Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Eyes as green as precious emeralds and hair as dark as the night, the Daughter of the Duke of Rutland is certainly quite the looker. The burly bald headed male uttered to the cloaked figure that he had cornered in an alleyway near the outskirts of a small town. He wreaked of mead and sweat and looked as though he had taken one too many hits given the scarring on his face and arms. Despite the hood of her cloak, the moon light gave her away those eyes. The girl had mesmerizing eyes, to say the least. The Duke of Rutland had put a nice bounty out for the return of his daughter and only heir. Politics was no more than a filthy game and for none more so than her own family. The girl was so ashamed and enraged at the thought of the swill that flowed through her very veins that it sickened her. Hey! Bitch! Ah, that was right. This drunkard wanted a piece of priceless flesh before returning her for a reward. With a heavy sigh she swiftly kicked the man between his slightly parted legs and made a run for it. The forest was dense and the idiot was so drunk that there had to be no way that he could find her here. With her back against the tree the noble caught her breath and listened to her surroundings. The moon pierced the balcony of the forest and only the natural sounds of the night reached her ears. The hood of her cloak was removed and long black tresses cascaded down to her waist. Soft hands that appeared to have never worked a day in their lives raked through those loose locks. An emerald that mimicked the spark in her eyes sat nested in the valley of her breasts, which were hugged by a common blue dress that clung to her body and flowed at the waist. Her attire had been swapped along the way to help evade those looking for her. A new life is all I ask. The words were barely a whisper in the most melodious of tones. A fan of lashes closed as the girl continued to try to collected herself while thinking of where to venture next, but upon opening her eyes, the girls heart nearly came to a full stop. Two men stood before her. Not a sound was made to warn her of their advances, and yet they were dressed rather fine. She wants a new life William. The pale skinned male with the slicked back brown locks uttered as though she couldn't understand what they were saying. She's a looker, that's for sure and.... no screams yet.... you think he'd love her? The thicker young male uttered in a hearty tone as his eyes unrelentingly looked over the young lass. It's really win win for us either way. If he doesn't.... then, we will. As eerie as the conversation sounded, the girl just had to know. You can give me a new life? Curiosity may very well kill the cat, but she had to check her options. Both males laughed. For such a young appearance she found herself noticing their well toned behavior, almost like a maturity beyond their ages. Our friend can help you hide. If he likes you, then you'd never go back to your old life. Let's go. Her words had to have been quite the surprise, because after she put her hood back up and looked over her shoulder, both men were slightly slack jawed and as still as statues. Well, let's not keep him waiting. Both men escorted the girl quite a ways into the forest. At one point she was blindfolded. Like we said... private. It did cross her mind that she could be taken back into the clutches of her merciless father, but the second she felt goosebumps dancing across every inch of her exposed flesh, she knew that that wasn't the case. Soft whispers could be heard and when the blindfold was removed, her eyes had to adjust, but when they did she stood before a set of large double doors that were being opened. Short heeled footstep clicked across the cold hard floor and her two escorts walked just a little ways behind her no restraints, no force needed. Both men bent down on one knee and bowed their heads causing the girl to wonder, just who this man was. She requested to see you. She requested a new life and.. given her looks...we brought her to you. Those eyes looked from the men and to the eyes of the man that they were addressing. There was no avoiding his gaze. Her deceased mother once told her that the eyes were the window to a person's soul and if that were the case, then there was not much left in this handsome man. My name is Isabella, and you are? Her words were polite, forthright, and yet she was cautious. The girl was not so ignorant as to not think of the possible worst case scenarios, then again, she had no idea just who let alone what she was dealing with.