Thread: Winning a Kingdom (Xavierrol and Emmie)

If you were a prisoner of my father, your value would be spoiled just as easily, if not more so. Without you leading them your men would fall apart. You would hold more value as a dead man. Whereas I hold more value as a living and willing accomplice of yours. The question is, will you be wise enough to see that? She was surprised to see the smith had not left the tent as she had thought, instead simply moving behind her and out of sight to begin his work. She heard him working just as Xavier pulled her onto his lap. It was a rather shocking business to her. She had not sat on a mans lap since she had been a toddler, and remembered none of it. Thearia had been surrounded by men her entire life. Her mother had passed away in childbirth along with the baby when she was three years old. Except for her female maids, that was the end of any feminine influence in her life. Her father had been her idol. Once out of the nursery at age eight she had been surrounded by armed guards. Her tutors had all been male. And yet all of her encounters with men had been on her own terms. Never before had a man dared be so free with her, and Thearia swiftly learned she had no defenses against what he did to. She just sat in bewildered consternation as her supple young body responded enthusiastically to his hands, her nipples hardening, aching under the touch of his battle-roughened fingers on her soft skin. Between her legs her flesh moistened like a whore. Her eyes lifted to the smith who stood in front of them now working, and her face grew hot with shame. The man tried to work and stare at the same time, and she SAW his eyes drop to where her sleek thighs were spread, her most intimate part displayed for this common man to view as if she were nothing but a silly peasant girl. It was simply unendurable. She TRIED not to resist, sensing that it was the wrong move. But she was unable to keep it up. Fortunately just as her legs began to close, Xavier stood up anyway, setting her off his lap. She tried to ignore the bulge pressing against her naked ass as he walked her to anvil. Grimly obeying, hot with humiliation, promising herself vengeance in the near future. Slow, painful vengeance that would surely involve the removal of that hard lump in his pants. She stiffened as the rough hairs on his arm scraped against her soft inner flesh, gritting her teeth as she fought the urge to fight him. She had never been trained in combat her ever present cadre of guards was to ensure the need for her to fight would never be present. Unable to express her fury at Xavier she directed it towards the smith who was openly staring as Xavier fitted the belt on her. The smith was no man who would give place to any woman, especially not a captive princess. But Xavier had not given any indication of how he wanted this woman treated, and the dark fury that met his eyes soon had him dropping his own eyes, uncertain of how to respond to it. That small victory appeased the almost painful shame in her chest, and when the smith quickly left after being dismissed Thearia was able to hold her head up high once again, meeting Xaviers darker eyes evenly. Of course. The peasants are content with their lot. Our ministers made sure they were treated fairly by the village officials. They are not educated, and they live simple lives. They do not care for those lives to be disrupted. They fear you, and rightfully so. To them, my father and I represent safety and stability. So yes, my meeting with the village officials and perhaps introducing you as their new King would go a long way to appeasing the peasants and ensuring they remain to attend to their duties. Negotiating naked definitely took some getting used too. It was a constant struggle to stay alert and focused and not obsess about her nakedness. The belt helped it hid her most intimate part and rested comfortably on her body. As for my requirement if you want me to act the part, then I must hold the title. You will take me as your wife, so I am not simply a mere slavegirl. That had been everyones biggest worry, especially hers. The demand for her had not dictated the terms of her surrender. He had promised her nothing in return for her being delivered to her. No guarantee of her safety or status.