Her Royal Highness (Open for 1M)

[lizzy1228]

Alrighty. I’m starting a new thread—set in 1300s or so—about Princess Emilie whose country and palace is invaded by the prince of a neighboring country. I want it to be Romance centric, with focus on developing plot and back-story, but also retain a very “erotic fairy tale” feel to it.

Princess Emilie: Twenty years old, the only daughter of King Gerald, she is every bit the sheltered, innocent princess. Her ebony hair falls around her heart-shaped face with bright blue eyes, thick dark lashes and rosy bee-stung pout. She looks like an innocent angel, ethereal, delicate. Yet, her bedroom eyes hold a strong sensual appeal. Having spent her entire life sheltered from the intimate ways of men and women, she remains ignorant of the dark, animalistic desires her fragile beauty inspires in the heart of the hardened warriors surrounding her.

Bella: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=...1t:429,r:1,s:0
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Prince Dravin: Twenty-eight years old, the future king of one of the most powerful nations in medieval Europe. He is an accomplished warrior and very respected by all of his men. Because of his military success, he has earned a reputation as cold, calculated, and fearsome. He allows the reputation to continue because it encourages his success, but in truth he is a fair and compassionate ruler. He invaded King Gerald’s (Emilie's father) country out of concern that the King was allowing the exploitation of the lower class. He is tall and unbelievably handsome, every bit the alpha male.

Dravin:
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Summary: Prince Dravin invades the palace—quickly taking control of the country with minimal bloodshed—but fails to capture King Gerald, who fled. Thinking only of his own safety, Gerald left Emilie behind to fend for herself. Knowing she would likely be used as leverage if her identity were to be discovered, she pretends to be a lady in waiting, which allows her to retain her position as a noble while remaining safe. Dravin’s soldiers, immediately recognizing Emilie as one of the most beautiful women they’ve ever seen, drug her and bring her to the prince, offering him his due as their leader. Dravin is immediately and overwhelming attracted to her, and knows immediately that he has to have her. Because he believes she is a lady in waiting (who are known for their romantic encounters) he believes her to be experienced, and sets out to seduce her. The attraction between them is enormous, but misunderstandings between them—and the fact that neither of them want to fall in love—continue to complicate their courtship.



IC:

Emilie raced through the hallways of the castle, trying desperately to evade the soldiers currently attacking from all angles. She’d taken care to remove her crown and jewels and hoped she could now pass for one of her Ladies in Waiting. She knew that if she were to be captured, she had to prevent her enemy from discovering her true identity. If he did, her life would be over.

Her slipper caught on the uneven floor and she felt herself tumble to the ground. “Ah!”

Her hair had now fallen from its intricate up-do and fell loosely around her shoulders. Her soft palms were scraped and dirt smudged across her pink cheek. Footsteps sounded behind her and she quickly pulled herself back to her feet—now running blindly from the men behind her.

She made it about thirty feet before she felt a hand fist in her hair and drag her to the floor. She cried out in pain, but the sound was quickly muffled by a rag covering her mouth. Within seconds, everything faded to black.

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Dravin remained lounging on his throne, one leg thrown arrogantly over the side. He had spent hours listening to briefings from his various officers on the battle's progress. He'd have much preferred to be out fighting himself, and his patience with the inactivity was running thin.

He looked nothing like the pampered, petted princes of other kingdoms. He had hunted, rode, duelled and fought in campaigns since childhood. His body was lean and hard, carved from endless hours of physical activity. He carried himself with all the authority of a warrior and a king and his fierce blue gaze caused men to look away, and ladies to gasp and fan themselves.

There was a disturbance at the door and then it was slammed open. Dravin's hand went instinctively to the sword leaning against the throne, but his grip relaxed as he saw the men entering. Four or five of his own elite guard, led by Thomas. His soldiers were the only men in the world that Dravin would trust with his life. They knew he shared every risk and hardship that he asked them undertake and they loved him for it.

The guards were grinning and slapping each other on the back. Two of them carried something between them -a person. A woman.

"What do you mean by this?" the prince asked sharply, becoming instantly alert.

Thomas' smile broadened. "We've brought you a gift, sire."





OOC: This is the only time I'll write for your character. I just wanted to get things going. He's all yours now!

Hope to hear from you soon.

-Lizzy

 

[LordLuck]

Dravin's eyes glittered for a moment as he finally saw the form a young woman, completely clad into a fine, delicate dress. A noblewoman, no doubt, her port and standing not passing unnoticed. But most of what really appealed to his eye was her gorgeous looks. A plump behind ended her curvaceous, lithe physique, telling him of a woman that had never needed to work a field with a shovel. Her dark mane was like a mist, emoulduring her face as if in a portrait.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And by the look on his warrior's eyes, they found it as well.

"Why is she brought to me like this?", Dravin asked into his booming, low pitched voice. It was as strong as a thunder, yet kind and understanding. "Do you have no decency, men? Are you mindless barbarians? What kind of impression does you wish to give the people?"

He said, reprehending his bodyguard as he slowly rose up to his feet. She was indeed a work of art, an statue of another time and space. Slowly coming down the small stairs that lead up to the throne, he dismissed his men with a simple wave of hands.

"Leave her alone, you mongrels. Let her be. And be gone. Guard the doors."

Astonished and ashamed, his warriors left the room. What have they done wrong? To dominate a Lady was nothing knightly, of course, but to be simply disregarded like that... there was something that the woman had instilled into the Prince's heart.

 

[lizzy1228]

Before leaving, the guards let the unconscious princess fall to the floor at their prince's feet. They muttered amongst themselves as they left the great hall.

Emile let out a small, pained whimper as she felt herself hit the floor. She tried to roll over and a frown pulled at her lips as she heard what sounded like heavy doors clanging shut somewhere in the distance. Her blue eyes slowly opened--blinking quickly to adjust to the light. She could feel herself slowly regaining consciousness, but it was as if she was experiencing everything through a thick layer of fog and she had to fight to form even the simplest thoughts.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze fell on the large man currently hovering over her prone form.

What's happening? Where's father...?

Suddenly everything came back to her, causing her to gasp in fear and astonishment. The invasion! Fleeing the foreign soldiers! Her father abandoning her!

Her wide blue eyes snapped back to the man leaning over her. Who was he? Surely he wasn't a prince. He was entirely too... raw to be a prince.

"What's happened? Who are you?" Her words came out in an anxious whisper. Feeling useless and vulnerable lying there on the stone floor, she tried to rise to a sitting position, only to feel a wave of dizziness overcome her.

She let out a small, distressed "Oh" and felt herself begin to waver.

 

[LordLuck]

Dravin runned to knell besides the gorgeous woman that had simnply fallen down the floor before his throne. The way that she fell limp had sent a cold shiver down his spine - what had his men done to the poor girl? For she was but a young woman, although her beauty was unsurpassed by any. From the first time he'd seen her, he had already made his mine.

He would have her. Into long sessions of sensual gratification, he would possess her.

Laying a hand carefully against the back of her shoulders, Dravin pulled her against his breastplate, careful to not let her slip back against the floor - holding her tight. Taking his other hand towards her face, he used it to take a few strands of her long hair away from her visage.

"Ease yourself, now.", he said kindly, "You are saved."

 

[lizzy1228]

Feeling weak and still slightly confused, Emilie let Dravin pull her back to rest against his chest. She immediatley melted against him and let her eyes flutter shut for another brief moment of stolen rest. She could feel the warmth of his solid chest at her back and at the moment it was more comforting than anything else she could imagine. She sighed as she felt his surprisingly gentle fingers coast over her skin as if checking for injuries.

Eventually he brought his fingers to her cheek and brushed away a few escaped tendrils of her dark, silky hair. Her blue eyes locked onto his dark ones as if they were the only thing in the world that made sense.

"Ease yourself, now.", he said kindly, "You are saved."

His words brought her back to attention, reminding her of her dangerous situation. She blinked in surprise and broke his gaze, trying to quickly gather her thoughts.

Would he buy her ruse? Believe her to be a lady in waiting? She had never before acted as anything but a princess and knew it would require hard work to convince this man otherwise. There was something in his air that told her he was intelligent and would not be easily fooled.

The kindness in his tone calmed her a bit though, and offered her enough courage to quietly ask, "What's happened?" Her eyes were wide and her voice soft as she asked, "Who are you?"

 

[LordLuck]

Her every word was as if spoken by an angel. Her every move was simply as beautiful as the rising sun on a spring morning. This woman... could not be simply a work of men. She must have something else on her blood! Still... she looked quite dizzy as she was not showing herself aware of her surroundings.

"I should ask you the same thing.", he smiled. "But I see I'm before a Lady, and as the Codes of Chivalry go, I'll offer your awser first."

For some moments, Dravin played with the idea of masking himself for her. To say that he was but another knight on the invading army, one that had her brought to him by purpuse. However... it was to be a weak ruse. Nobody would greet him by anything less than Prince, and that way the man had decided against it. No. She would have the truth, be it what it was meant to be.

"I'm Prince Dravin of Masojia. I am the conqueror of this land. My soldiers even now pacify the city and the surrounding countryside without a shed of blood... well, without plundering the land. I am your new King."

He said to her, his grip over her form slowly closing tight as his desire to touch her soft skin grew even more. But he was a nobleman, and would abide anything a Lady would ask of him.

 

[lizzy1228]

"I'm Prince Dravin of Masojia. I am the conqueror of this land. My soldiers even now pacify the city and the surrounding countryside without a shed of blood... well, without plundering the land. I am your new King."

"What?!" Emilie exclaimed as she quickly straightened her spine and pulled herself from the handsome stranger's embrace. She suddenly needed to no longer be touching him. She'd known, of course, that her country had been under attack--why else would the king flee?--but hearing it confirmed shocked her more than she would have expected. She whipped her head around to face the prince, sending her long hair flying, and prepared to demand answers from him.

The surprise she saw in the prince's face stalled her, however. He was clearly shocked to be questioned as an equal and she forced herself to remember her role.

She had to be more careful. Her ruse depended just as much on her behavior as it did the story she spun. She could not pretend to be a Lady in Waiting yet still act like a princess.

Reigning her emotions in, Emilie let her gaze drop and forced the anger from her expression.

"Forgive me," she said quietly. "It was just... a shock, that's all." She stole a gaze at him through her lashes before quickly dropping her eyes back to the floor in deference.

Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel the fear finally starting to take hold.

 

[LordLuck]

"Of course it was."

Dravin approached her once more, his eyes staring at her visage with a curious glare. This woman... rather, this girl had found it so abominable to her the news. Of course she would. All of this blasted kingdom would be surprised. He knew it already. He had already foreseen riots and even a slight chance of rebellion should his conquest were to be bloody.

Standing tall, somewhat taller than Emilie, Prince Dravin behaved with an aura of royalty all around him. From his pose to his speech, she knew that he had been trained from childhood to act like he did. As a Mirror to the reflex he should be made of.

"Then, if you will, tell me your name, fair Lady. My men found you in the halls, cand brough you here for your own protection. Tell me... who are you?"

 

[lizzy1228]

"Then, if you will, tell me your name, fair Lady. My men found you in the halls, cand brough you here for your own protection. Tell me... who are you?"

Emile kept her gaze from Dravin's face, knowing how terrible she is at lying. Her expressive eyes always give her away. She looks at the floor and then all around the great hall as if looking for something else--anything else--to focus on. She found nothing, though. This room hadn't changed since she was a child. It somehow felt different though. As if Dravin's very presence had permanently altered it.

She kept her eyes on the great painting of her father as she fought to find a believable lie.

"I am Lady Blackwood." she said, assuming the name of one of her ladies. "Lily Blackwood," she clarified, using her own childhood nickname.

She knew he wanted her to continue, that he wanted more information, but she deliberately ignored his curiosity, her mind occupied instead with a different thought.

Finally lifting her eyes to meet those of the man towering over her, she says tentatively, "You mean to protect me...?"

 

[LordLuck]

Her words sounded doubtful. Was she questioning his reasons? How droll! How flippant could that be, to question the Royalty's declarations. That was dangerous thing back into his own country. His uncle, the current King of of Masojia, had men flogged for doing it. However... Dravin was not his Uncle. He was not King yet, if anything.

"Yes. War rages outside of these walls. And my men are merely soldiers, quite taken by anything so attractive for them to desire... and take. That is the right of the conqueror, Lady Blackwood, I am sure you must be at least somewhat familiar with it."

He started to circle around her, taking his time to examine Emilie's womanly assets. Her rump behind had called his attention, her slender tummy and lithe form analized by his hunting eyes as if she was but a mere piece of meat... but as a Lady in Waiting, she should be ready for it.

"And you know what soldiers to to those that resist. They murder, pillage, rob, take what they deem fit... and to the poorest of women... they rape. I advise you not to stray too far or alone, my Lady. The common combatant is dangerous."

"Those are the Laws of Combat."

 

[lizzy1228]

He looked irritated at her surprise. Of course she was familiar with the rules of combat. She used to eavesdrop on her father and his advisers as they discussed past victories in battle. She knew how vulnerable bystanders were, especially women. It was not the reality of being a captive that surprised her, but his offer of protection. She knew there were others who would not be so generous.

She was about to tell the prince this, and apologize for seeming ungrateful, when she noticed the change in his expression. He no longer looked concerned but distant and... hungry. That was the only word Lily could think of to describe how he now looked at her. His eyes traced every inch of her figure and she felt it like a physical sensation.

She did not know if she liked it.

No doubt he was an unbelievably attractive man--exactly the kind she had always imagined to be the masculine ideal. She knew powerful men, though, knew how their moods could change and their whims could cause devastation to those less powerful than themselves. She had reason to fear Prince Dravin.

Feeling the need to reassert herself, she caught his gaze and said clearly "I understand the laws of combat, your highness. I am simply unaware of where I fit in the picture. Am I a hostage?"

She hoped her matter of fact tone would disrupt the prince's fascination with her figure. She was innocent in the ways of men and women and such intimate attention unnerved her. It also caused her heart to beat more rapidly, a blush rise to her cheeks, and a shiver to run up her spine.

 

[LordLuck]

Those words were not unexpected. Of course, Dravin hoped that she would approach such subject after some more time of flirtacious games - the way that she seemed to ignore the way that the Prince so blattantly stared down at her backside was something amazed. He knew that some experienced women simply turned down most of those that looked dazzled by their beauty, but this Lady Blackwood showed no reaction at all.

"Only if you refuse my hospitality.", he smiled impishly, "I offer you my protection in order to keep you from being harrassed out of my control, but should you turn my gracious offer down... well, I would hate to find you beaten up into a corner at the city."

He hoped that his words had been clear enough for her to understood what he had meant. In a dismissal mood, Prince Dravin came down to the throne, regaly sitting over it and beckoning her closer with a hand.

"Come, sit by me.", he showed her to the floor just besides him, where many cushions stood. "I wish to know you..."

 

[lizzy1228]

"Only if you refuse my hospitality.", he smiled impishly, "I offer you my protection in order to keep you from being harrassed out of my control, but should you turn my gracious offer down... well, I would hate to find you beaten up into a corner at the city."

Lily was visibly relieved at the prince's reply. Some of the tension eased from her body as she learned he did not mean to harm her. His tone implied a sense of humor, which she appreciated, and she allowed a hint of a smile to curve her lips at his playful tone.

She knew what such an offer implied, though. She would be placing herself in his care, and he would wish for something in return for his generosity. She knew women often exchanged intimacies for protection and status. She had never considered such a possibility for herself, but somehow the concept did not alarm her as much as she would have expected it to. She somehow sensed that the prince would not become violent with her and that knowledge soothed her. Also, she would gladly sacrifice her virtue to save her life.

With a tone that mixed resignation with modesty and a hint of flirtation, she blushed and replied shyly, "I would not turn turn down such a generous offer..."

She settled herself next to the throne as he requested--not realizing the position offered him a generous view of her full breasts--and peeked up at him from beneath her dark lashes.

"I wish to know you."

"What do you wish to know my lord?" The prospect of small talk allowed Lily to turn her mind away from what Dravin would later demand of her. Her posture visibly relaxed. Her cheeks still bore a hint of a blush and her blue eyes not reflected caution in place of fear and distrust.

 

[LordLuck]

Ah, indeed, the view of her ample bust was something that he had implied - and her lack of resistance to put herself into such position was something that also told Dravin that she must have already done such things before - the play of cat and mouse that the higher and lesser nobles always played before getting to share intimacies...

And yes, Prince Dravin would long for nothing less than to be between her legs by the end of the day, and to have Lady Blackwood raising her skirts for him whenever he wished to take her. A possibility that it would be a lot of times...

"Tell me of your life... You must have a family. A loving father? A caring mother? Tell me... I am curious about all of it."

That way he spoke, looking down to her eyes, Dravin meant for her to notice how his eyes slowly came down from her face to her generous breasts - staring shamelessly at her features. Let's see if she shall initiate it... he could be lucky and have a woman that liked to take the initiative into her hands.

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily couldn't miss how he looked at her. She blushed hotly across her cheeks and chest, and lowered her head as if to hide behind her long hair. She was afraid, there was no denying it. But there seemed to be a promise shining in the prince's eyes. As if he was pledging to please her. She shook off the thought.

She looked at the floor and let her dark hair fall around her shoulders to partially obscure her face. She had to come up with a believable story to tell him, so she decided to stick as close as possible to the truth.

"My mother died when I was young, but I do have a father. He is an important man though, and he often travels on...business" She hesitated before continuing. "I was brought to the palace when I became of age, but I was raised in the country. My mother died shortly after my birth and my father has yet to remarry, so I do not have any brothers or sisters. I know he wants a son, but I wonder if he ever recovered from losing my mother so young." Sadness for her loss flashed across face, but it was quickly gone. "I have uncles and many cousins, though they prefer the country and rarely come to court." For a moment a memory of visits to her uncle Charles' home popped up in her mind and a shadow of distress crossed her delicate features. She quickly schooled them back into a pleasant expression though. That secret was not something to share with a new acquaintance, especially not one like Prince Dravin.

She looked back up at him, pleased to have formed a decent story, and gave him a tentative smile. "What else would you like to know, my lord? I'm afraid my life is not very exciting."

 

[LordLuck]

"Then we shall find another way to entertain me..."

Those words held much promise in them, and Dravin knew that he had his point stressed out for Lady Blackwood. Apparently for her, the Prince had neglected or ignored that faint distress that had taken her mind for a moment. It had nothing to do with him, anyway, and that did not interested him for the time being. He was about to go on with his words when, suddenly, a man bursted ot the very front door of the Throne Room.

"Your Majesty...", he had treated him. Not like Highness, but Majesty already. That meant much for Emilie to process. This man had taken control of her homeland into such a quick action. "...your attention is needed at the Halls."

Although Dravin's expression had sterned as he considered to flog the poor soldier that had taken his attentions from Lady Blackwood, the Prince knew reason enough to acknowledge that it was only the warrior's duty that had brough him here.

"I am desolated, Lady Blackwood, but I must attend to my Kingdom.", he grinned. "Stay. Walk the corridors. I shall come back to you as soon as possible."

And with those last words, Dravin stood and marched away with the messenger, leaving Emilie all alone into the large room.

 

[lizzy1228]

The moment the door closed behind Prince Dravin Emile let herself take a deep breath. Now that she was alone she had time to fully process the recent events. While she was with the prince her focus had been only on survival. Now that she was alone she finally felt the full weight of the situation begin to settle in. She had so many unanswered questions.

Would her father return to reclaim his throne? Would she have to maintain her ruse until he did? And what if he was truly gone, never to return. Had her place as the nation's princess and future queen really been disrupted so quickly?

Most of all, she thought about how the prince would treat her. She knew what he expected of her, and acknowledged that it really wasn't a high price to pay in exchange for her life, but the prospect of being intimate with him terrified her. Perhaps it was because she didn't truly know him. She didn't know if she could rely on his word not to harm her or if his seeming good humor would continue. And what if it didn't? What would happen if a man who had conquered a city so swiftly was to turn on her?

A tremor of fear ran up her spine. To distract herself, she walked over to the room's largest window and sat herself at the small ledge there. It was her favorite spot in the large castle. She'd used to look out the window as a child and know that one day everything she saw would be hers. This time, she no longer had that confidence. She was suddenly a guest of a new nation.

She caught her reflection in the window and was surprised by what she saw. Her long hair--which was usually kept up in an intricate up-do--now tumbled around her shoulders in soft, mussed curls. Her cheeks were still pink from her earlier fear embarrassment. There was a small smudge of dirt across her cheek bone from when she'd fallen to the floor. She repaired the damage as much as she could but without her ladies maid there wasn't anything she could do about her hair. In her naivete she didn't know that the wild curls made it appear she had just come from bed.

Some time later--after Lily had become bored and began walking around the great room looking at paintings of her ancestors--a loud clanging sound snapped her out of her ruminations.

The man from earlier, the one who had chased her and brought her to the prince, stepped through the door looking eager to speak to Dravin.

 

[LordLuck]

The heavily-armoured man was no other than Sir Thomas himself. Seneschal and right handman of the Prince himself, this Nobleman had a thinner fram than the Prince that he served, but his stern gaze was simply daunting. A deep scar crossed his left eye - a stroke of luck had not claimed yet. There was some bloodstains on his armour, many gashes as to the blows he had endured during the taking of the City.

His feet were clad into the heavy, steel boots of his armour - his every step resounding against the large room that had once housed Emilie's soon-to-be court. It now belonged to another.

Sir Thomas was a bearded man - she noticed at the brutih thug lifted the visor of his helmet. As the knight noticed that there still were the woman in the room, and that his liege was nowhere to be seen - the insight of an opportunity appeared before his eyes. Emilie was simply breathtaking - every man that laid eyes over her would feel his heart... and groin swelling with desire. The knight was no different as he slowly walked audibly towards the woman in her fine dresses.

"Lady Blackwood?", he asked, his voice strangely meek for his size. "I am Sir Thomas, the Prince's Seneschal. I was told that yo ucould be found here..."

He said as he approached. She could notice that a wicked sword hanged from his chain-like belt. But that was not what she had noticed firts - but the same way that this man looked upon her - so similar to the way that Dravin had done before. Curiosity... and Hunger. A hunger way more savage than the Prince had. His eyes were so attracted to her rump behind that his gaze seemed to rub itself against her backside...

 

[lizzy1228]

Emilie's body immediatley tensed as she felt those cold eyes roaming over her body. She had to fight the surge of disgust that told her to get as far away from this man as possible.

Oddly, she felt the urge to run to Dravin. Yes, she knew she was not entirely safe from him either, but he had promised her protection, specifically from men like Sir Thomas.

Also, she noted that her physical reaction was different to the two men. With Dravin she had felt uneasy and self-conscious, but with Sir Thomas she felt cold dread sink in her stomach. She did not know the man, but her reaction was instinctual. He turned her blood to ice and made her want to run.

"Sir Thomas, I remember you." Her tone held just enough contempt to remind him of his rough treatment earlier. "Though we were never properly introduced." The words she spoke were soft and cordial--like those spoken at a million different social gatherings--but they held a proud sense of reproach. She meant to remind him of just how brutish his behavior had been, and make him feel ashamed.

She held her head high and schooled her features into a regal, undaunted expression. He would not intimidate her.

 

[LordLuck]

However, as Sir Thomas walked closer... closer than Lily would find it confortable, his ominous boots hitting square against the ground - the terrible, metallic sound echoing was unnerving. He pulled out his bascinet from over his head, revealling a mane of sweat-soaked hair, and a wicked grin on his lips as his eyes kept exploring her frame without shame.

"Good, good...", he told her. "I am most... delighted to make your acquaintance. After all... we had not really had the time to get more... intimate with each other, now, had we?"

The knight said, licking his lips as he approached Lady Blackwood. For him, she was just a juicy prize to be claimed during the conquest - asserting that as he carefully extended a hand... to caress against her flank, too close... too close to her. She could smell his breath, the scent of sweat and blood that emanated from Sir Thomas' armour.

"My Liege has his eyes on you, you surely know... but we could get a little time for ourselves without him knowing of it, right, cutie?"

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily felt herself becoming nausus at the c0mbination of the awful scent of death and Sir Thomas's fondeling. He didn't bother to hide his intent, and she felt herself wanting to scream. Wanting to kick and hit and run away as fast as she could. It had been a horribly long day already and she was nearing her wit's end. She didn't know how much longer she could play the dimunitive lady in waiting. She wanted nothing more than to find the palace troops and order them to attack this vile man.

His touch made her feel dirty, much more so than her scraped hands, tousled hair, and torn gown.

"I don't imagine your prince would like that very much, Sir Thomas."

As she spoke, he dropped his left hand to her behind and brought his right hand up to trace his fingers along the neckline of her dress.

 

[LordLuck]

His touch against her behind started as a slow petting - as if just feeling her form - and turning to a vicious grip, helding her behind as a piece of flesh to be sorely treasured. His other hand, as he lowered his helm to the floor, started to play around her neckline. Slowly, he was moving against her, forcing her against the stone wall of the room, brushing himself against her.

"Perhaps, but he doesn't need to know about it, good Lady. I am sure you'd welcome the both of us... and spread you legs to any that approached."

Slowly, he took his haed closer to her bust in order to kiss against her soft skin.

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily crowded as close to the wall as possible, as if she pushed hard enough, she would simply be absorbed into it. Sir Thomas's touch disgusted her. How could a gentleman, especially one she imagined to be of some importance, behave this way? She knew some women were treated this way but it violated her every belief about morality.

He made a sound low in his throat as he caressed her, as if he revealed in the conquest. He tone changed nearly to pleading as she once again bravely tried to talk the Knight out of his obvious desire. "But you have pledged your allegiance to him, have you not? Surely no Knight would violate such a promise..." She hated the weakness in her tone and felt her chest grow tight with unshed tears.

She gasped when he began to kiss along her neckline. It was becoming hard to believe that he would be satisfied with only touches.

"Please," she said in a soft voice, "Don't do this..."

 

[LordLuck]

"Ah, my poor darling... I am doing it. And you will love it."

His words were like terrible thunders to her ears; the iminent promise in them making her shiver under his touch and gaze. His kisses were becoming longer and more demaning as he started to lick against the surface between her breasts, pulling her neckline down. His hand at her behind started to knead her flesh, as Thomas readied himself to lay claim and take possession of her.

"I am not violating any promises, lover... In fact, I'm only claiming my right to plunder..."

He started to rub himself against her. Soon, he would make her move. What would save Lily... if anything at all?

 

[lizzy1228]

Lily squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, fighting fruitlessly against the need to sink to the floor and sob. Her chest ached with the need to sob and scream. The only thing holding her together was her utter hatred of this man and the regal pride she'd been instilled with since childhood.

Royals did not cry. They do not show any weakness at all.

For the first time Lily wanted to curse her duty as a princess, even if her royalty was a secret. She would not betray her duty. She felt as if she did she would be admitting defeat and her country would truly be lost to these foreign conquerors.

She attempted a commanding tone, "Stop. Stop... Stop" With each word her tone lost its strength.

"Stop" she attempted once more. This time her words were little more than a whisper.

She prayed for rescue. Anything to interrupts this torture.

As if her thoughts had commanded it, the heavy door began to swing open.