Conquest (PM for Invite)

[Ranagan]

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He wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. She was still quite young when they first met, but he knew that the years would be very kind to her, so he waited. As the only daughter of Lord Biron, Kalrin knew that she would have plenty of suitors, but he couldn't stomach the idea of their filthy bodies defiling her. Those closest to Kalrin noticed a change in his mood, and he grew more and more restless as the months passed. Even his wife found her husband cold and detached, and when they did lay together, she knew that his heart and mind were elsewhere. Their sex was rough, and Kalrin only used her to vent his sexual frustrations.

The long Kalrin waited, the more violent he became.

His dreams became more vivid, and his lust for the young girl grew.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Assembling his strongest fighters, Kalrin rode out to challenge Biron, claiming that the elder king had somehow done him wrong. It took several weeks to march towards the enemy gates, but soon they laid siege to the city. Kalrin outright rejected any attempts at peace, and once they broke through the castle defenses he commanded his troops to sack the fortress. With his victory at hand, Kalrin moved into the throne room and sat down. There was just one thing missing: the young princess.

"Bring her to me," he instructed his knights. "I want her alive, do you understand? And unspoiled," he added sternly.

"Yes, sire," they responded, then rose to their feet and saluted. With a smile on his face, Kalrin watched as his men left the throne room and commenced their search. He could only imagine what she looked like now... so fresh and innocent. A gentle flower compared to his coarse visage. Kalrin was now over fifty, and his dark hair was starting to lose some of its color. But his strength and endurance remained, and that was all he cared about.

Well... almost all.

A stirring in his loin reminded him of the one other thing that he desired.

 

[Ruelle]

She held the sword in her hand, her breath coming in heavy, tired pants. They had accused her father of insulting their kind, they had come to her home, her kingdom and destroyed everything. Her eyes narrowed further. Her father offered peaces and their king snubbed it. And now, she was the last person left in this room to protect the children which hid in the secret passage ways of the castle.

“You best give up, princess,” one of the men spoke. “Yer too tired ta even hold da sword.”

The girl looked down at said sword, her gaze moved back up to the brute. Tilting her head as if considering it, she dropped it. “Yes, yes. I suppose fighting with such brutes like you calls for a more strategic sort plan. Can’t see why I was even considering fighting steel against such animals,” the girl shrugged as she moved her hands to the sides of her dress.

Around her wrists were two bracelets but it was the secret of those bracelets that would be the key to her victory. Small needles were wrapped around each hand. The right hand held poisoned ones, and other hand… held needles in which used to stun when pierced through the skin. Which was her goal.

“Ah look lad, the little girl thinks she can fight with—“ the man ceased to speak as she moved with the speed and grace her betroths brother taught her. Her hand was wrapped effectively around his wrist, a needle poised at the visible vein.

“Unless you want your comrade to die, get the hell away from me,” she snapped, hoping they would buy her bluff. Her body trembled, wishing that this was all a bad dream. And probably, they would have believed her, had the children not stepped out of their hiding place, one of Karlin’s knights behind them. Ion, closed her eyes in defeat and released the man.

“Smart girl,” he said and patted the children head. “See kids? The Princess is just playing a game with us. Now why don’t we go down to the kitchen and get something to eat, eh?” He ushered the children out of the room, but stopped next to her. “Our king wants to see you—I suggest you behave like a proper princess for once.”

“I suggest you fu-“ The other man hoisted her into the hair, his arm wrapped tightly around her small waist.

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She was pushed onto the ground in front of him, her hair hiding her face from him. She hadn’t changed much over the years. Her hair was still black as night, her eyes still two different colors, even her skin had not faded from that soft ivory feel. Her body showed no labor or suffering, still smooth and firm.

“Here she is, sire,” the man who threw her down spoke. “She’s a wild one.”

Sophie growled, moving to stand up. The biggest change that was noticeable, was the size of her breast. It was something she was NOT proud off. Many a times, she found ways to make them smaller, not wanting to attract attention.

Her gaze landed on his, her blue and green eyes flashing. “What have you done to my father?” she spat, not caring if he was sitting on the throne or not. “Why the hell have you invaded my home, you swine?” Her hand became fist and moved to strike him, only to have two of his men hold her back, their hands bruising her. She tried to jerk away from them, not looking their looks. She knew they were looking down her chest. It didn’t take a genius to see that.

“What have my people ever done to you to deserve this?”

Something in her mind echoed about the man sitting there. Like a distance memory. Had she met him before, the man sitting on the throne?

 

[Ranagan]

Before the young princess arrived, Kalrin was forced to deal with the rest of the pitiful souls left within the castle, and those that were still strong were given off as slaves, rewarded to those men that had served him faithfully. One of his guard had even managed to ensnare a beautiful young maid, and Kalrin couldn't help but smirk as the pitiful wench pleaded for mercy before being dragged off to serve as a bed-warmer.

At last the new King could hear a commotion coming from the hall without, and moments later Princess Sophie was thrown carelessly onto the floor beneath his feet, her dark hair obscuring her face.

“She’s a wild one,” Kalrin heard his guard say, and the aged king grinned as she rose up onto her feet.

"So I see," Kalrin remarked, and his brown eyes connected with her as she coldly rejected his intrusion. He witnessed firsthand the extent of her fierceness, but his guards were quick to halt her advances, keeping her restrained in front of him. Instead of answering her questions right away, Kalrin took a few moments to simply... stare at her. His eyes traveled down her soft face and slender neck, then landed squarely on her heaving breasts. The dress she wore was regal, but for all its efforts it couldn't hide the swell of her chest. Her flesh was magnificent, and he found himself lost in the deep valley of her cleavage.

“What have my people ever done to you to deserve this?”

Sitting back against the throne, Kalrin looked up towards her face and smirked.

"Your people?" he coldly repeated. "Nothing. But this... this is all because of you," Kalrin added before he sat up and then rose to his feet, his powerful body dwarfing her slender form. With his men holding her back, Kalrin was free to move as close to her as he wished. She certainly was a wild one.

She needed to be tamed.

Kalrin suddenly reached forward, placing a rough hand against both sides of her mouth, fingers pressing in against her cheeks.

"You have something I want," Kalrin growled, squeezing her cheeks once more before letting go, and he drew both his hands towards the front of her dress, his fingers curling into the garment before lifting it up and away from her chest, then pulling down violently to tear it open.

 

[Ruelle]

He looked cold. He looked anger but for some reason, he wasn’t making her quiver in fear. Then again, her anger was boiling over so she may not have been in the right frame of mind.

"Your people?" he coldly repeated. "Nothing. But this... this is all because of you,"

Sophie froze. Her… fault? What had she done? Quickly going through her mind, she could not recall an incident that resulted in her people being harmed. Oh, her family image ruined, yes. But no one getting killed. She glared as he stood up and walked toward her. She continued to fight against the men’s hold, mentally promising she’d find some good curse to cast on them. Magic was real, right?

Suddenly, his hands were on her face. She had a half a mind to spit at him. But considering her situation… she decided against it. A good knee in the crotch area should do it. It generally worked against over zealous suitors.

"You have something I want," Kalrin growled, making her face hurt. His hands were really too rough. In the back of her mind, she made a mental note to scrub her face… and not question whether or not his hands were clean. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his hand move to the front of her dress… and tore the front of her dress off. The simple dress was a soft ivory, easily blending in with her skin. It had been her favorite one and the easiet to put on. Now, it was ruined. Luckily, she had her chest bound today, so she was not completely exposed yet.

“The hell I do,” was her delayed comeback as she used the two captor’s weight against them. She braced herself on their arms and shot out a leg that would hopefully connect with her least favorite part of a man’s body. “Let me go you disgusting maggot pies! I swear, you don’t, I’ll… I’ll curse you so that you’ll lose your most precious part!”

Sophie realized how childish she sounded. Mentally face palming herself, she wondered what her fiancée would say: ‘Stop attacking so uncivilized, Sophia! A noble does not play with the servants’ children!’ Right… good thing she punched him in the gut. They may have been forced to marry, but she tolerated no shit from anyone. Expect her father. ‘cause he was awesome and cool and gave her lots and lots of books.

Realizing she had just attempted to hurt (if she did, she really couldn’t process it right now) the intruder, Sophie felt her arms become numb. They were holding onto her tighter. She rolled her eyes at their logic. Right, ‘cause it was so totally her arms that kicked him. “I can’t stand mindless goons.” Stupid people got on her nerves.

And the stupid man—her mind stopped. Who in the world was he? She frowned slightly, wondering why she felt as though she had at least SEEN him around. “Have you… been here before?” Sophie could easily change her attitude, from extremely pissed to utterly curious. Although, the girl was usually happy-go-lucky. She wondered if his name would ever be announced. And how exactly was she the cause of all this mess?!