Foreign Kingdoms [Closed for princesssexci and I]

[NeoBard]

The mist parted to sooth his throbbing head as his eyes slowly opened to reveal only darkness. His knees ached and his muscles shot sharp pains through his body. He tried to move his hands but could not, something bit into the wrists and he realized they must be chains. He grimaced biting his lower lip, feeling a wetness on his head which was undoubtedly blood matted with his long brown unkempt hair.

He remembered being knocked off his horse. He was riding along one of the frontier paths, delivering a message to the war party stationed at the defense tower to the north when he had come across a person laying immobile upon the ground. Not sensing a trap he had dismounted and then been instantly ambushed by seven individuals, surprisingly well trained. He put up a fight, wounding at least three of them but at some point they had managed to clobber him up side the head and this was the result.

He must be in some kind of cell. It smelled harsh, like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. But who would be foolish enough to capture him and why? His people were not at war with anyone. Perhaps they did not realise who they had at their disposal?

Shamar shook his head discovering that there was a sack over his eyes. That explained the darkness. Perhaps there was a measure of light in the cell if only he could have his 'blindfold' removed. He wouldn't request it though. He would show no weakness. Only strength. So he remained knelt where his captors had chained him, with the knowledge that he would pass out from pain or tiredness before he called for help.

 

[princesssexci]

Emmalina sat at her dresser whilst her chambermaid, Wendy continued forth with doing her hair. "I can't believe yer father's request of ye, princess." Emmalina didn't dare speak. She was repulsed that her father would use her as though she were naught more than a ...than a wench with no morale.

"Tis for the good of the country, Emmalina.." her father had said. Her task was simple enough, at least it should be. To seduce the prince of their enemy so that they may use his knowledge against his own kingdom.

Her chambermaid continued to prattle on about how she felt sorry for the princess and what a brave thing she was doing. She tugged the neckline of her dress up to cover her full breasts. "Nay, princess..." Wendy chastised. "How can one seduce a prince without him seeing a bit of yer charms?" She winked naughtily but Emmalina merely rolled her eyes.

When she was ready, she was lead to the dungeon cells with a cup of water. Her father following behind her. "You know what to do, aye lass?"

"Yes, father." she whispered before the door slowly opened the man blindfolded. She was silent for a while, wrinkling her nose at the disgusting smell of piss and rats, old bread crumbs scattered around the cell from previous prisoners.

"I have brought you some water." Her voice was soft, almost musical as she spoke. "Would you like some?"

 

[NeoBard]

"I have brought you some water." Her voice was soft, almost musical as she spoke. "Would you like some?"

His tall strong figure strained at his bonds, the voice melodious but muffled as it reached his ears. He did not know who was addressing him but he would refuse to answer. His muscles creaked and then sent him into a spasm as he contorted himself in an attempt to break free.

A moment passed, and then another before he reconsidered, thinking to himself that if by drinking water he could see the lay out of his cell and the place of his confinement then it was not to be feared. "My lady." Whoever it was probably deserved to be treated better than she was being and he would address her as such, "Water would be quite welcome." His voice cracked from lack of use and his parched tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he turned his head towards the small sounds he could hear.

He hoped the sack would be taken from his head for it was becoming increasingly clear that brute force could not help him escape. The bonds were not weak with age and he was injuring only himself. In but a day or two the rest of his strength would escape him if he did not eat and rink. His green dyed robes were hung from his figure making it difficult to discern just what his condition was but the cut on his brow and the gash on his hand would be clearly visible.

"So they do not wish me to die then?" He queried, hoping to pry some information from whomever it was that served him.

 

[COCK_STAR]

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[princesssexci]

(Ooc: Ignoring Cockstars post)

She looked back at her father her silently motioned her forward. Pursing her lips as she stepped deeper into the dungeon cell as the guards came in and untied the cloth from around the prince's eyes. It was still somewhat dark and dingy but not as dark as it would've been with the blind fold.

She lifted the goblet full of water and tilted it forward so that he may drink. When he was able to focus on her features, he'd probably see that her hair was a chestnut brown that slipped passed her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and the dress she wore was dingy.

She was of medium height, with olive skin.

"There you are." she said softly. "Why ever would my...my king wish you dead? He merely found you lying about in the forest. You were trespassing, after all." She was not quite certain that was true in it's entirety, but it would do. "My name is Emma, might I have your name?"

 

[NeoBard]

"There you are." she said softly. "Why ever would my...my king wish you dead? He merely found you lying about in the forest. You were trespassing, after all." She was not quite certain that was true in it's entirety, but it would do. "My name is Emma, might I have your name?"

He blinked in the dim light, his gaze full of only the face of this servant, someone no doubt forced to cater to the needs of traitors and criminals forced within this dungeon. He drank hungrily from the goblet offered him, smiling despite himself at her soft features. Something about her eyes made him pause, his own piercing blue sight gazing at her, searching deeply for something...

He realized he had not yet entered the question, "If this is the punishment for trespassing it is harsh indeed." He croaked then swallowed another drought of the refreshing drink. His eyes darted to his left and right noting that he was in a small cell and it was indeed filthy with the dirt of many prisoners long since gone. He strained again at his ankles and wrists where was held, unable to move more than an inch or two in either direction.

He could tell someone stood behind the young woman but he could not make out their features or discern how many, she was all that filled his view at this present time. "I am Adam." It wasn't his real name but perhaps they wouldn't know that.He said it out loud for all to hear and then whispered in a low voice for only she, his words tickling her lips, "What did you do wrong to be given such a task in this dank place?" His brows raised quizzically while his neck continued to strain and contort to see if there was more he could catch sight of behind her.

 

[princesssexci]

Adam? His name was Adam? Surely, he must've thought her a fool for her father had already told her the name of the prince. Prince Shamar. It took every ounce of strength not to roll her eyes. Already, he wished to lie and she had not even revealed her royal heritage. "Adam.." she let the name roll of her tongue.

His question struck her and his breath fanned her lips, causing her to shiver only slightly."I am naught more than a servant girl, mi'lord Adam. I do not get to choose my tasks, they are given to me with no questions asked." She left her answer at that, seeing no need to delve further into the lie.

"If you contort your neck any more, mi'lord surely you would break it, no?" she asked, sweetly. Though she knew he was attempting to see behind her. "No offense but you smell most distastful. Mayhap..." she leaned closer, only slightly. "I could sneak down some water and bathe you? I admit the water would be cold as it takes awhile for the fire to warm the water, but one cannot complain of the good fortune given...as my mother used to tell me so very often."