The Last Witch (open to 1 male)

The Salem witchcraft trials came to an end in the fall of 1692 but little did the public know that more people died during that spring and summer then they realized. Some ask themselves why this all happened the thing was that witches weren't the only magical creatures that roamed the earth but the ones that made the most impact were vampires. They rapped, pillaged and destroyed villages but because of their unique abilities it was assumed that they were witches it was them that after years of peace with the mortals were captured and executed in many gruesome ways. Sure there were trials for the public to see but what went on at night far away from the villages was the hunt and destruction of the race while the vampires hid in the dark.

The summer turned to fall, then to winter and soon spring shown through the melting snow. The humans began to argue with each other wondering if what they had done was really right, arguing turning to villages fighting with each other and soon the country began to tear itself apart. The vampires began to see an opening and soon they came in promising everyone peace as well as to sooth their minds to the violent acts they had committed. They took control over the country where they live like royalty and their leader named himself king of the country.

Here they could live lives like normal humans (besides the hold can't go out in the light but then again everyone in the castle was a vampire so no one ever knew) they fed from the prisoners they arrested and they had really no care in the world but little did they know that one witch had survived the trials. Tandline was her name and the night she witnessed the vampires ripping apart the village she was only 8 and didn't understand what was going on. Her aunt quickly took her to safety, her mother and father had died in their home as it was set on fire. She grew up safely in the forest away from the influences of the world, that was until the vampire began to expand their land and came upon her. Her aunt had died of old age and she left their along.

The girl had grow up to be very beautiful and when the kings men came upon her that night they knew he would like her. He had been looking for some time for a mate to turn and make his wife just he hadn't found the right one. They dragged Tandline against her will bringing her before their lord this night and the poor girl was scared out of her mind. As he looked at her sensing something special about her, she was told when her powers began to surface not to tell a soul about them because she might be killed for them and her aunt knew that if she ever remembered what happened the night of her parents death the vampires would surely kill her as well because she could be the end of their rule over the country.


Tandline was pulled into the thrown room even as she fought against the guards, her dress was tangled up around her and her cloak spun around the wrong way but despite her fight she wasn't strong enough to get free of their grasp. She was led to the beginning of a set of steps that led up to the thrown and she was tossed down onto the cold stone floor. She gasped out in a bit of pain as she scrapped her knee against the ground and she began to bleed slightly. Her sweet smelling blood filled the air and the vampires around her had to restrain themselves against the unusually alluring scent of blood in the air.

She began to collect herself as she sat there straightening out her dress and moving her cloak to her back pulling the hood up over her head. Her long red hair spilled out of the front and ended near the girls stomach. Once she was straight she stood up slowly minding her knee and her eyes locked with the man sitting in the thrown in front of her. She had to admit that the man was quiet striking but he had no right to take her from her home and bring her here against her will. "I demand that you release me at once!" she said sternly as she stood their waiting for the so called king's answer.


What i am looking for is a male to place the part of the king, im not looking for this to be a romance at all. He forces himself on her, turns her against her will and makes him marry her. Their relationship will be abusive and yet he cares for her at the same time but he will not restrain himself when i come to taking what he wants from her. I'm not looking for him to do all this at once, he makes a offer to her to give her everything she could ever want she turns him down but he will not take no for an answer.

If you are interested please pm me.

bumpies im so bored...

The inscriptions' meaning continued to elude King Malcolm RimeHeart regardless of his approach. They were written in no language he knew or had seen, and certainly not one that had spoken in his country in ages. The only scrap of a clue had been beaten out of a hermit who'd lived in the area his entire life.

“They will only speak to mystic blood,” was all they had gotten out of old mad man. Malcolm had a local woman claiming to be a fortune teller gutted over the stone carvings, but all he was given in return was having to wait for them to be cleaned again before he could continue his study of them. The inscriptions had him frustrated. He could feel the power radiating from them like no human could and though uncertain of their purpose he felt they could hold the key to cementing his reign forever. Today however he had a distraction from them.

The personal guard he'd dispatched had returned with their quarry, obviously proud of themselves. King RimeHeart had sent them out to find someone worthy of him to become his mate. He'd decided that the women of his castle, the vampires of his castle, were too proud of themselves and self centered. Marrying one of them would be a self issued death sentence. Instead a few months ago he'd sent three of his favorite guards in search of a woman worthy of him that he could mold into his queen. As they threw her to the ground in front of him she must have cut her knee, because her scent was quickly on the air. The scent of her blood promised a drink more intoxicating than he'd ever had. She screamed, demanding release, but he ignored her for the moment.

“All of you, leave us,” he spoke out to the room. The court hesitated, unused to being sent away, and not wishing to leave the presence of the precious morsel that had been brought to him. “LEAVE US!” The words echoed against the hall and like shadows met by lamp light they were gone.

Malcolm raised himself from his throne and towered over the girl that stared up defiantly at him. He stood at six foot three and though thin he he had tight wiry muscle that hid an incredible strength. His jet black hair was just long enough to allow the short ponytail he wore. It pulled his hair back neatly without having to use the distasteful gels that were starting to come into fashion in his court. In life the people of his village had claimed his strong features made him the most handsome man they'd seen, but now those same features revealed something darker and more frightening about him.

The king's boots clicked on the stone floors, loudly now that the hall was empty. “You have no place to make demands,” he told her coolly, “You are property of the crown now. Give your name.” She was beautiful there was no doubt, but if she did not quickly learn her place he would have to instruct her.

As the kind commanded his court to leave him it was then that she looked about the room, they all were looking at her of course but how they stared at her made her blood run cold. It was as if she was a wounded rabbit surrounded by a hungry pack of wolves ready to pounce on her at any moment. Finally they didn't as the king asked and began to empty the room until she was left alone with the man.

Tandline turned her attention to him now as he stood before her, she couldn't see him clearly before because of the shadow that cast its self over the thrown but now she could see him quiet clear. His appearance intimidated her but she didn't let it show on her face and she shrink as most must in his presence. His strong voice sounded through the room as he demanded her name and her brow furrowed. "I am no ones property." She said her voice rather angry and her hands curled up into fists at her sides. She could feel her magic begin to course through her, most magic is influences by a certain emotion and Tandline's was her anger. When a witch learned to control it they could be very powerful but if they didn't learn it quickly it was very easy for it to get out of control. With a proper teacher at her age she would have mastered her magic but she was forced to teach herself and she still lacked the control.

She had to force herself to take a breath letting the anger out as she let the air out of her lungs and she didn't speak again until she felt her magic was under control. "You have not earned the right to know my name...your men tore through my forest, burned down my home and dragged me here against my will. That hardly calls for a proper introduction." She held a sly smile along her lips now and moved her arms to cross them in front of her. "I will say this one last time release me, you have no right to hold me here and if you keep me here any longer against my will i will make you pay."

Malcolm smirked at her first words of defiance and was about to show her how wrong she was when the scent of her blood suddenly strengthened. The king was glad he sent his court away, because the girl would have certainly been ripped apart if he had not. He was tempted to taste her right then to see how the taste of her blood compared to its scent, but even if it paled he wouldn't be able keep from finishing her off. He hadn't fed recently and if she was even a little above average Malcolm knew he wouldn't stop with just a taste.

Then without reason the scent lost its grip on his mind and she continued her offensive tirade showing off her ignorance by ending it in a threat. In a swift motion his hand swept down and wrapped itself in her long red hair. In a quick moment he had her dangling above the floor.

“I am King Malcolm RimeHeart,” he bellowed at her as she twisted in the air, “and you need a lesson of your new life.” Malcolm threw the girl back onto the ground sending her rolling across the cold stone of the hall. “So many who come to this castle as here for their deaths. You are destined for more than that little girl, but if you do not give your king your name I will cut your thread short tonight. I have no patience for those who lack proper respect.” He stared down at the impudent girl. His guards had certainly brought him what he had asked for. She was beautiful, spirited, and unique, but he still wondered if he'd be able to teach her to be what he needed her for.

What happened next was something she had never expected from the king, he reached for her hair and picked her up by it as if she was nothing. Her hand wrapped around her own hair trying to release the pain on her scalp and her face twisted in pain as he held her there. She didn't remember flying through the air only making contact with the stone floor once more, it scrapped up her arms and the contact made her split open her lip. She sat up slowly her head swimming and she moved a hand as she felt her warm blood run down her chin. She quickly ripped a piece of fabric from her dress and balled it up against her lip to stop the bleeding.

She simply sat there looking at the man with a surprised look on her face, there was no way in hell that an human could do such a thing and it was then as a memory flashed into her mind. It was painful for her to remember it and it made her bring a hand to her head to steady it. She could see nothing but flames and the sounds of people screaming but she quickly pushed it back into the depths of her mind. Tandline moved up against the wall using it to help her self up and she stood on wobbly legs. She looked at him then her green eyes growing more brilliant as she stared at him. "My name is Tandline you swine!" she said through her teeth as he anger began to swim once more, her hood fell off from her head and her hair began to dance in a wind that didn't exist in the closed off room.

Her magic began to form around her making eyes glow slightly, "Touch me again and i will show you who is the one here that needs to learn proper respect." The magic around her began to swarm more violet as it began to pick up her dress and make it flutter.

She's everything I need in one neat little package, he thought to himself as her hair began to swirl with the currents of power she was collecting. She was a witch. It explained the scent of her blood and what he had taken for overconfidence. Still, she didn't know what he was.

Malcolm leapt foreword and slammed Tandline back against the wall. His hand found her throat and closed on it like a steel trap. He was impressed by her display of power, but she couldn't be allowed to finish it. She had to understand her place. “You surprise me, Tandline,” Malcolm praised her, “but you fail to understand who you deal with.” Then the king opened his mouth wide so she could watch as his fangs slid in and his eyes became completely dead black.

“You see my dear, I have surprises of my own.”

The situation seemed to completely change, one moment she was losing control of her powers and ready to use them on the king before her. The next she was pressed painfully against the stone wall, she felt pain move through her back as she hit and she felt his hand move around her neck. Her instant reaction was to move her hands on his to trying to pry his hand from her throat. Her greens eyes stayed locked on his own as he held her there, no matter how hard she pull his grasp stayed firm but her power still continued to grow around her. He had interrupted her spell but every witch was given an active power that she could use at any time they wished but before she could even try her eyes watched has he opened his mouth. Fangs grew down from his human like teeth and his eyes changed a dead black.

Tandline's entire body seemed to freeze as those memories began to flood her mind all at once. At first it was all jumbled but soon things began to play out before her eyes, she was just a child and she woke up in her bed with the house burning around her. She could hear her parents crying out and pain telling her to run. She did just that, she ran out into the streets with teared streaked cheeks and what she was greeted with she would never forget. At first he looked like a normal man but in seconds his teeth grew long and his eyes black. He grabbed the women he had cornered and like an animal he ripped into her neck. She could smell blood every where as it splashed the streets and before the vampire could turn to her as her next meal her aunt pull her into her arms.

Tandline's body went stiff while she relived her worse memory, one she had locked away until now and as she came too it was so painful that he body couldn't handle it. Things slowly began to grow fuzzy and before she knew it her body went limp in her unconsciousness.

Queen Tandline RimeHeart, the name appealed to him. As her body grew limp Malcolm laid out her out along the floor. In a few moments his guards burst into the room, fully armed and ready. King Malcolm smiled at their confusion, but didn't chastise them for entering without permission.

“Take her to the dungeon and bind her hands and feet in heavy chains,” he ordered them adding as an afterthought, “and blindfold her.”

“Sire?” The guard was confused and he had that right, but questioning his orders was out of place.

“You will not be having your next meal,” he informed the guard, “now go unless you feel inclined to question me again.” The guard muttered an apology and quickly scooped Tandline up, tossing her over his shoulder.

Sudden royal business required the king's attention for the rest of the night and he was left without time to visit his new prize. The next night when he descended into the cold dripping darkness that served as the castle's dungeon. Tandline was kept separate from the other prisoners on a lower level. A servant followed King Malcolm down, carrying grapes, bread, cheese, and a wine skin. Being distracted and having her apart from the others meant the King hadn't had her fed and she would be hungry. The sound of his boots on the stone echoed in this silent part of the castle and only a single torch lit her cell door. Malcolm unlocked his pet's cage and swung the door open.

“I was wondering if you were hungry, Tandline?”

It was the cold that woke Tandline, as she opened her eyes all she saw was darkness and she tried to move whatever was blocking her vision away but her hands wouldn't come out from behind her back. She lay on her side on what she assumed was the flood of her cell and she did her best to sit up right once more. It took her awhile but she managed to make it so she rested against the stone wall. Her hands weren't the only thing bound so where her feet and she could hear the metal scrape against the stone floor. It took her a moment to remember how she had gotten here, the memory had been so painful her body couldn't handle it and she was the kings to do with as he wished.

She had expected to wake up in such a place but she didn't hear any others, he must of put her in a separate cell and he was smart to blindfold her because in order to use her active powers she must be able to see. She sat there for hours trying to figure out something she could do to get herself out of this place but and only thing that was on her mind was the last thing she saw before things went black. That man's teeth, it was the same as in her memory and the stories her aunt would tell her about because more real to her. She could never match the man's speed nor his strength but he didn't hold the magic that she possessed.

Once more the hours passed her by and she knew it had to be night by now. He would soon come for her, she was just to powerful for a vampire to resist and it seemed he was set on making her his. She was right because she could hear the sound of the man's boots on the stone as he made his way to her and Tandline could hear him unlock the cell door. The smell of food filled the air as him and someone else entered the room his voice as he spoke made her skin crawl. Her instinct was to reject his offer right away but if she excepted he would either have to take the blindfold off her so she could feel herself or he would have to come closer to her to feed her either way she could take advantage of the situation. "I am very much so..." She said in a pleading voice that made bile rise up in the throat to have to play such a part but she would do anything to escape this man's grasp.

Malcolm hadn't expected her to lose her defiant attitude from the night before so quickly, but he was pleased. His servant entered the cell and stayed at the far corner, silent as he should be. Malcolm took a slice of the bread off the tray his servant held and squatted down next to her. The bread was quite fresh and she'd be able to smell it.

“I'm going to ask you a few questions,” Malcolm informed her, “and if you answer honestly I will feed you. First my dear, have you ever laid with a man?” He wanted to simply sit down with her and allow her a meal while they spoke, but he felt her defiance would quickly return when she was no longer hungry. The king had drank from a frightened young man just prior to coming down here for similar reasons. He did not want to tempt himself with finishing her off if he needed to become rough with her to emphasize a point.

Tandline was motionless as she heard the two of them come closer and the other seemed to move off into the corner as the king moved beside her. She was disappointed hopping he would take off the blindfold, she turned her head towards him as he began to speak to her and the edge of her mouth twitched at his question. She wanted to lash out at him, why was it any of his business if she had been with a man before and it almost made her blush too. She didn't let her face move into any physical response and she slowly licked her soft lips before she spoke. "If you feel you really must know...no Ive never been with a man before. Just because im a heathen witch doesn't mean i am a whore."

She shifted where she sat trying to move her arms, them being in such a position was making her arms begin to fall sleep and it was limiting the flow of blood to them. "I can i request something...i promise i won't try anything." Her voice sounded truthful and she was. She wasn't going to do anything to get herself killed but her arms being behind her back was starting to kill her, "Can you shackle my hands in front of me inside of behind...i can't really feel my fingers very well."

It was a good answer. He didn't want a woman already spoiled by another man, no one but him would ever have her. A king deserved more.

“I wish I could my dear, but I don't understand how your magic works, only that it does. As I trust you more I'll be able to provide you with more comforts and better accommodations. For now eat.” Malcolm slowly brought the bread to her lips. He kept the slice of bread pulled back enough that she had to stretch to keep taking bites out of it and could only eat a little at a time. As she ate the king continued his questions.

“I thought my predecessor had killed all of the witches out of fear. Fear and a desire to drain them dry, your magic makes your blood very desirable, my dear. All this makes me wonder. Who trained you? And how did you escape detection? I think you might like some wine with your bread, am I right?”

The corner of her mouth twitched as he refused to move her hands to the front of rather then being shackled behind her. Tandline sighed softly and slowly leaned forward a bit as he told her to eat, she could feel the bread brush against her lips and she parted them to take a bite. He seemed to pull it away from her each time she took and bit and she leaned a bit more forward to take another. It was rather good, well better then anything she made but she wasn't going to let him know that.

She had to hold back laughter as he seemed to bribe her with wine to answer his next question, "I don't drink wine it kills the mind and makes men stupid." She said with a sly smile along her lips, "But i will answer your question in return for water. I never had a teacher if i had i wouldn't be here right now nor would you be alive even if you are a vampire. Only with a teacher can i master my magic and control it completely unfortunately i seem to be the only one left...guess your predecessor was rather hungry and didn't stop a just one of my kind but just about all of them."

Tandline leaned back now resting her back against the wall and she let her head roll to one side as the memories tried to flood her mind once more. A look of pain began to move over her face but she shook it free by shaking her head gently. "I don't like to remember the past...i live only for a future." She said now as she tried to turn her head to face him, she couldn't see him but she at least wanted to know where he was at every moment while he was in her cell.

She had denied a gift from him and initially that had made him angry, but the rest of her answer calmed his nerve. It was something to prey upon.

“How right you are, my dear, in all of your words. Edward will fetch you some water,” Malcolm continued as his servant quietly set down the tray and scurried out of the room, “The future is a good thing to look towards, Tandline. You have a much better one with me than I think you realize. If I find you worthwhile, if you can be obedient I may take you as my wife.”

Suddenly the king was on top of Tandline. He pushed her bound form to its side straddling her and pressing her head into the stone. He spoke calmly as he brushed her hair away and pressed the flat of a six inch blade against her neck, “Submit and you may finish tonight's meal.” The oak handled knife moved came away from her hot skin and slipped under the black cloth to begin tearing it away. If he would ever have her as a wife he needed to know the rest of her body was appealing as it seemed.

She seemed to smile a bit as he sent his servant off to get her some water but she quickly made her face look emotionless once more she didn't want him to think she was giving into him because the moment he gave her and opening she would take it. She could hear the tray hit the ground and then the sound of the servant leaving the cell her head following the sound but as he began to speak once more it turned back to him. His words almost made her sick and she had to bite back anything she could say that would have him lash out at her. She wasn't going to put her life on the line just to stab at him with a few words, she had live this long against all odds she was going to continue to live.

She grunted in pain as he was on top of her suddenly, he pushed her body into the floor of the cell and she could feel the side of her face press against the stone. She tried to fight against him but she couldn't even budge him an inch his strength was too much for her and she just lay there as he pressed a cold blade against her neck. She swallowed slowly now, all she had to do was submit to save her life but by submitting something inside of her would still die. She relaxed some as he moved the blade from her throat but she just tensed once more as she felt him begin to cut away her clothing. She could feel the tears that began to form in her eyes but she blinked them back, "fine..." she said softly now as she could no longer hold back her sorrow and began to cry softly. "You have what you wish..."

Tandline had been so strong in her life that to be forced into giving into another person like this pained her, all that time her aunt had spent raising her to be strong had been a waste for her life to end up like this. She picked up her head for a moment and turned it as far as she could so he couldn't see her face, she didn't want him to know that she was crying nor could she face her captor even though she couldn't see him.

He didn't like putting her through the obvious mental torment she was in, but there was an order to things. He needed her obedient before happy and if that meant she would never be more than a brooding pet than so be it, but Malcolm wanted a queen.

Slowly and methodically he cut away the cloth covering her body. The king revealed more and more skin and was careful not to mar her skin, a task made much easier by her submission. He was tempted to pull away her blindfold, but he was still too weary of her.

Arrogance and recklessness had killed his father and given him this rule, Malcolm would not make the same mistakes. King Malcolm RimeHeart was cruel and tyrannical, but lacked the bloodlust of his father. Malcolm's reign of terror was purposed and calculated to elicit fear, ground control, and encourage prosperity in the country as a whole.

Soon Tandline lay before him in a bed of her own shredded robes, wearing nothing but a plain black blindfold and the cold metal chains that still bound her. Malcolm stood up and moved back to gain a better view of his prize. Slightly unsatisfied with the mess laying before him he moved to gently pull her arm up.

“Up on your knees, Tandline, with your back straight, so I can see you properly.”

As the moments passed she could fell him cut lay after layer of her clothing away from her body and she didn't move an inch to stop him. She was too busy wallowing in her depression and defeat to say or do anything to stop him. Soon she lay there bare, the cold dungeon chilled her to the bone and he left her then as he took a few steps back to look at her. She felt mortified to be naked in such a awful place looked over by a man she didn't even know and she began to cry silent tears wetting the blindfold around her eyes.

Tandline's body tensed as he was suddenly besides her once more grasping her arm and she moved to her knees with out a word. At that point she had decided she was never going to say a word to that man again no matter how he tortured her. She kept her back straight her long red hair covering her large round breast and it ending near her stomach. Her body wasn't skinny but it wasn't chubby either, she had a slim figure but it held muscle for all the labor she did on her own. She turned her head away from him looking off in another direction as she knelt there and she could almost feel his eyes moving over her body as he inspected her. Her nipples were growing erect as he body grew cold and she began to shiver gently keeping her arms as close to her body as she could for some warmth.

Tandline went silent when he pulled her up, but she did as she was asked so Malcolm smiled. He pushed her hair to the side and took her breasts into his hands with no reaction. She was limp and broken like a child's doll. The king idly wondered if she would recover. He flicked her hardening nipples and was glad to see them even if they were from the cold and not arousal. As he continued his inspection the girl began to shiver, lightly at first. Still he continued searching her arms, legs, and torso for any scar or unsightly mark, but found nothing. As his servant arrived with the goblet of water Malcolm delivered a hard smack to the left cheek of her ass before standing again.

“She doesn't need any of that anymore tonight,” he told the servant, “bring the tray and everything on it to my chambers. Except the wine ...” Malcolm took the goblet of wine and poured it across the stone. She didn't want it and no one else in the castle would, so there was no reason to save it. Then the servant followed the king out of the cell. The door was locked again and Tandline was left alone in the cold.

It would be more than an hour before two guards arrived at the cell. Her feet were quickly unchained and they began to drag her out of the cell.

Tandline tried not to move as she felt him move her hair away to uncover the rest of her body and when he took her breast she held back any reaction the best she could. She moved her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from making a sound as he flicked her hard nipples and she relaxed a bit as he began to search the rest of her body. Her ears perked as she could hear the sound of someones feet on the ground and the door to her cell opened once more. As the servant entered the king gave a hard smack to her rear that caused her body to jump and she bit down on her lip harder to keep herself quiet. She knew he was trying to get some kind of reaction from her but if she could help it she wouldn't give it to him.

The servant must of held her water and now she wanted it more then anything because her mouth was so dry but he denied it. The wine was starting to look good to it now but she could hear the sound of it hitting the floor of the cell as he poured it out.

Soon she was left there in the cold by herself as the two foot steps left her and the cell was locked behind them. Tandline lowered her body down on her tattered clothing and curled her body up into a ball to keep herself warm where she lay to cry. She wasn't left in peace for long because and hour later two figures came in after her unbinding her feet and dragging her out of the cell. She didn't fight them, she could do nothing to free herself as she was now, she couldn't use her magic and fighting would only end in her being harmed so she let them take her where they were ordered.

One of them grabbed Tandline's legs and the other grabbed her by the armpits. They lifted her and carried her through the dungeon into the halls of the castle. An occasional snicker could be heard when the guards passed people in the halls with their load. Going around an awkward corner they hit his side against the stone corner and caused a dirty scrape. One of them cursed, but otherwise they continued on.

Malcolm stood at the balcony off his chambers and stared out at the starry night. Though he didn't mind the crisp night air even wearing only a long deep red night robe a fire roared in the fire place in the room. A knock came at the door and Malcolm called out granting the guards he'd issued permission to enter. They brought in the red haired witch and laid her out on the warm stone near the fireplace. Turning and reentering the room one thing about her form caught his eye immediately.

“You marred her.”

“Its nothing permanent and she was ...,” the guard tried to explain, but he was cut off.

“You are restricted to the castle and denied your next rations, both of you.” No more needed to be said, because both of the guards mumbled apologies and left the room before harsher consequences could be issued. Malcolm knelt by Tandline's crumpled body and fetched an iron key from somewhere in his robe. With a dull click the lock was undone and the chains binding her arms loosened. Hopefully after the cold, hunger, and abandonment she would be broken enough for this granted freedom to not be a mistake, but he would see.

“Do you still desire the water you earned?” Malcolm asked her as her arms began to stiffly move.

Tandline lay there limp as the guards carried her, she blushed as she heard the sounds of the people they passed by and felt her body began to warm in her embarrassment. She could feel her leg scrap against the rock at some point and she shifted trying to keep from being harmed. They continued down the hall until she heard them push open a door and she was being set down by something warm. She could feel fire near her body, her magic beginning to recognize the element of which she was born into and she moved closer to it not minding how hot it was.

She payed no mind to the conversation going on behind her, she had been so cold that nothing mattered more then her warming her body. She didn't even notice that the king had moved close to her once more, he knelt beside her and unlocked her bindings. She didn't know he was there until she felt her arms free and she slowly began to move them in front of her. She hugged them close to her to warm them like the rest of her body and once they were limber once more she reached up to pull the blind fold off her eyes. She didn't even think about running as she reached out to move her self closer to the fire and she reached out with one of her hands. The flames enveloped her hand and quickly spread over her body.

For anyone else this would kill them instantly but Tandline had a bond with a savage flames, they warmed her, refueled her magic and made her strong once more. It was as if she had never spend her time down in the dungeon, he magical body was ready but her physical was still weak from starvation. Slowly the flames began to take form clothing her naked body into a long fire red skirt and a corset top with short sleeves. They almost looked gypsy like as she slowly began to sit up, the flames had died out and she looked up at him with her weak green eyes.

Tandline slowly nodded her head at his words, she had answered his question before to earn her water and she wanted it desperately now. Her mouth felt as hot and dry as the flames that had just covered her body. Her skin was even warmer then any normal human if he was to touch her and usually it didn't bother her that was if she was well nourished.

As the flame crept up her body Malcolm leapt back and his hand went to his side, but he did not wear his blade with his night robe. Pure anger was on his face. She was betraying him and he'd been foolish enough to leave himself undefended save his own strength. However, as the flames faded into clothing his anger faded as well. The lesson had been learned though, she was stronger than he knew.

Before she focused on him again the king he regained his normally calm demeanor and a small smile graced his lips. “Impressive, my dear, but in the future you would do well to warn your king before clothing yourself in such a manner. Had your flames not died down sooner I may have killed you.” Moving to the table where the food and water from earlier and picked up both the silve goblet with the water and the blade he normally wore on his belt.

Handing her the goblet he could see that she was still physically quite weak, but in his eyes that only made her dangerous. Their hands touched briefly as he passed her the water, the heat off of her body was amazing. Without true life in his body any longer his own body had cooled and the feel of that heat even such a brief touch was strangely invigorating.

Tandline didn't respond to his words about her warning him next time she did such a spell and in all honesty it wasn't really her but the flames that acted on their own will to help her. Those were things she would keep to herself, she would never explain her magic completely to him and if he asked she would only tell him the vague details. Her eyes watched him as he moved over to a table to grasp the goblet of water but she saw a flash of sliver and she knew he had grabbed a blade.

Her hands reached out for the goblet as he held it out to her, their hands touched for only a moment and she could feel how cold he was now that her body was at its normal temperature. She brought the cup to her lips now taking slow swallows of it to savor every drop until she had drained it completely. She licked her lips not wanting to waste a drop and she set it down on the floor beside her. She looked a little better but her body was still weak from lack of food and she pulled her legs into her body a bit as she sat their besides the fire.

She closed her eyes for a moment as she left her mind clear of all thoughts, she could trying and escape this man's clutches. Her magic was strong yes but her physical body being as weak as it was could never handle the strain the magic put on it so for now she would have to deal with him. Her eyes opened once more locking on his form and she simply sat there as if waiting for him to say something. She was afraid to see what he would do next, he had inspected her before wanting to know what her body looked like and a man was only curious of that for one thing. The thought of him taking her sent a chill of disgust through her body, she had kept her body pure for some many years for the one she would love and marry. To lose it to him, an undead king that fed off the blood of others and his family being the reason that she was the only one of her kind left, it all didn't seem fare.

When she had finished her water her entire body seemed to tense. Immediate needs of thirst of cold fulfilled she was beginning to think of why she was here. Malcolm sat before her still curled form and put a hand on her warm arm.

“I thought it was important you understood something tonight,” he began, “You are mine. You will always be mine. If to have you means I must break your mind entirely through weeks and months of endless torture I will do so without reservation, but you will remain mine. Tonight I make you an offer. You can marry me, rule beside me as queen of this land, and when I am ready reap the benefits of immortality. Your only other option is to live as a slave until your mind is shattered and then you will sit at my side as the trophy you are. Tell me Tandline, are you my queen or my slave?”