Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Lavinia grunted as she was shoved to the ground, falling to her hands and knees. She sat up in the crumpled mess and ruin of what used to the be the confidently and strong standing throne room. She feared for the worst to happen to her, failing her lady and doubting her. Would the princess really choose Lavinia over herself? Her chin lowered, Delilah endured the scrutiny, the laughter and jeers of his comrades around her from her embarrassing show of desperation. But she had meant it. Shed do anything he wanted if it meant saving Lavinia from a fate worse than death. She didnt know if she would be able to stand what awaited her, but perhaps just the fact she did something different, unselfish and for someone else for once in her life would be enough strength for her to cope with what she was being propositioned in doing. It was either strip down to her barest purity in front of these scoundrels that were hardly worth calling men for their behavior or force Lavinia to succumb to a fate that was unbecoming of her. She deserved better and if Delilah could deliver on thatperhaps mercy would shine down on her and forgive her for her sins and the sins of her father. Lifting her chin, the princess broke free of the men holding her back and she stepped toward this wicked man. If you so wish it. The words were a hiss from her. Then it shall be done. She bit out. No, my lady Delilah looked back at Lavinia and shook her head. I once told you Id do anything for you. Do you doubt me to ever go back on my word, my promise and vow, to you? Lavinias eyes watered. She understood the severity of what Delilah was going to do and for her but it still broke her heart. It was a true ultimatum. Turning back to him, Delilah held his gaze with as much strength as she could with her own. Without saying anything further, her hands moved to the back of her stained dress, easily untying the laces, as if she had done so herself without help. Once they were undone, she pulled the front of her dress which easily gave way and loosened so she could pull the sleeves down her arms. The stained powder blue garment fell down around her, revealing her gossamer petticoat and corset. She made quick work to untie the laces at the front of the corset, as well as untying it from her petticoat which she loosened as well. The silk tresses gave way, pooling around her bare ankles, revealing the thinnest of chiffon materials of a see through slip. It left very little to the imagination, the blonde curls between her legs slightly showing through. Pulling her corset from her body, she shoved it down to the ground, her voluptuous and pert breasts revealed to him, pink nipples catching the cool air and hardening slightly from the change of temperature. Untying the thin slip, the chiffon material tumbled down to her ankles, joining her dress and petticoat in the lying rubble and ruin on the ground. Lifting her arms, she unpinned the hair net from the back of her head, letting the jeweled pins fall to the ground like they were nothing, along with the hairnet. Untying the ribbon at the end of her braid, she untangled her long blonde hair from their bonds, thick tresses lying down to the middle of her back, not obscuring the sight of her rounded bottom from view to the cavemen behind her. Lavinia looked away from the sight of her lady, her best friend and a couple of tears trickled down her cheeks. It was an honor most certainly bestowed upon her and yet a looming guilt hung over her. Had she just failed her best friend, her princess? Kneeling down, Delilah picked up the crown jewels and draped them around her neck, letting it be the only thing she wore. It was a symbol of the power she believed she still held. It was strong enough apparently to grant Lavinia clemency, even though Delilah had to take her place. It was a small price to pay, otherwise the guilt of what she could have otherwise let happen to her best friend would have killed her. She needed her strength. It was all she had now, for she feared for the sake of her purity and honor. Raising her chin, her hands stayed at her side, clenched into tight fists but she didnt back down. Satisfied?