Thread: LADY SLAVE (DEVIANTDESIRE & OGION)

Nairia tried her best to keep a highborn lady's composure as she heard the cries and clamor coming from the other side of her door. The wailing coming from the king's young twin daughters, who had been locked up along with her, did little to help put her at ease. Perhaps they had heard the rumors that whirled about the castle, that their royal mother had opened her own throat rather than face the imminent fate of spreading her legs for the uncouth barbarians. The twins had just seen their sixteenth birthdays just a week before the first rumors of marauders had been heard, and were still maidens as far as Nairia knew...Though not for long, she suspected. Three priestesses, modestly garbed and wearing the holy symbol of a sun about their necks, sat with the two young royals, the oldest, matronly one singing a song about the Gods to attempt to comfort them, while the two younger, golden-haired ones seemed equally as terrified as the princesses, though were able to hold back their tears in the least. Nairia's gorgeous lady-in-waiting, Abetha, sat close beside her, a hand on Nairia's thigh to comfort her. The eighth, and only man, in the room was a gruff old guard, Kedric. He was known to be a mighty warrior in his day, and certainly cut the figure, though the gray streaks through his otherwise dark hair betrayed that his age would hold him back in the coming battle. Still, he clutched his longsword dutifully, ready for the moment that the group was discovered. Like the other women excepting the priestesses, Nairia was dressed in a loose-fitting white sleeping gown, as the city had finally been lost in the dead of night. Early morning was breaking now, as the inner castle fell. The morning light falling on her, along with the scant garment that clung to her with the cold-sweat that had come when she had been roused from her bed, showed well the young, nubile body Nairia possessed. Crimson locks fell in waves down a good few inches passed her shoulders, darker auburn streaks intermixed with them. Her skin is pale, darkened only by a smattering of reddish freckles across her cheeks. Skinny and lacking any significant musculature, to better show the lack of physical labor she's faced throughout life, she stood shorter than most women. The swell of her chest was generous for her thin figure, her breasts accentuated by their youthful perkiness and her flat stomach. They are not so large as to look out of place on her, however. Slim hips had the gentle curves of a fully grown woman, but her rear end was still quite small in size, and taut. The young redheaded noble, rather than feeling fear or sympathy for those around her, cursed her luck for even being here. Less than a year back, she had lived in a completely different city. Her father, one of the king's most trusted lords, was called to court to help him deal with the encroaching raiders. Nairia's deviant reputation was well spoken of here, with rumors of an affair outside of marriage with one of her highborne cousins, and yet another with her lady-in-waiting. It annoyed her, but she'd be lying to say there was no truth to the rumors. A few months later, and this 'Barbarian Problem' had expanded to the gates of the capital itself. The siege had only been a few days long, with only the inexperienced young and too old to fight guards and knights left behind. Now, the storm had come to the castle itself. Nairia did not know what to feel. It would be beneath a highborn lady as herself to fear a dirty barbarian...And yet these men seemed to care little of titles or royal blood.