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Post by Vortigern on Aug 24, 2011 12:15:17 GMT -5
 -------Kicking someone how was down. She just did not stop, did she. Her words, or threats, or whatever remarks meant to infuriate him just kept flowing out of her mouth. Talk about a woman with a loose tongue. He was sick of it. She should not be so bold and be aware that he was not a man to be reckoned with. That when he told her to do something, or not do something, he expected his words to be followed. Everyone else in Soleria did it, why not her? It was undoubtedly a pride thing. But he did not care. What pride and dignity did she have left in such a position. "Hmm, now what an intriguing thought," he commented in mock contemplation. As if he was now considering the possibility of kicking her. It was not too far from the brutal acts he displayed when teaching someone else a lesson. Maybe it would come into play with her.
-------But for now, they needed to get to a more discreet location, rather than out in the open, near the border. She did not seem to be fidgeting away from him when he approached her with the rope. He grabbed both her wrists, a gesture that was done easy enough considering the petite nature of her wrists and proceeded to tie the rope around her. He intentionally made it tighter than need be. Hoping it would cause discomfort; and hoping even more than it would leave a significantly strong rope burn. Her questions did not fall in deaf ears but he was not going to grant her with the privilege of knowing before arriving. "But if I told you that, where would the surprise be?" He asked mockingly, well aware that this could not be deemed as a 'pleasant surprise'. Once her hands were bound, he looked back into the sac, looking for something that would benefit them all.
-------He would not have to bind her ankles together as she had already injured one. An unforeseen perk in this matter. He pulled out a piece of cloth and tied it around her mouth, the length of it enabling him to tie it with ease at the back of her head. "Since you will not shut up otherwise, this is the best way to make you hold your tongue. Unless you force me to cut it out." Another threat. But he did not want her to scream and whine on their ride from here. Though it was night and not many were out at this hour. It could still attract unwanted attention. "And last, but certainly not least..." Concealment. He had limited her mobility, ceased her incessant talking, and now he would protect the location of where he was taking her.
-------He dumped the rest of the content from the bag, the remainder only being a flint and tinder, and he held the sack up. Well, first things first. He was obviously not going to be the one riding with her, so grasping the ropes he dragged her over to where one of his knights waited on the horse. "Pardon," he said as if he was about to excuse his next actions, but they were said with more sarcasm than anything else. For he would never ask for her pardon or forgiveness for anything. He lifted her onto the back area of the saddle, seating her in an upright position. But he still had one more thing to do before they left. "I expect you to behave Yassia," he said in that same condescending tone. "And I will see you again very soon."
-------With those words of finality, he placed the sac over her head, covering her sight with darkness. He hoped it scared her; he hoped it terrified her! But these were only hopes, for she was not one who he could easily predict. She spoke out when he warned her otherwise, and she held herself up high when he tried to degrade her. A proud princess indeed. Vortigern then moved to the front of the horse to address its rider. "Ride as quickly as you can, and do not stop until you have reached the arranged destination." It was about an hour's ride, and that was going at full speed. So that was the estimated time of arrival he expected from his knight.
-------He then moved to the side of the horse, smirking though Yassia could not see his expression. "Pleasant journey Princess Yassia," he said mockingly. He then hit the side of the horse so that it brought its front legs up in the rode and bolted off into the distance. Vortigern was not about to waste any time. He quickly went back to his own horse, mounted, and took an alternate route to the same location. He firstly had to make sure that his men were cleared from the border. Most of them at least, so that it would not look suspicious; so that it would not look like they were waiting for someone which is precisely what they had been doing. And now, they had found her. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 24, 2011 11:42:41 GMT -5
 -------Well at least she curtsied. At least she had some semblance of displaying the proper respect. Vortigern knew he should not judge her harshly as she was a friend of his sister's, but he did. Under the circumstances that she was here for, he would judge her very harshly. For she was not here as Naevia's friend; she was here as a potential wife. Though the very idea was ridiculous to Vortigern. He still could not believe his father had grown so desperate, that he was starting to pair him with people who were less than nobles. He would never marry one. Never! He wanted to roll his eyes at her comment, for he knew his interactions with her would be the same as they were with any woman who his father brought here with ulterior motives.
-------In fact, it would be worse for she was not a princess nor queen. "Perhaps a better quality carriage would be a wise investment." He knew his father would strongly disapprove of such a comment; of suggesting her carriage was low quality hence the reason she did not enjoy her travels.But what did Vortigern care about being respectful to someone who should only be respectful to him. "Naevia apologizes for her current absence," he said, partially making that up. Though Naevia was never supposed to be here to begin with, apparently, he may as well say that now so that Isabel would not be looking for her. "She hopes to join us in a few days." Not true. Not to Vortigrn's knowledge anyway, but he could not exactly blurt out that she was here for him to decide if he wanted to marry her.
-------After all, in the matter of a few days, she would discover the truth. "So we hope you will stay with us until she has come." A lie. "And find your stay to be comfortable." Without a doubt. Surely this castle was far more extravagant than the estate of a noble. "Now, let us go inside as you must be tired from the uncomfortable journey." As if he cared. Nevertheless he told his servants to take her bags and tend to the horses. They would take the servant's entrances and passageways to get to her chambers. For it would look ridiculous if they were scurrying behind Vortigern with their bags. And with that, he began to go inside the castle, expecting her to follow him. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 22, 2011 14:58:48 GMT -5
 -------He did not care about her clear distraught over what happened. He had more right to be upset! Of course, anyone apart from Vortigern would strongly disagree to this. But he saw it no other way. He should have expected her sarcastic retort to his question, which had only sounded rhetorical several moments after he had asked it. But he found himself growing annoyed with her all over again; her and her defiant and disrespectful ways. For that reason, he did not make reference to the blood. That would only make this more... real. Oh god. This had actually happened. He had actually stooped so low; lowered his standards so much to the point of bedding a noblewoman. How... wrong. So very wrong! "Why?" Really?! Was it not obvious? "Is it not obvious?" Wasn't it?! But Vortigern almost did not want to say it. Though he knew that she had to be thinking the same thing... it felt more odd to say it. But out of his anger, and fury over this, over her... it came out.
-------"You had ulterior motives. And you clearly wanted the rank that you thought bedding a royal prince would give you!".. The next part was more dreaded, but in all his anger, he blurted it out. "And a bastard child it had the possibility to create!" ... What if she was truly pregnant?! Vortigern could easily deny it. And have nothing to do with her. It was more the pride factor; for he was a man of great pride and his actions last night, made him so very disgusted in himself. "You must have done something. This is your fault!" He accused. Though, there was an undeniable sincerity in her voice when she spoke of not remembering anything. No! She was making a fool out of him! Just as she had yesterday and apparently last night.
-------Well, at least he could get his pants back on. He waited a couple of extra moments when she turned, just to be entirely sure. He dropped the blanket and very quickly pulled his pants on, not trusting her to not look. Even though she had seen plenty last night, he would putting nothing past her. He did not tell her when his pants were firmly on. Quickly doing up the lacing and his belt, he then went to grab his shirt, pulling it over his head. Revolting... he had to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Clothes that had been on the dirty ground! How... not hygienic. And they still felt a little damp. Even better. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 22, 2011 14:45:58 GMT -5
-------Vortigern was not sure how a woman could be so... annoyingly defiant. It was truly infuriating and with every word she spoke, his hatred for her grew. Hatred. Perhaps that was the wrong word. Or maybe it was the perfect way to describe the nature of their, relationship. He had not liked her when he met her upon the proposal, but his motives for kidnapping her were purely political. Now however, his motives for beating her were personal. Perhaps the personal and political would intermingle after all. "A woman in your position should not make such empty threats," he snapped back when she told him he would 'pay'. It was something to be laughed about but right now, he did not express the humor in her words. He was just purely irritated by them. And perhaps, this was what drove her to be so foolishly bold. Or incredibly stupid rather.
-------He continued to drag her forward, obviously paying no need to her 'order' to stop. The plea in her voice was detected, as were the tears in her eyes, but both things went unacknowledged. He had no time nor desire to comfort the tears of the woman. Hell, he was more pleased with himself for having put them there. When he got where he could release his hold, he threw her forward, hoping she would fall to the ground. Where she belonged. "Did I not tell you that you would beg," he said in a strongly patronizing voice, a smug grin on his face. Whether it was really begging or not, something had to have fueled her words to make him stop. Other than because she felt she was entitled to respect. At this moment his men approached the scene, passing Vortigern his dagger to him; the one they had pulled from the horse as the young prince put the weapon back in its holder at his side.
-------"Is everything prepared?" He asked them. One of the knights tossed Vortigern a sack filled with things, as he responded to the question from their leader. "Yes Sire. The site is ready for her." Vortigern knew he could not take her back to the castle, for several of reasons. The first, being because of his father. And the nobles and knights loyal to his father, would obviously report the presence of a hostage princess. Vortigern knew he could get his revenge on them and even though they feared him, it was far too great a risk to take. He had to think this through carefully. Then of course there was the other matter of when word got out that Yassia was in his clutches, the castle would be the first place they would look for her. And Vortigern wanted a more, private arrangement between her uncle and him.
-------So instead, he had chosen an abandoned estate, one that was not too great in size but it was not the size of it that mattered. It was the fact that it was so isolated, so far from everything, that one would not be able to find it unless they were looking. And even it's existence was unknown to anyone foreign to the land. In fact, it was unknown to anyone who was not fully versed in the history of Soleria. Vortigern proceed to dug into the sac he had been given, already knowing the content of it. They had pre-prepared it for when the time came of her arrival. He pulled out a rope, for starts, and moved towards her. "Are you going to stay still?" He questioned, already aware of how resilient she proved to be. "Or am I going to have to teach you another lesson in discipline," he added, with dead seriousness. And now, he had the dagger to make good on his previous threat.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 22, 2011 14:05:41 GMT -5
-------Vortigern had returned from his duties, aka terrorizing the villagers to pay their taxes, a couple of hours ago. He had changed out of his armor and dressed in his fine attire. He had no particular place to go today but he always tended to look his finest. He was a prince after all, why should he not? He had the wealth, the expensive clothing, the fine silver... and he may as well display as much of it as he could. He had been informed that his father wished to see him, which was of course nothing new. He spent a significant amount of time with King Gildas, as they spoke of both personal affairs and political matters. He entered his room, seeing Gildas standing near the window. "Father," he greeted. Gildas waited a few moments before turning around and facing his son, his hands clasped behind his back. His father was ill but he still carried himself like a king. Not as strongly as he once did, but he still had his pride.
-------"We are expecting a visitor to arrive shortly." Well that was blunt. But such was the way of his father... and Vortigern. It seemed to be a family trait. "Who?" Vortigern question, with half interest. Gildas paused for a brief moment. "She is a dear friend of Naevia's, perhaps you recall Lady Isabel de Massard?" Vortigern had five sisters, all of whom had many friends; why would he remember this one specifically? "Why does she come now? Naevia is not even present." She was with her husband, in another kingdom. Another pause from Gildas, this time a bit of a longer one. Vortigern was not sure he liked where this conversation was going. "It is not Naevia she comes to see." Now Vortigern remained silent. His father gave him a loot... that look... the look he knew too well. "Father... " "Before you start rejecting the subject-"
"You can not be serious! A friend of Naevia's?" Now Vortigern knew why his father had not told him of this sooner; because he knew Vortigern would have made an excuse to not be present. Hell, he have left the castle to add more legitimacy to his lacking presence. "It was your sister Naevia who suggested this match." Now that did not surprise Vortigern either. He knew what his father was like when it came to such matters, and he would usually comply, if only to humor him. "She is very beautiful," Gildas added. "You say that about every woman father," he said, suppressing an annoyed sigh. It was never the appearance that was a factor in his denying the proposal; but a whole other series of reasons. Granted, Vortigern was picky enough as it was. "What kingdom does her family rule?" He asked, automatically assuming she was royalty. There were few women that Vortigern met under such circumstances that were not royal.
-------"She is not royalty, but a noblewoman." This, right here, was the deal breaker. "No. Absolutely not! Father you can not possibly expect me to settle for someone who is far beneath my station!" He did not care how beautiful she was... he was not marrying someone lower in rank! "As I said, she is a dear friend of your sister's. Her family all passed away and she is on her own. This would give her the comfort of a family, and her and Naevia are practically as sisters anyway." Vortigern was revolted by the very suggested. "I do not care! I will never marry the mere daughter of a noble." Gildas sighed, having expected this reaction from his son. But also knew his obedience far surpassed his defiance. At least when it came to his king. "You will consider it," he told him.
-------"She comes any moment now. You will show her the proper respect and courtesy. And you will regard her as a possible candidate for your future wife." Vortigern knew he was defeated for when his father held that tone of certainty, there was no denying his command. "I will join you for dinner later tonight." Oh great! This just gets better and better. At least with his father not present, Vortigern could get away with a little provoking and trying to make a bad impression. But if his father was there... then he knew he would ask the questions that Vortigern hated to ask. "Does she even know why she comes?" Probably not. "Do not fret. We will inform her of the reason for our invitation." It was not her not knowing that Vortigern fretted about; it was the other way around.
-------And now, several moments later, here he stood. In the courtyard to greet their not even royal guest. Vortigern tried to force the scowl off his face. He tried to remain composed. But he was despising this arrangement already. When he saw her exit the carriage, he just looked at her. Of course, she was beautiful. Very exquisite in fact. And she seemed to carry herself fairly well too. Why had his father told him she was not royalty? He would have been far more content not knowing her true status, for at least he'd be led to believe she was royalty from the way she presented herself. But he knew the truth; and it made him all the more displeased. He took a few steps towards her. This was going to be dreadful. "Lady Isabel," he greeted, courtesly, but he refused to bow his head to her. He did not lower his body in the slightest. She was inferior to him. She was no queen; no princess; but a mere noblewoman! His father may as well had brought a servant to him! "I hope your journey was pleasant." Not that he cared. She was just a bloody noblewoman! Damn Naevia for her cursed suggestions.
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 22, 2011 13:32:43 GMT -5
-------Why was she just staring at him like that. Did she have no tongue? Were they having some sort of ridiculous staring contest? Vortigern was far above these things. Besides, this was just a clear display of how unintelligent those of the lower class were. How could Camelot possibly accept such a queen who only stared at a prince. What was this, some sort of challenge as to who was more stubborn? Vortigern was stubborn but he was also impatient. He was not blind to her expression, though he obviously felt she had no right to be disapproving when she was a servant elevated to future royalty. "Can you not speak?" He questioned, obviously sarcastically for he knew she could. Right now, she was wasting his time.
-------"You are in the presence of royalty, so you will answer my question." Would she assert her authority; her newly attained rank? Would she tell him she was queen of this realm and therefore, she too demanded respect? Vortigern did not know what kind of woman she was. Nor did he want to know. He had come here to speak to the true king... whichever one that was. Hell, Lady Morgana would even make a better queen that this meek little servant. It was just appalling how Camelot could make themselves so weak. But in the future, it would work in Vortigern's advantage for should he pick a kingdom to invade, perhaps he would select the one with a peasant queen and peasant knights. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 22, 2011 13:24:24 GMT -5
-------Wait... she could not possibly be blaming him for this! Had he not made it crystal clear yesterday that he had wanted nothing to do with her? It had been her who had thrown out little flirtations his way. At the time he had thought it was done with the sole purpose of annoying him. But now, it seemed that she had a plan all along! How devious! How totally unacceptable! And yet, what was he to do right now. He was standing here naked, with only a blanket to cover himself. And she was lying in the bed... in a similar state of undress. There was positively no way she could claim innocence in this. He thought of the drinks they had, growing more and more convinced that she had drugged him. Why else would he have this dreadful headache? No. Why else would he wake up in bed with her!
-------"What did you put in my drink?" He demanded to know. He was well aware, though cared little, that they were just throwing questions back and forth. Neither of them possessing the suitable answers. He watched her peek down under the sheets and seem, shocked. "What is it?" He quickly asked. But as soon as he questioned the source of her surprise, he seemed to understand. Had they not engaged in a conversation yesterday about her virtue? Had she... was she... what did they do last night?! Though the evidence was all there; the answer being solidified in what she saw on the sheets. For he was certain it was blood. And everyone knew that virgins bled the first time. This was an utter disaster!
-------"Clearly you did something!" He spat out. She should not be absolved from blame, nor guilt over what she had clearly done to him. "Tell me what drug you put in my drink to seduce me!" That was it. The most logical explanation, and he was sticking to it. How could this happen? How had he been so delirious? How... was he still not wearing pants?! He needed to fix at least one of these things. Knowing he had no where else to go, as he could not parade out in the hallway naked, he would have to put them on here. But not with prying eyes. She had clearly gotten enough of a show last night. "Turn around," he demanded, still clutching his pants. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 23:39:51 GMT -5
-------This woman just did not learn! It was maddening! If there was anything that one could do to infuriate the prince of Sorelia, it was to challenge his authority. To display clear signs of defiance. To show him disrespect. To insult him! He could not stand any of these things and Yassia seemed to encompass every single one. Especially with those glares she was giving him. She should be too afraid to look in him the eyes! And yet, she was glaring at him with a cold stare. How dare she! Who gave her the right to look at him? She was nothing. She was the dirt beneath his feet! And he would make her feel as such for the duration of her time as his hostage. Despite the fact that he had her in his clutches, he remained unsatisfied. For she was not complying with his warning. Her stubbornness and criticism towards him was increasing his impatience and causing the rage to course through his body. He slightly lowered himself and raised his hand to towards her as if to strike her again yet paused midway. He had not been sure if he would go through with it or not, but decided against it. And it had nothing to do with compassion for her.
-------"The next time I strike you it will be with a blade in my hand." And he would make sure it was a nicely sharpened blade. He crouched down in front of her, forcefully cupping her chin in his hand and abruptly turning her head to the side, as if he was inspecting her face. "And I would not want to scar that pretty little face of yours," he added. Of course, there was really no truth of remorse in his words. He would do it without hesitation, and leave the most gruesome scar on her otherwise flawless and fair skin. He would then see how proud of a princess, and how much confidence she had after that. He rose to his feet once more, finding her far too unworthy for him to keep at his eye level. Her invitation to drag her was an enticing one. "You have no idea what I would like Yassia," he commented, going back to her earlier comment. "But do not think I will warn you again. You will be on your best behavior or suffer the consequences." He spoke to her as if she was a child, in the most demeaning way he could.
-------"Here in Sorelia you are not a princess. You are my prisoner." He knew his words contradicted his firm belief in that one could not escape the blood that ran through their veins for they were bound to their true rank from them. It was why someone of lower class could never increase their rank. Even if it was through adoption, even through marriage... they would always and forever remain as a lower ranked citizen. But right now, he was going to go with that policy. Not when it came to the princess of Ailantha. "But since my hostage has given me permission..." He continued, obviously sarcastic since he did not need her permission for anything. He was simply referring to her 'permission to drag her'. He grabbed her by the arm, aggressively pulled her to her feet and began to drag her through the dirt to where his horse was. Here she was; grand princess of Ailantha, being dragged by the greatest prince of all realms! What a title that would be! |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 23:23:04 GMT -5
-------Her willingness to admit that he was right just left him silent for a moment. But her next words, pointing out that she was not like most noble women, was entirely true. Of course, he was not about to see that as a good thing. Since when had he ever come even close to paying her a compliment. Why should he bother? "No, you are not," He confirmed. And just to make sure she did not misinterpret how he meant it, though his tone was far from flattering; he added for clarification purposes: "Unfortunately." Very unfortunate indeed. "Perhaps it would do you well to actually mingle among other noblewomen. Learn by example of how to interact with others above you. How to address them. How to respect them." Had she really never been to court? Her father's reaction seemed to suggest that she had not... but, really?
-------He could not believe what she said next. Her father had actually tried to 'strike lucky' by... oh dear god! That was positively laughable! Vortigern even scoffed at the mere suggestion of such a preposterous thing! It was actually downright demeaning, to hear that her father would actually believe that he would settle for someone so low. "It would take far more than luck for that to be even remotely possible." At least she had seemed to acknowledge that. How oblivious did a person have to be to really believe that such a thing was possible?! "It is not even a matter of liking you." Though he did not like this family. "You are far too beneath me for me to even consider for an instant that you would be an adequate match to me." Yes. Him. His pride and arrogance clear with his words, and his reminder to her of where she was in the social hierarchy. As he never passed up the chance to remind her.
He seemed to be breaking her down with the way her voice quieted. Well, good! It is what it should be then. As she got up to leave, Vortigern's words, he assumed, would stop her. "Actually, I suppose I should thank you," he said, countering her remark about her 'wasting his time'. His gratitude was a bit sarcastic, but he had a purpose for this sudden outspoken gratefulness. "For reminding me what is wrong with the women in todays world." And why it was so hard to find a decent wife; because they just did not know their place. And tonight, at the de Braose estate, he was reminded of that. Granted, it happened a far many more times before coming here. He was just picking on her because she was here in front of him. And because he had the power to mock and bully her. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 21:06:09 GMT -5
-------What was he doing here like that?! What was she doing here like that! He had demanded to know first. And who cared anyway, he was a prince and she... wait, why was he in bed, nude, with a noblewoman?! With someone beneath him! Oh god... they couldn't have! It was... he just needed the pounding in his head to stop already! He did not answer her question. Mostly because, he had no answer to it. He had just asked the same thing! And neither of them seemed coherent enough right now to comprehend what all had happened... between them. He had to ignore the evidence though! He could not accept that he slept with a noblewoman... unless... "What did you do to me?!" He questioned. Clearly, she had drugged him! Put something in his wine and then seduced him to sleep with her.
-------With what? The hopes of bedding a prince? The hopes of getting pregnant with royalty? They had spoken about that before! Possibly pregnancy! ... Didn't they?! "You did this!" He said, now accusing her rather than questioning it. It seemed to be the most logical explanation, and she would have had far more to benefit from this than him. Yes. It was the only thing that made sense. "How dare you!" He added, though it was not pure anger in his voice. There was still confusion. He slowly reached forward to grab his pants before recoiling back, holding them close to him. As if he was afraid she was going to try for round two. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 20:24:47 GMT -5
-------He was glad to see her stumble over from his strike. Though was less enthused when she got to her feet again. This woman was far too resilient for his liking. Usually when one hit a woman, it was an aggressive sign for them to shut up. Yet with her, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect. It appeared that she was even more encouraged to speak against him. Something that just angered him further... and she would continue to be the outlet for his anger. Maybe it would be for better show if he presented her, battered and bruised, to display the fact that he was not kidding. That if they wanted her back, they would have to invade Sorelia to get her back. But the plot had just started. And it was already thickening.
-------He did not even scoff this time when she fell to her feet. He was far too mad. He stepped closer to her, trying to appear intimidating, knowing that the height difference would only do so much. She was a proud princess, and he was a proud prince... and it was a bad combination when two such people were in one another's presence in less than amicable circumstances. "Oh you will," he said warningly, unable to conceal the rage he felt for her right now. He somehow restrained from striking her again, this time harder. There would be time for that. If he did it all now, how could he instill the fear? What he did know was that he was going to treat her as his prisoner, more than royalty. "You will beg for your life or beg for death." By the time he was done with her.
-------For Vortigern, just as he was not past striking a woman, he was not past torturing her either. He would do whatever he needed to demand respect. He planned to break the princess's spirits, slowly. Show her of his superiority. Demonstrate to her who was in command. And if she suffered by learning this lesson, then so be it. "Unless you wish to escape now." Again, he was being patronizing for he had seen for himself, that she could not move with ease as her foot was far too wounded for that. "In which by all means, run." He even took a small step back and extended his arms out, as if giving her the opportunity, but obviously would not grant her the passage. He just wanted her to lose her dignity. Beyond humility; to degradation. "Prove through actions what makes you so bold and strong as to defy me." Basically, put actions to her words for he wanted to prove that she had no advantage that enabled her to be so courageous with him. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 18:28:57 GMT -5
 -------Vortigern awoke to the sun brightly shining into the inn window and the birds chirping melodically. Damn birds! Vortigern just wanted to shut them up. While he was not usually a chirpy happy morning type of guy, today his mood felt even worse. And it was all thanks to the massive pounding in his head. He groaned as he tried to shield the light from his eyes, but upon lifting his hand... he took notice of his arm; his bare arm. He blinked his a couple more times, trying to sit up a bit by finding the shift in position agitate the throbbing in his head. He groaned again, trying to understand what was going on. His eyes scanned the room and was shocked by the state of it. It was a disgusting, small, dingy.... he was at an inn. That was for sure. Alright so he established the location, even without its specifics. What he knew was that he was sprawled on the bed with the blanket over him, in an inn. Good start.
-------He felt a light breeze and it was strange for it seemed to touch his whole body. He was clearly not wearing a shirt... so why was the breeze felt to his toes. Vortigern turned to the side and saw... good god. No! Those were not... his pants... were they?! Dear god no! Absolutely not! Why the hell would he take his pants off! Sleeping shirtless was one thing, but he never slept completely in the nude. He lifted the sheet a bit and poked his head under it before covering himself once more. Yup. He was naked. As if that was not surprising enough he felt someone shift to his side and abruptly turned his head to see who it was. All he saw was a mass of red hair but that was enough to cause him to leap out of the bed, grabbing the sheet of a blanket with him to cover the lower half of his exposed body.
-------He staggered backwards, his back making contact with the wall since the room really was not that big. His eyes slightly widened with alarm... even more so when he saw his pants and shirt scattered on the ground and... was that her gown?! Was she... also in the nude?! Vortigern found he could not just dumbly stand here without trying to alleviate his confusion. And yet, the sudden leap from the bed intensified his migraine. Why could he not remember anything of how he ended up here... and with who he was lying next to! Or perhaps, they did more than just lie next to each other... "What the hell are you doing here?!" He demanded. The raised voice fueled by shock just made his head spin even more. Had he not been so confused his voice would have sounded angrier... but he was just completely confused right now. Utterly disoriented! |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 17:45:53 GMT -5
-------One moment, Vortigern had been smug and arrogant about how he had the upper hand. But those things seemed to quickly escape him. For they were soon replaced with anger. Fury. Rage. All these things caused by the woman's words. It was of no consequence of who she was. He did not tolerate being spoken to in such a manner by anyone. It was why he had gained such a sinister reputation in Soleria; because those who openly defied him, were short of their head. His expression transformed to an intense glare, angered by the mere audacity of this woman. She should be begging for her life. Not insulting him! Not threatening him! They were in his kingdom! She had no status here! Vortigern was unable to restrain himself. He dismounted from his horse and marched towards her. She was standing now... a pride thing no doubt.
-------Despite his hot temper, and complete intolerance for disrespect, he had to remind himself that he needed her alive. That she would be more benefit to him, alive. Not dead... alive! But that did not mean he couldn't harm her in the process. He raised his gloved hand and in one swift motion, struck her across her face, right across her cheek. It was not a punch, but a heavy slap, to teach her that she would do well to remember who he was. That he would not stand for her threats or any words of degradation. He hoped it left a bruise, but would not be able to tell right away. "You would do well to remember your place Yassia!" He snapped, purposely saying her name void of any title of rank. "You are in my kingdom, and you should not be quick to forget that!" He was angry. She had managed to set his fuse off in a matter of seconds... in the course of one phrase.
He was clearly not above hitting a woman, not even one of royalty. For when they insulted him, it was all the same. "You are worth nothing!" He added, more in reminder than mocking. He was too infuriated to be mocking her right now. This was precisely why the marital arrangement had not worked out. Well, not because she had threatened him and he had hit her... but because they had such a clash of personalities. That it never would have worked. "You are in Soleria and at my mercy. So beg for your life, or feel the full extent of my wrath." Not to sound too dramatic. But it was his wrath that made people dread the day he took the throne. And it was his wrath now that had caused him to strike a princess. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 17:19:10 GMT -5
-------He could feel her hand move to the fastening of his shirt, knowing that it would not be too much longer until they both found the ultimate release they had been craving. God her touch was just so soft. Was it the ale distorting his senses? Or was she just the woman with the softest touch that he had ever lay with? For now, he was going to go with the second option. He was just going to enjoy this without thinking of how the ale had played a factor. It felt like nothing this good could be caused by something that was meant to make a man drunk and stupid. He was certainly drunk off the ecstasy she was giving him and that was all he felt consume him.
-------He allowed his fingers to pull loose another tie that bound her dress. It still did not completely fall, but it was loosening. His thumb grazed the exposed skin on her back, just caressing it. When she asked him her question, he slightly pulled back so that he could look at her. The suggestion in her tone left the opening for so many potential answers. Yet he could not find the most suitable one as he was too caught up in this moment. There were too many emotions coursing through him. Where else did he have to search... "Everywhere," he finally answered before he pressed his lips on her, finally closing that distance. The embrace was all had been built up to be; and so much more. His kiss was not gentle, not that of a man testing the waters to see how receptive the woman was.
-------It was passionate; desperate. It possessed an urgency like that of a man seeking oxygen upon the verge of suffocation. And he just continued to deepen it.Being so lost in the moment, in everything about her, he even went so far as to move his hands from where they were, to just underneath her knees, lifting her up a little to give her some height. He practically pinned her against the wall as he continued to press his body into her, adding more intensity to the long awaited kiss between them. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 16:53:11 GMT -5
-------The events that unfolded had gone perfectly. Far better than Vortigern would have expected. The dagger had hit the horse, it had reacted as the animal would be predicted to react, and the princess of Ailantha had gone flying off her animal. Vortigern had been racing so quickly that he had moved on ahead from the scene, having to turn his head to look behind him. He pulled his horse to a halt, turning it once more as he watched Yassia in the distance. Was she going to make a run for it on foot now? Oh that would be such a fun chase indeed. He was even in a good enough mood to tease her a little. Perhaps make her feel as if she had the advantage. But as he continued to watch, he noticed that she was having trouble walking. A smirk formed on his face. This was all too perfect.
When one of his men had paused near him to also watch, Vortigern spoke, giving out his next command. "See if the horse can walk. If not, kill it." The last thing they needed was a limping horse with them to slow down their pace. The knight trotted off on his animal to check the physical state of the horse that the princess once rode. Which now meant, that she was at his mercy. Vortigern felt himself in no rush. In fact, he was rather enjoying this moment. The opportunity to gloat. Basking in this victory; in success. His horse took slow and proud steps towards her until he conveniently placed the animal right in front of her to block her path. She had been on her knees, so it made Vortigern have to look down even more on her. An accurate position, if one looked at the symbolism of it.
Here she was, the princess of Ailantha; on her the ground, dressed in the clothing of a peasant. And to think, there had been a time when his father expected him to marry a woman like this. He scoffed at the idea. Still smirking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the blood stained cloth that he had wiped his sword clean with. He tossed it to Yassia, hoping it landed on her face. After all, didn't women cringe at the sight of blood? He hoped she would be no exception. Though, she seemed to be an exception to many things. "Wipe yourself off Princess Yassia. You are in the presence of royalty." Royalty being him, and the word Princess being spoken with the utmost sarcasm and condescension. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 16:32:35 GMT -5
-------Her reaction was just so encouraging. It made him want to take his time, and move as quickly as possible. It seemed he was going with the first though. Her words conforming that they had not, made him want to stay in this position for longer. Yet, explore her body still. Before, he had criticized her for being weak and frail, now he was seeing her petite figure as something that just made her so much more enticing. He saw her as delicate, yet his intensity was not treating her with the utmost care. He may be able to restrict his actions to some extent, but they only continued to build. Though he could not see her with his head nuzzled against her neck, he felt her hand brush his cheek and found himself wanting more of her touch. Yet able to give as much of his to her as he could. He felt her body arch and it encouraged him further and further. Knowing he would not be able to last too much longer.
-------Yet somehow, he did. His lips moved along her neck, to the crook of it, to her shoulder, where he began to pull down the fabric covering her shoulder, exposing more of her skin. He moved it down ever so slightly, just so his lips could reach the end of her shoulder before he paused to take a breath. "Well unlike them, I like to do a thorough job," he spoke in a husky voice. He nestled his head into her hair, breathing in her alluring scent, as his hand slipped behind her back and pulled one, and only one, of the lacings loose on her dress. It was not enough to unravel the whole garment, but it was indeed a start. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 15:56:22 GMT -5
-------Vortigern did not like her sarcastic reply. It only fueled his irritation towards her. Irritation, because she had made him wait so long for her to come. And now that she was here, he was not letting her out of his sight. Which was a tad bit ironic, for the next thing he knew she raced right past him. One moment, he had been scoffing at her remark, the next... she had run right past him! How dare she?! How did she have the audacity to do such a thing? Vortigern's anger began to build inside of him as he pulled the reigns of his horse to turn it and force to run as fast as it could: after her. There was a reason Vortigern did not have his whole army out. If his father caught wind of this, and his awareness rose to what his son was doing... it would not proceed how Vortigern wanted it to. She needed to stay as secluded as possible, and what better way to ensure this than her being under his 'care'. Well, more like his hostage.
-------He heard his men reappear from their commanded positions as they seemed to take notice that the former princess had escaped from their grasp. He flicked the reigns, digging his heels into the horse to urge it to move faster. He could see her in the distance, but it was not enough to just reach out and grab her. He would have to go with a more creative plan. He needed to keep her alive... maybe. It would probably be more beneficial for him to have her alive so that her uncle would be aware of this, rather than just kill her and take the responsibility for it. He wanted to leave no room for doubt. If he was to kill her, it would be with witnesses who could attest to it. So if he could not target her, he would go with her mode of transportation.
-------Grasping the reigns with one hand, he reached to his side and pulled out a dagger. With the gloves on his hand, as well as the tremendous speed he was traveling, it would be difficult to throw it with very precise aim. But he would do his best. His eyes focused in on the general area that he wished to aim for. It would not work if he was directly behind her, so he pulled his horse a bit to the side. She was still ahead of him, but at this angle, he had a better view. He raised his hand clutching the handle of the dagger and in one swift motion, threw it towards the thigh of the horse, in the hopes that it would puncture it and cause it enough discomfort to stop, or at least slow in its speed. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 15:39:02 GMT -5
-------He could feel her breath quickening and he continued to use what little self control he had to hold himself back. Vortigern was never associated with the term 'self control' or even patience... it was all thanks to the ale. As was everything he was doing tonight. But he welcomed it with open arms, for now. His hand moved along her inner thigh, not yet moved up to the most desired position. There was still much that needed to be built up before then; before the climax. "Really?" He asked in exaggerated surprise when she informed him that they had not searched there. He of course knew before his own comment that they had not... but it was part of this 'game'. Part of way to prolong this passionate moment.
-------He moved his head away from her lips and to the side, wanting to make contact with her skin. "And what about your hair?" He asked as he leaned into her neck, his lips resting on her delicate skin. "Did they search your radiant hair?" He knew it was not the hair he was aiming for, but what her hair fell over. His lips placed soft yet desperate kisses along her neck, and he found himself having to move his hand from her dress, back to the wall to brace himself. And to press himself closer to her as each embrace with his lips, trailing along her neck became more intensely passionate. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 15:22:59 GMT -5
-------Vortigern did not like people who disagreed with him, and he felt his irritation re-emerging. "Perhaps you should acquire more common sense rather than knowledge attained from books. As your behavior clearly displayed that you are massively lacking in that department." It was rather easy to insult someone beneath your station. And Vortigern did it fluently; without an ounce of reluctance. Was she an easy woman to provoke? It seemed her father certainly had that effect on her. Now he would find out if it was something any one was able to do, or if it was a gift selective to Lord Durwin. He truly did not care how polite she was being now. It did not make him forget how utterly rude she had been before. And Vortigern was not one to see the good overshadow the bad in any person.
-------Really? She did not gossip? "I highly doubt that," he argued. It did not matter that he barley knew her enough to reach that judgment. Nor was it relevant that clearly no one knew her better than herself. He just found it impossible that a woman did not like to gossip. All women gossiped. It was like breathing to them. "Women are prone to gossip. It is in their nature." God it brought back dreadfully painful memories of conversations at the dinner table. "I think I shall wear purple to tomorrow's tournament." "No dear sister wear blue, it brings out the color in your eyes." "And well you do want to catch the eye of Sir Thomas, do you not?" And then they would giggle. And Vortigern would cringe.
-------"Besides, what other possible interests could you have?" It was both a rhetorical question and yet one that could indeed be answered. And then she asked a question of her own, in regards to what pleased him. "Certainly nothing that is within your capability," he told her. Again, with bunt honesty. Nothing in the home of a noble with this rank would please him. It was hard enough to meet his standards in a castle fit for a king and queen. Now she was apologizing again. Hmm... now what to make of this. Clearly, it did not ease the way he spoke to her. It did not diminish the criticism he directed to her. But it was a curious thing indeed. "And why would he want to, as you so eloquently put it, throw you under the nose of every visiting nobleman. Especially me." Meaning, he was better than the rest. Especially if he was the only royalty they had ever entertained.
-------"You and your family is of no relevance or consequence to me. Therefore, your outrageous behavior had no merit. I doubt it ever would." He was not going to forgive her; the damage was done. Of course, it was not as if he would have spoken to her any better had she not insulted him. She was still lower than him. Her next question was one he was tempted to ignore, yet, he found himself answering it. "If I was tired, do you not think I would be resting?" Why not throw a little condescension into the mix. "I will rest whenever I so choose to. And it need not be the source of your curiosity." Though he was not quite sure why he was not tired... sleep would help pass the time quickly, and thus permit tomorrow to come sooner. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 21, 2011 14:57:57 GMT -5
-------The news had spread and it was of no good fortunate that it had reached Soleria. Princess Yassia had fled Ailantha. Now, to anyone who had little to benefit from this, such news was of no interest or relevance. But from the moment Vortigern had heard it, his mind had been working. Yes; shockingly he had a brain to go along with his arrogance. And in this instance, it did not fail him. He wanted war. That was what he so desired but with his father sending him off to extend hands of peace to all the great kingdoms, it left very little possibility for war and violence. Gildas saw allies as strength; Vortigern saw war as strength. A major clash between father and son and often the source of a great many debates. Of course Gildas' decision was final, but Vortigern was far from accepting. Which was why he had to handle this personally. And by personally, he meant sending his men to keep an eye out for it.
He had stationed specific men at the border; those who had been present on his journey to Ailantha so that they would recognize her. It had been another fruitless attempt by his father to establish peace through marriage. They had both been young at the time, but it was not youth that prevented them from reaching acceptance. It had been so many other things. Appearance was not one either, for she was indeed a beautiful little princess. But it had been a clash of personalities, which was the most common reason the proposals failed. Vortigern had high standards, finding fault in practically everyone, apart from his egotistical self. But of course now, was not a time to dwell on the past failings. It was about solidifying a future... a future of war!
Vortigern was now off doing his duties. It was late at night which meant it was the perfect time to hunt down those who he needed to have a little chat with. Darkness was something people feared. All the criminals and creatures lurked in the shadows of the night and Vortigern used this to instill further fear in his people. He was dressed in his armor, of a darkened color, for he felt it gave a far more intimidating appearance. Not that he needed it. His name was enough to make any citizen of Soleria tremble... or so he lay witness to. To maintain this reputation was not easy, but it was indeed fun. He put his foot on the chest of the lifeless body and pulled out his sword, taking a cloth to wipe the blood from it. "Now, does anyone else have a problem with paying their taxes?"
He asked the family who had witnessed the murder of their husband and father. He was a useless old man, unable to provide for his family and Vortigern had to set an example. "Good. Then I expect double payment by next week. Or you will all share his fate." Whether it be a helpless old woman, or 'innocent' little children. His orders had been given and it was up to them whether they wished to follow it or follow in the path of the now deceased. As Vortigern turned to leave, putting the sword back in its holder, he heard the rapid rustle of leaves around him. He was in one of the outlying villages of the kingdom, being in convenient distance of the border. One of his knights suddenly burst out of the concealment of the bushes, out of breath. Vortigern did not give him a chance to catch it. "Well?" He demanded impatiently. A few seconds dragged on before he responded.
"She.. has... crossed... the border... sire." Vortigern found himself lifted by this news. It was what he had been waiting for since the moment he had found out she'd escaped! And if his knight was wrong, then he would just kill him. Simple as that. And it was why Vortigern did not bother asking him if he was sure. He sure as hell better be certain, otherwise it would be a waste of his time, and cost the man his life. Vortigern quickly went to his horse, mounting and kicking at its side so that it would charge forward. His group of six men followed on horseback. When they were at a fair distance from the border, Vortigern held his hand out to stop them. He did not want to get close for he may scare her, and he needed to stratagize a bit.
He silently motioned with his hand for a few of his men to go one way and then others go the other way. With these positions, they could circle her, like a vulture did its prey. Vortigern remained on his high horse, literally, and continued on forward, listening very carefully for any sounds of movement. There in the distance, it did not take long to see a figure and he quickly moved towards it, managing to block its path. When his eyes looked down on her, he almost did not recognize the woman before him. She was indeed Yassia, but she looked very different without her more regal clothing on. A small smug grin formed on his lips, as his plan was slowly falling into place. "Peasant clothing really does not suit you," he commented as he emerged from the shadows, coming into clear view of the so called Princess of Yassia. She sure did not look like a princess now. |
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