MsBloom
Moonchild
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Location
- Northern Europe
Xadé sat down on the edge of the chair she was offered, her legs modestly together and hands in her lap. Had it not been for the constant reminder of the choker around her neck she might perhaps have felt a bit more relaxed at how seemingly calm the prince had been to find out about her dual genitalia but this was also counteracted by his wish to go over the file with her. It felt almost like an interrogation, as if he wanted to find some detail for which he could punish her, or use as an excuse to send he back to serving as a maid.
"So be it then," Duncan said and stood back up.
He approached the uncooperative tribute once again, this time with a fire burning in his eyes and hints of smoke escaping his nostrils.
"Do you wish to see your home destroyed?" he asked in a hissing voice.
"The city that sent you burned to ashes?"
He then struck the girl across the face so hard it sent her tumbling against the wall.
"You are rightfully mine, regardless of whether you comply or whether you were forced to become your city's tribute."
He now stood close enough to the girl that she would have to bend her neck as far back as she could to look at his face.
"And I will have you. You WILL bear me children. Whether or not you wish to do so as a prisoner locked away in the dungeons below the castle or live as a queen is entirely up to you."
He opened his hands and his nails were now more like sharp claws as he tore off her dress and left it in shreds on the floor between them.
"So be it then," Duncan said and stood back up.
He approached the uncooperative tribute once again, this time with a fire burning in his eyes and hints of smoke escaping his nostrils.
"Do you wish to see your home destroyed?" he asked in a hissing voice.
"The city that sent you burned to ashes?"
He then struck the girl across the face so hard it sent her tumbling against the wall.
"You are rightfully mine, regardless of whether you comply or whether you were forced to become your city's tribute."
He now stood close enough to the girl that she would have to bend her neck as far back as she could to look at his face.
"And I will have you. You WILL bear me children. Whether or not you wish to do so as a prisoner locked away in the dungeons below the castle or live as a queen is entirely up to you."
He opened his hands and his nails were now more like sharp claws as he tore off her dress and left it in shreds on the floor between them.