted that she specifically be sent. So here she was, chained to a slab of white marble. Charlotte had often been praised for surpassing even her mother's beauty she stood at five feet and four inches with long red hair that had been done up in braids that trailed around her head and coiled in the back in an intricate bun. Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald green and her figure was the very definition of femininity all large, gentle curves that drew the eye along their length and covered in creamy, unblemished white skin. Her face, usually praised for its beautiful and noble features, was currently contorted into a scowl that would make children cry at the sight of it. She wore a simple, but elegant white dress with gold trim. She would have been dressed more extravagantly had the journey to the marble slab not been so far and the risk of the dress being damaged not been so high. Her arms were restrained by manacles that held her arms high above her head, giving her a very small range of movement and forcing her to stand perfectly straight to alleviate the pressure on her wrists. The cruelest irony was that the key to her bonds was around her neck. It made sense from a practical standpoint, as it would allow the dragon an easy and safe way to remove her from her bonds, but it also served as a cruel taunt to Charlotte to place the means of her freedom so close, yet so out of reach. As she heard the sound of beating wings approaching, Charlotte's anger finally wavered. She was still human, after all, and any human would be terrified by a massive beast such as Kaelcheron. Charlotte had heard stories of dragons she'd heard of their massive size and fearsome breath that could level villages and burn a man to cinders, but it was one thing to simply hear of a creature like that and another thing entirely to see it. It was difficult to process that she was being given to a creature that was twice the size of a house. Her breathing quickened and her eyes went wide with panic as Kaelcheron landed and she began struggling against her shackles in a desperate attempt to escape. She had no idea what plans the creature before her had in mind for her, but it was difficult to think that he intended her to be anything more than a meal when she could so easily see his massive fangs, which could tear through armor like paper.