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

When the servants were let into the door Marissa glared at Marcus. You're late, she said, obviously not realizing that he was in fact, early. Perhaps it was just that she didn't care. Queen Eliza smirked as she observed the tone her daughter was taking with the boy. She was beginning to see a resemblance in the young man to his father...a man the queen both loved and hated. She felt a surge of renewed anger at Marcus' father. Of course, no one knew who Marcus truly was. The men who the queen had charged to kidnap the child and fake his death so long ago were dead. Everyone thought that Marcus was an orphaned child of some slave who was graced with the life of a castle boy. No one knew that he had royal blood in him. You should punish him properly once we are done here, Queen Eliza whispered to Princess Marissa. Otherwise that slave boy will start to slack off, and then you'll have to have him flogged to straighten him out. Of course, Mama. The princess smiled at Marcus before turning to the tailor to be measured for her dresses. A few hours later King Thorean and his entourage returned to the castle with the large buck. Princess Teresa had managed to track it after it had bolted again, the third time since it's initial injury the previous night. The men with the king took the beast to the kitchen to be dressed out. Good work, the king said to his younger daughter. We'll make a son of you yet! Teresa laughed. It had been a long-standing joke between the two of them. Don't worry, Father. With how quickly your eyesight and memory are fading you'll be believing that I'm your son in no time. Her eyes danced when she got a chuckle from a few of her father's knights. If you'll excuse me, father, I need to make myself presentable. She leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. I'll see you at supper. She passed her sister's room on the way to her own and noticed that Marcus wasn't at his usual post. She could hear the laughter inside the room obviously Marissa was doing something fun in there. Princess Teresa opened the door swiftly, hoping to catch her sister doing something unseemly. In fact, she was being measured by the tailor while the queen watched. All eyes turned to the door. What is it? Queen Eliza asked, eying her younger daughter with disdain. The manly clothing and dirt were completely uncalled for on a princess. Why are you dressed like a boy, Teresa? Do you think that smelling of sweat and dirt is the new fashion? Marissa chortled from her pedestal. No, mother. Forgive me. Teresa curtsied as best as she could in the pants. She needed something to cover her motives for barging in. Her eyes lit upon Marcus. I need the boy. Princess Marissa frowned. I'm using him right now. No you're not. You've got all of them, she waved her hands at the tailor, his four assistants, and the two beauticians in the room. I just need the one worthless slave to attend to me. Surely you can spare such as he for me? With a snarl the elder girl waved her off. Take him. But I want him back tonight he has some punishment coming for being tardy. Teresa nodded and looked at Marcus. Come on, she said, turning away and walking briskly to her own chambers. She was irritated and frustrated, and worse, she knew that she looked unkempt compared to her sister. That next week was to be a ball, a coming of age ball for her sister, actually. She was now twenty and ready to be courted by eligible men. Teresa was still considered a child at merely eighteen, and she felt like it compared to her regal-looking sister. Marissa was elegant. She had thick, red hair and flashing green eyes. Her nose turned up at the end and her fingers were femininely tapered. Her waist was delicate, and her skin...well, it could only be described as angelic. Teresa , on the other hand, had flat brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was more tanned from hours outside on the back of a horse. She was thicker than her sister more sturdy and strong, certainly, but not as lithe as her sister. She also inherited her father's square shoulders and strong jawline. Most people would describe her as handsome, whereas Marissa was....beautiful.