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Kililia

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Her father was a son of a prince from an ally country that provided most of the wheat for the kingdom, he was very respected for his Morales and duty towards the king. A decade ago after the king claim a new territory he send him and his family to make the land fertile and provide more food for kingdom but lately their rival began the rebel and cause trouble.The king promise that the family was under his protection and their daughter be promised to one of his sons. After many years they manage to make the land fertile but the rebel attacked and the man only manage to send his 2 daughters to the kingdom. Which one died on the way to the kingdom,she was princess Lidya .
 
Prince Francis wasn't accustomed to spending time at the castle. He hadn't been since he came of age and his father started sending him around not just the kingdom but to the neighboring lands as a diplomat. Of course as was expected of a man like him he was no stranger to the fine ladies of the land and had earned the the nickname the 'Fertile Prince' for the number of children that bore his very distinct blue green eye coloration that seemed to spring up a year or so after he'd traveled away from any given province or kingdom. It was something of a bother for him to actually be back home.

After a long hunt his advisors had come to him, informing him that the Princess Lidia had made her way. There had been an attack and the rest of her family was dead or captured. Nobody knew for certain their fates. Already the king had sent out knights to confirm their fate but in the meanwhile she was already promises to be his wife.

"Damnit." He mumbled. If things were as bad as all that she was basically worthless. The point of marrying a king and a lesser one at that was to become a king himself even if it was of a distant land and perhaps joint it with his fathers after he became king of both lands. Now she was nothing but a pretty face. Still he wasn't one to be rude or discourteous so he showered, put on his finest silks and traveled down to her room knocking.

"Princess Lidia, it is I, Prince Francis."
 
Princess Lidya sat down at the desk writing in her diary as she looks up at the sky. She had a pretty good idea that her love one were dead and the king was simply trying to tie down the "fertile prince" to not waste any more royal genes. She found the whole situation annoying and honestly did not want to be married to a man such as him. She gasp as she heard him called out to her. She quickly stood and hid her diary under her pillow as it contain her plans to flee. She looked around and rush to the window and took a posed before replying: Please come in...
 
Prince Francis walked in as soon as she'd given him permission and paused in the door way to consider the room and the woman. She was pretty, a lot prettier than he'd been lead to believe. She was downright fuckable actually. "Greetings. I am Prince Francis. I'm sorry for the circumstances under which we meet but nevertheless I am happy to be making your acquaintance Princess. Is there anything, anything at all I can get that would make your stay more pleasant?" He smiled warming and genuinely. There were certainly worse fates than being wed to this woman. Even without her lands as a dowry she'd still be pleasant to have between the sheets.
 
Lydia forces a nervous smile as she curties: its a pleasure to meet you...i can't think of anything new...Anyways i a planning to head out in town....*begins to walk pass him with her purse* i will be back later, perhaps we can talk then....I am sure you have more important things to do
 
"Even if I did have more important things to do you can't be allowed to wander the town unattended Princess." He said firmly but not unkindly. He wasn't sure how things were where she came from but her family an enterouge had been killed and she was still a valuable person if only for ransom. He might not truly respect his father but he didn't want to deal with the fall out of losing his princess either.
 
Lydya looked annoyed: I can easily disguised myself to not be recognize not to mention no one knows about me as i was not announced to your ppl as a princess. Honestly even if i were killed it would beneficial to you...perfect excused for the 'fertile prince" *walks passed him, dismissing his presence*
 
He grabbed her roughly by the arm dragging her back into the room. "Even if you could disguise yourself you won't be taking that risk. It would look bad for me." He said firmly. "All the rest of your people are dead or captured so there are people who know exactly what you look like.
 
Lydia gasps as he grabs her arm: ooww...your hurting me....*curses as he drags her back into her room: You can not tell me what to do....you are NOT my father! *she tries to pull away* i will not be locked in my room as if ...i were a child...i am a grown woman...*glares at him* Even if people were after me, it does not concern me, no one knows we are even married...so you can act as if we were never husband and wife...simply claim, i am a princess that was killed on a visit to your homeland...now let me go!
 
"No I amnot your father. I am-" He stopped himself shy of completing that thought. He would have said that he was alive but he didnt' know the fate of the king for sure yet anyway. "It's not about if they know we are married or not it's about you. You are still a princess. Even in the best of times I would be remiss to let you go out. . .unaccompanied." He bowed slightly. "And it would be a shame if a woman as beautiful and smart as you were killed, the land would surely fall to mourning if I told them something liek that."
 
Lidya sighs: I never asked to be a princess, you can just claim i died like the others...I dont want to be accompainied, i like my freedom...*roll her eyes* perhaps the whore you bed fall for such lines but i certainly will not...*walks pass him as she mumbles under her breathe. She found herself determine to keep her freedom and not be locked away like a typical princess. She always loved knowing her people and no king and prince would stop her lifestyle*
 
"I didn't ask to be a prince." Francis countered. Of course he really didn't mind it at all he just hadn't asked for it. " We all have our jobs to do and you are not free so you can simply stop fretting about it. He grabbed her arm again harder this time and threw her against the wall. "So you are never leaving these walls unaccompanied, if you keep acting like a petulent child however you may never leave the castle at all." He wasn't bluffing either, plenty of princesses were not allowed to leave with or without accompaniment. The risk was just too great. Here it would be unnusual but not unheard of.
 
Lidya roll her eyes as he replied , gasps as he grabbed her arm, hisses at him; let me go! *winces as he threw her against the wall, she looks at him in disbelief as no one ever dared to place their hand on her in such a manner: you have no say in my movement...*pales as he mention locking her up completely* you can't do that...your mad! completely mad..*tries to pull her arm free, panicked at his words and action* let me go...or i will tell the king of your actions!
 
"Tell the King. Do you think he'll care after what has already happened to your people? you should consider it a privilege that you are not accompanied by guards this very instant. Now you have your choices." He pulled her off the wall and shoved her to the floor. "You can obey or you can be made to obey."
 
Lidya curses as she lands on the floor and look up with hatred in her eyes: You made yourself clear! i hate you...*gets up slowly as she wipes off her dress* You better enjoy fucking those whores because even if i be force to marry you, i am not force to welcome you in my bed...GET OUT!
 
"We'll discuss sleeping arrangments some other day." Francis said walking out. He positioned guards around her room though expecting her to try an escape so he made sure that was impossible. He didn't bother her at all for the rest of the day however going about his regular business including an argument with his father before word was sent that she should come and joing them for dinner.
 
She made her way to have diner with the family as she was informed that the prince asked her to join them. She reluctantly made her way to the table as she sat with them as she glared at the prince. She already hated his guts as he tries to control hr from the beginning.
 
Prince Francis was quiet at the start of their meal. "It's good that we have you here Princess. I'm sorry for your loss and I promise you we will have people looking into it. We will find them and get your justice."
 
Lidya wince as he mentions her family: thank you...no need to shed blood for my sake, it will not bring back my family...*looks down at her napkin as she felt so alone and trapped* My family were not the type to hold grudges...*forces herself to eat*
 
"No it will not raise the dead." Francis agreed somberly. "But we will know for certain if they are all dead and more importantly than that it will help ensure your further safetly."

The king raised his chalice. "We should talk about lighter things my son. Have you had a chance to take the princess out to see the fields?"

"No I haven't father. . .she's been getting arranged."
 
Lidya began to rethinking over that if they kill the murderers, she allow to walk freely without guards: perhaps your right prince, i would enjoy knowing i be safe once they all dead...*glance at the king* it sound wonderful, i am sure its lovely....*glares at the prince reply* I would love to see it...
 
"We will go soon I promise." Francis replied reaching for his wine. Of course he wasn't going to let her go unguarded no matter what the circumstances. He was barely allowed to go out without someone to watch him.

"That's lovely my dear, I hope you can forgive my son." The King said. "He's led an. . .adventurous life despite my best efforts to keep him inline as a gentlemen should be."
 
Lidya nods: that sounds wonderful....*sips her wine as she forces a smiles at Francis. She hated him and had no intentio bed him or worse bare him a child. She turn to the king*I heard he had quite a reputation with the ladies...you practically need no need a wife for him as he has already so many heirs....*laughs*
 
The king growned then glowered over at his son who shrank slightly. "It's just rumors my dear, he's a bit frisky but nothing you need to worry yourself about."

Francis relaxed at that and nodded. "Of course not m'lady. Nothing to worry about."
 
She shrug as she sip her wine: i remember when i a rived a young woman with a baby pleaded to see the prince...i have to say the child had particular eye, exactly like your son...and not mention...*sip more of her wine" his nick name is prince fertile"...even when he came visit a while back when father was arrived, i rarely saw him attend to our gathering...yet still years later we notice several children with those same "unique" eyes...I understand he is "frisky" but his action can threaten the throne...after all we would not want a commoner , less a whore claim place to the throne....its be a total disgrace *he could see the king was enrage with his son and restraining to beat him severely before his wife as she spoke the truth As the prince feared his father wrath*
 
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