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Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Marcus casually nodded, mentally making a note to add both 'items' to the palace's tab, which needed to be paid before they left the square. He approached two of the guards, informing them of Saren's commands and trusted them with the task of keeping the elven girl in the prince's room, no matter how much she would complain, fight and cry for it. The guards were slightly confused, but accepted their commands, waiting for Marcus to send the elf over with the proper gift. Tari softly argued, but Marcus ordered her to control herself, refusing to be embarrassed in front of the royals and sent her off with the dagger and a light pat on her behind. The elf nearly wheeled around again, but instead she held herself back, using more self control then she really needed to, and started off to the prince's room. When she arrived, she scowled at the door for the longest time, dreading what sort of room was on the other side. Disrespectfully chopped trees turned into furniture for the rich, a young, dead grizzly on the floor to warm Saren's feet in the morning. Most of it made her sick just thinking about it. But she straightened herself and knocked on the door. It was awkward to be firm and steady when wearing clothes that were not her own, but Tari swore to herself she would pull it off. She had to be, to show the prince she wasn't just another one of his mindless, drooling women.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren heard the knock at his door not too long after stepping into his room, no doubt it was the beautiful Eluch'l waiting to be let in. He was eager to have words with her, to see who she really was, and as he approached the door he looked around his room, for one of the first times finding himself curious if it was good enough. Sure he was a prince but his room was rather unique, no great gems or fine oils such as his family had. There was a large bed, made of all the best fabrics and put up on an oak frame, a single large set of drawers for whatever clothing he would need. He had a chest full of odds and ends, ranging from odd little toys he had picked up to trinkets of assorted value. And then there was a table on the wall across from the balcony, beneath it was long trunk, inside lay his weapons and armor kept to the highest standards and looked after by Saren personally. Other than that a few books lay on top of the table, along with a few scraps of paper and his flute. Nothing special, no peasants room but at the same time it had nothing ornamental either. He wasn't the kind to keep trophies or luxurious items meant only for observing. He shrugged, presentable or not it was too late now and he had a far more pressing concern to attend to. So he walked over to the door and opened it up, a smirk on his face as he lay eyes on the beauty. Well hello again Eluch'l, I am pleased to have your company. Come in. He made sure to pronounce her name perfectly again, taking her hand afterwards and walking her into the room. He of course closed the door behind them to give at least the air of privacy and only when they were a bit into the room did he turn to her again. His eyes looked into hers and he kept her hand in his, the smirk still present on his face. Tell me, how did a woman so beautiful as yourself become the property of such a disgusting little cretin as Marcus? His voice was calm, his eyes unwavering, he had to get a feel for her and see what exactly she was going to do now that she was in his room. Surely she was not stupid, she had to know what he thought, he never held his tongue, he made it clear he found her stunning and if his words didn't explain that enough his roaming eyes would. She also must know what Marcus was expecting, what he would be charging for, the question was, would she do like most women, slaves and free alike, did in front of him, or would she show herself to be different and not fall before him without question.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

The very first thing Tari did was to look around the room, taking note of what sort of things were in the room. No dead bear, but certainly a tree was made into his bed. And desk. And chest. Well, at least it wasn't a bear. The woman did enter the room when she was lead, but quickly tugged her hand away. Distance, she warned again before handing the sword out to the man, sheath side towards him, as to not allow him to use it on her right away. She didn't say a word until Marcus was brought up. Her head turned swiftly at the question and she studied the prince carefully before even thinking about answering him. He captured me, she told him honestly. I don't like it any more then any of the other slaves there. But, as Seran could figure, there was nothing they could do about it. The whole group of them were stuck in the command of one of the creepier men in the history of gypsy life. She paused and swiftly responded with a question of her own. And why else did you invite us here? she asked, arching a thin eyebrow.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren liked the feisty attitude displayed by Eluch'l, tugging her hand away was cute to him, the 'disrespect' as some would call it was simply fun to the young prince. He said nothing of it though, simply smiling as he took the sheathed dagger and walked over to the table, placing it down before turning back around. When she began to talk about Marcus capturing her he listened closely, walking back over towards her, ignoring the 'distance' issue. She seemed to not know why else they were invited though, possibly because she didn't understand human ways or perhaps she was simply innocent but honestly it didn't matter. In fact it was rather despicable what he was doing, inviting the woman to his room, but he wanted what he wanted. He looked at her and moved his hand, touching her arm very gently, his hand feeling her soft skin. Like I said, you are a very beautiful woman Eluch'l and as a beautiful woman you have caught my interest. Though I admit... You're different from the type I usually fancy. Just by looking at you I can tell that you won't be so... Easy. Saren smirked, suddenly a wonderful idea came into his head, easy or not he was going to make sure she understood exactly what was going on. He slowly began walking around behind her, leaning in close to her ear when he was directly behind, whispering gently, That pig Marcus, all I had to do was ask him to send you to my chambers and he did, without hesitation, and guess what he is charging me for... Saren gave her a moment to try and figure it out on her own before speaking, He is charging me for the price of your body... Charging me for sex, no hesitation, and apparently he didn't even tell you of his sell of that which is so precious. Saren moved his hand lower, brushing it along her hip and even close to her inner thigh before walking a few steps away, not stupid enough to think she wouldn't try something. Of course she had few options, escaping wasn't one, the door was closed and guards were posted in the hall, and if she tried to attack him, well despite his attitude and title he was a better fighter than any of the knights of his kingdom and had proven his skill many a times. Once a bit away he turned back around, a few steps between himself and the Elf. He looked her up and down slowly, deliberately lingering on certain areas of her nearly perfect body. Of course I have been considering making sure he has nothing to say about you ever again. He said before focusing his eyes back to her face, watching for a reaction, a punch or just harsh words... Or the subservience he was so use to but so disliked.
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As soon as Saren's hand grazed her arm, she knew what he wanted. He didn't have to go any further, but he seemed to feel the need just to drive his point home. With each dripping word, she grew more aggravated, but she was careful to keep her face as emotionless as possible, keeping her careless-about-you bluff up. That is, until he began to touch. Her hand snapped towards his, but he was swift and smart. She was half expecting a move like that, but didn't bother to try to move any further. Better to pull a 'stupid' then to over react right away. That was later on when she did make a double move, he's expect it just a little less. The man was skilled though, she could feel that from what parts of his hand he used and how he moved. Half of her was impressed while the other half was just disgusted by the idea of having anything to do with mating with this man. She was far from a common prostitute and there was no way she would sit -or in this case, lay- by and allow herself to be taken in exchange for money. She waited until the man had paused before making her move. He was expecting it, she could see it in his face. This would be tricky she had just one chance to pull it off. So you're telling me, that you could make him leave me alone. Forever? she questioned, remaining in her place. And you think that I haven't tried that? Her words turned harsh in less then a second. I am not a common whore for your use, she demanded. Certainly not for a spoiled child like you. She crossed over to him with a ranger's speed, tightly latching her hand onto his throat, squeezing ever so slightly on his carotid artery, pushing against his pulse. Even if he was stronger then her, which she didn't doubt one bit, this would affect the blood flow even just for a small amount of time. You will do no such thing to me.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren couldn't help but take notice of her small movement before he walked off, it was just the beginning and he was sure of it, he was prepared for whatever she had planned. She began speaking to him but there was something, maybe just intuition, but he didn't believe her words were the main response to his action and revelation. Main reaction or not she did get quite harsh, calling him a spoiled child. Of course her not being a 'common whore' was correct, in fact thinking of her as a whore had never crossed her mind, no she was a jewel, beautiful and rare, not common in the least. It was only after she was done getting angry that she made her move, darting towards him with speed that he had seen before of the more agile soldiers but never quite to the extent of the woman. It had to be because of her heritage, the quick speed of the Elves, he had never seen it before but it was definitely surprising. Saren was not one to be caught off guard by this type of attack, even as precise as it was, her hand squeezing in the perfect place to choke him efficiently. It was only panic that would make such an attack lethal, especially when the woman was smaller. Saren managed a smirk even in such a situation before he reached in and grabbed her arm, squeezing on it tightly and then using his other hand to spinning her around violently. Sure he wouldn't hurt her but he would not allow her to hurt him either. Once he spun her around her wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her in close to his body, his voice firm and a little heavy from her little attack. The thing is beautiful... I could simply take you if that was what I wanted. I could simply throw you on the bed right now and rape you... His voice got a bit angrier near the end but he calmed himself, his other hand moving down and touching her thigh again, Now... Let me be clear. I am going to buy you from that man and he would not bother you ever again. Then he released her, his hand moving from her thigh as he gently pushed her away. He took a deep breath before rubbing his neck. Does that sound so bad Eluch'l, I mean a prince has to be better than a gypsy, at least if you're going by titles He said with a wink as he stretched, in his mind listing off all the other ways he was better for his own benefit. His appearance, wealth, bedroom abilities, combat skills, intelligence, the list went on. Some may call it narcissism but Saren liked to think of it simply as the truth, even for this elf who seemed so hostile as to attack him had to understand that. Then again even if she didn't, he had already decided that she was his and Saren always got what he wanted, especially when it was such a beautiful woman, and to him, her personality was a plus.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari bit back her response, a small cry of surprise, and held perfectly still as Saren held her. She took that time to take a mental note about how he felt. He had muscle, like any other warrior, and it was placed properly to fit one of a swordsman. His words was what got her though. Rape was something that was rarely done in her culture. The elves were polite folk who were more about respectfully seducing each other into sex and there was rarely a risk of even having a chance to rape another. Her mind panicked, which caused her body to tighten against Saren's own. If she were to be raped by anyone, her family would be marked by their village and Tari would be an outcast. They wouldn't force her to leave the village, but caution would be taken when speaking to the tainted woman. The elf knew it was completely possible that Saren could do exactly what he was suggesting and she cautioned herself from then on. She took a step or two when pushed and turned on her heel to face the man again. She caught the action and smirked ever so slightly, knowing she had at least hurt him an ounce, which was enough for her, at the moment. You may be, she responded. But what advantage is that to me? I would rather be trapped by gypsies then kept by a narcissistic prince. Her words hadn't stung like she had hoped, but it was honest. I doubt Marcus would allow you to actually keep me. He is, after all, a lying gypsy.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren had felt the way she responded when he mentioned rape, as any woman would she seemed to tense up, but that was not the way Saren worked. Even a prince such as himself had honor and forcing anything on a woman was the most disgusting thing he could imagine. Of course it wasn't only his honor that held him back but also the fact that having the woman want him was part of it, he wanted that and forcing it would not cause such a thing, especially with someone as strong and proud as Eluch'l, or so he assumed. So the simple truth was he would not rape her, use the threat to warn her sure but he wouldn't do it. It did piss him off a bit when she said she would rather be trapped by gypsies than kept by him though, not that being called narcissistic really mattered to him, but the idea that staying with that dirty cretin Marcus was better than being around him was not something he particularly cared to be told. He didn't say anything right off though, instead he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking over to her with a confused expression. I find it interesting that you think I am less appealing than Marcus. No, actually I don't find it interesting, I find it annoying... He paused for a moment and then looked up at her with a slightly angry tone in his voice, So... If I am worse than him I suppose that I will have to act in such a way. Now, I can buy you from him, the greedy little bastard will no doubt ask for quite a sum for a beauty such as yourself, but he cannot deny me if he wishes to visit here again and he knows that. I was going to do this because I found you interesting and deserving of more than becoming a mere 'common whore', as Marcus will no doubt make you one way or another since he believes I am currently breaking you in... Saren smirked, there was a but coming on, But... Since you see me as the worse option than the gypsies who will sell you to every man with a spare coin I don't feel so generous anymore. Saren stood up and walked over to Eluch'l and reached his hand up, touching her cheek gently. Now, you can ask me to save you politely and kiss me to seal the deal, or... Saren began walking towards the door and stood next to it, his hand on the handle, I can send you back to that man and tell him that you were less than satisfactory. Saren let his anger get the better of him but he wasn't going to back down, Eluch'l would either realize that he was offering her something that was much more grand than her current setup or she would leave because of her pride, an option that would not be good for the beautiful elf, god knows Marcus would not be happy with a bad review from their generous host.
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The elf paused, still studying Saren, her eyes narrowing and widening once again. At just the idea of returning to the gypsies, her stomach turned in a way that she didn't enjoy. She was always taught to follow her gut instinct when it came to everything in life, and right now, it was telling her to do what her brain was against. Her mind was insisting that she leave and stay with the gypsies, hoping that there was a way out, but at the same time, she knew there was a little chance that she could actually get away. She stood, awkwardly in the middle of his room as her mind began to race. For the first time in her life, she stood with her guard down, in the presence of someone else. Her mind was quickly made up and she turned to the prince, taking a few steps towards the door. But she stopped, staring at the plain, blank wood. If you dare to ever treat me like how you claim Marcus will, I will kill you. She turned to the prince, her green eyes full of promise and even rage. But don't give me back to the gypsies.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren was rather pleased when she stopped short of the door, that was all he needed to confirm what came next. She was so beautiful a woman, her green eyes full of spirit and that was something that most people lacked these days. Of course she made promises she couldn't keep, saying she would kill him. She could try but she would never succeed, Saren was too powerful a person and too skilled a fighter to let her kill him, then again a woman easily put his guard down. At least she had made a decision though, she wanted to be away from the gypsies and apparently he wasn't such a bad option after all. The prince smirked, pulling her close to him by the arm, so close that their bodies were practically touching. I won't give you back to the gypsies... But you're forgetting that we have to seal the deal my darling... Without warning her leaned in and kissed Eluch'l, his lips pressing against hers and it was not the kiss of a beginner. He was wise though, she wasn't captured by his charm yet, he had to move slowly. The kiss satisfied him but he felt the need to make things clear so the Elf knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Now, while I will promise you that I will treat you well and never sell you to any man, nor let any man lay his hands on you, remember that you will be mine. That means if I tell you something you will do it and that you will try your best not to cause too much trouble. Saren finished, not asking her if she would, trusting that Eluch'l knew her position. Instead he went over and opened the door, looking to one of the guards, Bring Marcus to me when you get a chance. He then closed the door and turned back to Eluch'l, Now, let's see about making you mine. He said with a grin, eyeing his 'prize' of sorts happily, it was time to get what he wanted.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari's hands met Saren's chest, pushing on it enough to keep her body from touching his more then she desired it to. A slight scowl crossed her face at just the idea of sealing the deal, but she had her honour to uphold. She kept her end of the 'deal' and when Saren did kiss her, she returned it, just enough to show that she was serious about refusing to return to the gypsies and that she would go as far as to try to kill the man if he went further then she was comfortable. But she'd give him a good chance before risking the dungeon for a simple slip up. When Saren began to list what her job was now, she pushed against the man's chest to back away from him once again, but met his arm instead. She said nothing to go against what he was telling her but she looked quite cross at just the idea of it all. She turned back to the man and frowned. Don't look at me that way, she demanded. I don-- There was a knock on the door and a guard called through to the prince. Your highness. Marcus is here for you. With another gift...
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren was all to pleased that Eluch'l had reciprocated the kiss, at the very least he could say that she was serious about the entire ordeal and that was the first step. He knew there was a long way to go though, her resistance to being too close to him making that obvious. He would be patient, as patient as a spoiled prince could be but he would give it a shot, for while she would be difficult to attain he knew she was well worth it. She was proud though and that was obvious, so proud he couldn't help but poke fun at her. I will look at you whatever way I like beautiful... Besides, it is what I am thinking about while looking that you should really worry about... He said as he moved a hand and touched her cheek again, giving her a pleased look before the knock at the door came. It wasn't that he hadn't known Marcus would rush or anything of the sort but he did wish for a bit more time to play with Eluch'l, though he would soon have as much time as he wanted. He would not have the meeting be delayed despite wanting to have more fun, there would be time for that. So Saren went over to the door and opened it up, looking to his guard and giving a slight nod before waving Marcus in and walking back over to Eluch'l side. He would let Marcus speak first, especially if the man had come to deliver another gift, something that while Saren had a feeling he wouldn't have need of, would be rude to refuse straight up. Plus, if he made Marcus angry now it would be much more difficult to obtain Eluch'l fairly and while he was willing to risk a bit of an incident over her, it would be best to obtain the gorgeous woman fairly and maintain a good relationship with the gypsies, especially since, while they were not particularly powerful, they had some things he had a liking for.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari scoffed as the guard returned and swiftly looked to it, moving quite a bit away from the both the door and the men when she was released. Marcus slid into the room, moving like the snake of a man he was. His hands were gripping something behind his back, hidden from sight, and for a good reason.. His smile grew as his eyes darted around the room and took in what the prince had inside. I believe we have the means to decorate your room properly, your highness, he suggested. If you would care to come look at our selection before we part. That business could wait though. There was the elf at hand and who was far more important then some simple decoration. Are you enjoying our Elven beauty? he asked with a smug grin. Quite a spirit she has there, no? I believe a prince like you could break her in no time. Tari rebelled with her harsh Elven tongue, comparing the man to one of the slugs commonly found in the lakes around the castle. Marcus simply laughed before directing his attention back to Saren. Yes, you have the means. Care to have her? he asked, creeping forward towards the 'couple'. Typically she would be quite expensive, but I could part with her for the night for... He paused, allowing his eyes to run over the woman. How does four hundred gold sound? he asked. Including a command chain. He held out his hand, allowing a thin silver chain necklace to fall from his fist. In case you don't want the fight she'll give you. You don't dare! Tari argued, stomping forward, thrusting her hand forward towards the man. Marcus's deep laugh filled the room once again. Forgetting something? he questioned, raising an eyebrow. What do you say, your highness?