Thread: Hidden Princess (VM and Google)

Amara had been raised as a princess for the most part, taught everything about royalty and how to behave, but her father was cautious and wise. He hid his daughter among the servants, instructing them to teach her so if ever the castle fell she would be well hidden from the enemy. Amara did not understand this at first, but now as her home was taken over by these men and her father slain she knew why he had her taught everything she had been taught. The night of the attack she had been with the other girls who were on break, talking in one of the girl servant chambers when the doors were broken in and the girls seized, although these men were careful not to harm them despite their struggles, knowing that their ruler wanted the pretty ones as unharmed as possible for his pleasure. It actually took a while to get them subdued since servant girls did not fight fair and had many mean tricks before all were taken hold of and sent to be put with the others in the group waiting to be looked at by the new king, small hushed whispers of what was to happen to them filling the small crowd of women. Amara looked to one of her friends who was crying so hard she was hickuping by this point and moved to hold her, whispering to her in elven that she would be alright, and just to adjust as all of them would have to do. Everyone looked around at one another, ladies to one side, trying to avoid being too close to the servants, wanting them to stand out at the higher ups even in these times, but in truth it seemed to be the servants around Amara that were the more beautiful, despite the gems, jewels and nice dresses the maids were naturally more pretty than those of the court, but none would say that and only the servants knew that she was the princess, and none would give her to those brutes no matter how much they demanded. As the doors opened Amara assured her friend on last time that she would be alright and they walked in, lined up row after row for him to look at. Amara was not hard to see, she was one of the four or five with red hair, an unnatural color for her kind, but there were a few more that were servants with the hair color similar, but hers was a deep red, not a ginger red as others had been. The other distinguishing factor about the princess was her liquid silver eyes, the color in them swirling, which she figured he would know was rare and meant she had some magic, and the more silver there was the more magic that one contained, and not many women in the group except for two others had those eyes, but others had darker shades, showing signs of magic, but not as strong, Amaras eyes nearly the color of white gold although she stood only about five foot six inches tall, her body slender and lovely even in the maid attire her C cup breasts giving her more bust than most the women and her hips lead to her curvy rear, but just perfect in even elven males eyes. The women stood there, watching the man in fear, each one with the look on their face saying that they were praying he would not choose her and move onto the next girl. Amara was near the back, the more higher up ladies having been brought in first and then the servants in behind them. Amara was still as she could manage, wanting to get a look at this new king, but not wanting more attention than she would draw to herself by just being still.