King Leopold

[broomstix]

"Witchcraft?"

Imma could still not entirely believe what had happened to her. She was just a kitchen maid, and had been very busy preparing the vegetables for the queen's funeral dinner, when suddenly guards had entered the kitchen and, without further explanation, carried her off by her shoulders. Before she had been able ask why or even protest, they had thrown her in here and chained her leg to the wall.

"Witchcraft"

That was the one word she had overheard the guards saying when they left after unceremoniously dumping her in this little, dark cell. No windows, no light or fresh air. Just mouldy straw on the ground, a short chain attaching her leg to the wall, and a thick wooden door with a small grate she could see the flickering of a lamp or a torch through.

She had no idea how long she had been sitting in here, but probably a few hours. It had to be night already, but she could not sleep. Not in here, not when she did not know anything about her further fate.

She sighed and shifted her position, then nervously ran her fingers through her black, slightly matted hair. She was just nineteen, but a strong girl in body and spirit, used to hard work and certainly not going to cry or feel scared. In fact, she was starting to get irritated that no one had explained anything to her. "What if they forget me?", a sudden thought crossed her mind. Then again, given the king's reputation, dying of starvation could actually be preferable to his idea of justice.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

King Leopold stormed down the stairs to the dungeon, his cape flapping in his haste. That girl, that BITCH had killed his wife through some dark magic. He sighed, his short beard and matching brown hair waved as if they were angry flame.

"Your highness..." came the voice of a servant.

"You can not go in there my lord, she is dangerous!"

"I have my sword, let me pass!" he roared.

He saw the girl hunched in the corner, leg shackled tot he wall.

"The prince of darkness Does tale on a pleasing form." he thought.

He lifted the girls chin in his hand. "Fair lady" he sneered. "You have done me a great ill,"

Slapping her hard across the face he continued. "Perhaps when my torturer arrives he can hep me exact some revenge?"

 

[removed110513]

"your highness! What have I done wrong that I deserve this treatment!" imma cried out. King leap old stopped slapping her. He then went red with anger. "you dare speak out against my actions!" he roared. Imma realized the consequences of her actions. " forgive me, your highness!" she begged.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Roleplay 101: Don't write for other people's characters.

 

[broomstix]

OOC notice: Please disregard the post by blackpenman above. I forgot to post that this is a closed thread. A PM has been sent.

The sudden slaps woke Imma from the half-sleep the combination of fear and exhaustion had led her into. When she came to, to her surprise, she was face to face with King Leopold himself!

She had only ever seen the king from afar before, when serving at the table or when she saw him leaving the castle on his horse from the kitchen window on one of his many hunts. The king loved hunting.

But now she was very, very close to the king. Closer than ever before, and not in a situation she would have ever wished herself to be in. Leopold's hand on her chin was large and rough; it felt almost like a worker's hand, no doubt from many hours in the field, shooting at pheasants and rabbits which she would then have to prepare.

Imma had recovered enough from the initial shock to speak, and now it flowed from her like a waterfall, in a voice much higher and faster than normally, fueled by confusion and fear of the king's reputation: "Your majesty! A terrible misunderstanding must have happened! They think I am a witch... I have never done anything bad, and you know how much I like serving you. I have never been anything but a good servant; how come they suddenly say I practiced witchcraft...?"