AroraDestiny
Destiny Calls...
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((Thread is closed to PrinceTravis and myself. We both hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it. This thread was moved from SRP since it is more or less rp then all sex. Of course there will be a bit of the good stuff here too.))
It was a rainy dreary morning the day Arora and her older brother Fitt's father joined thier mother in heaven. It was apparent that thier stepmother did not care even a little that he was dead. Even now the dead cold stare was penetrating Arora worse then the rain. Arora turned away then and went to stand beside Fitt. Her brother would be crowned king after the proper mourning period of two weeks. He stood still saying nothing his face solemn but he didnt shed a tear, he couldnt. Arora put her arm around him and let her tears flow for him.
Returning home Arora wanted nothing more then to slip into a warm tub and go to bed. The strain of her fathers death and the possibility that her wretch of a stepmother might have had something to do with it was eating at her strength. Walking silently down the hall she stops hearing voices at her stepmothers door.
"Well at least the bastard is dead. He was never good for anything other then his money and even that he spent to lavishly on his brat of a daughter."
Arora stays silent listening more. It was common knowledge that her stepmother was he greedy sort who hated the fact that a dime was spent on Aroras gowns at all. A mans voice was also heard although he was unknown to her. She peeks through the crack of the open door.
"Yes milady and noone will suspect why he had a sudden heart attack and passed. After all there were no traces. I want my payment. Bring the girl to me."
The man was tall and slender dark hair and even darker eyes. He looked to be some kind of mage wearing a black suit with a long cloak. He appeared to be in his mid 40's much older then her 20 years.
"I hardly think she can be disturbed tonight Lord Dracon. The mourning period of the princess cannot be disturbed or there would be a scandel. I cant risk it I need Fitt crowned king. Its the only way to access his fortune."
Her gasp is bearly contained but she manages to stay silent. The man moves up to her stepmother and grabs ahold of her by her neck.
"You will do as I say. I could care less about a damn scandel. However I am reasonable."
He releases her throat letting her fall to the floor gasping for air.
"I will return for her tomorrow. She had best be ready for me or you might suffer a fate worse then death."
Arora turns and rushes down the hall and into her room shutting the door behind her listening fearfully as his footsteps aproach and pause near her door then continue on. Fearfully she grabs her pouch and writes her brother a quick note stashing it where only he will find it then locking her door so all will think her asleep she walks out across the countryside.
She walks all day before comming upon a tavern on the outskirts of a city. It has a small inn above it and a lovely lake beside it. The lights glow in the windows seem welcoming and so she goes down the hill and finds her way inside the main room. By now her long brown hair is soaked and stringy her black gown and cloak are soaked and her feet are sore from walking in dress shoes. She goes straight to the fire to warm up.
It was a rainy dreary morning the day Arora and her older brother Fitt's father joined thier mother in heaven. It was apparent that thier stepmother did not care even a little that he was dead. Even now the dead cold stare was penetrating Arora worse then the rain. Arora turned away then and went to stand beside Fitt. Her brother would be crowned king after the proper mourning period of two weeks. He stood still saying nothing his face solemn but he didnt shed a tear, he couldnt. Arora put her arm around him and let her tears flow for him.
Returning home Arora wanted nothing more then to slip into a warm tub and go to bed. The strain of her fathers death and the possibility that her wretch of a stepmother might have had something to do with it was eating at her strength. Walking silently down the hall she stops hearing voices at her stepmothers door.
"Well at least the bastard is dead. He was never good for anything other then his money and even that he spent to lavishly on his brat of a daughter."
Arora stays silent listening more. It was common knowledge that her stepmother was he greedy sort who hated the fact that a dime was spent on Aroras gowns at all. A mans voice was also heard although he was unknown to her. She peeks through the crack of the open door.
"Yes milady and noone will suspect why he had a sudden heart attack and passed. After all there were no traces. I want my payment. Bring the girl to me."
The man was tall and slender dark hair and even darker eyes. He looked to be some kind of mage wearing a black suit with a long cloak. He appeared to be in his mid 40's much older then her 20 years.
"I hardly think she can be disturbed tonight Lord Dracon. The mourning period of the princess cannot be disturbed or there would be a scandel. I cant risk it I need Fitt crowned king. Its the only way to access his fortune."
Her gasp is bearly contained but she manages to stay silent. The man moves up to her stepmother and grabs ahold of her by her neck.
"You will do as I say. I could care less about a damn scandel. However I am reasonable."
He releases her throat letting her fall to the floor gasping for air.
"I will return for her tomorrow. She had best be ready for me or you might suffer a fate worse then death."
Arora turns and rushes down the hall and into her room shutting the door behind her listening fearfully as his footsteps aproach and pause near her door then continue on. Fearfully she grabs her pouch and writes her brother a quick note stashing it where only he will find it then locking her door so all will think her asleep she walks out across the countryside.
She walks all day before comming upon a tavern on the outskirts of a city. It has a small inn above it and a lovely lake beside it. The lights glow in the windows seem welcoming and so she goes down the hill and finds her way inside the main room. By now her long brown hair is soaked and stringy her black gown and cloak are soaked and her feet are sore from walking in dress shoes. She goes straight to the fire to warm up.