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A Princess In Chains

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Thalia

Super-Earth
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Jan 9, 2009
Thalia sighed impatiently as she heard that she was to miss her singing and dancing lessons for the day and head over to the conference hall because someone had business with the king and, as his daughter she had to go, even though her mother had died several years ago due to complications when she was born.

The seventeen year old girl slowly made her way down to where she was meant to be to find her boring young human half-brothers, and her father already there waiting, as well as a woman with a large bag, meaning she was the last one that they were waiting for.

Eighteen years ago, the king had ordered for an elven woman to come to the castle to become his wife and was shortly after impregnated only to die giving birth. Deciding that if elves would die after only one child, the king had then decided that an elves beauty wouldn't last and decided to stick with his own race, keeping his daughter only because he had to as she WAS a pure born member of the royal family and not one of his many base born bastards from when he went to the brothel's.

The young woman wore a beautiful green silk dress with a pattern of a large leaf that had once belonged to her mother, altered slightly to fit to her slightly more busty body, the only article of clothing that she still had that was elven made. Her slim angular face showed no signs of fat though her delicate pointed ears were not near the length of a pure blood elves, making her race quite obvious. She had beautiful emerald eyes and long flowing silver hair. The only jewelry she wore perfectly matched her features as it was a thin silver chain with a leaf shaped emerald hanging just above her breasts
 
The woman waited patiently for the family to come and gather. She had waited this long, and after all this would be a big pay off, why not wait. She stood there before the king and his children though his daughter look as though she didn't belong with the rest. Her heavy violet orbs swept over the princess slowly, taking her all in and smirking mostly to herself about her own thoughts of what she would do with a princess like that. The smirk soon slipped away as the gathered the King's attention.

"I offer you, King The Head of your enemy." with that she tossed the bag before the king's feet, the severed head rolling out. The woman's ruby painted lips spread easy into a grin as she watch the rooms reaction. "One head for the price of the sword." she purred as she rest her skilled hands on her ample hips. She was like none other the king had seen before.

Though she was a woman, she wore tight fitted leather pants, thigh high boots to contrast the heavy wine colored pants. Her corset, laced tightly showed much of her hourglass figured, lifting her supple breast up for all to see. The corset was black as were the boots. She wore a small fitted jacket that flared as a skirt would over her rear. Her hands were gloved in the same black leather as her boots, tight and ending just above the wrist. Her dark coffee strewn hair fell in heavy curls as she peered up the King through lose ringlets. Her skin was pale, making those violet orbs flare against the dark back drop of curls.

She was a beauty, but deadlier than most if she had killed the King's enemy.
 
Thalia made a small "Humph" sound as she looked and saw that she was having to miss her favorite lessons for an audience with a woman, though her attitude changed totally when a bag was thrown and a bloody severed head rolled out. She instantly felt as if she were about to retch and turned to look away, not wanting to see the disturbing sight, though her two half brothers seemed to be very interested.

King Rhaegar looked at the woman very curiously as the woman said that she was offering him his enemy's head. The look deepened when she threw a bag towards him and a head rolled out. He stood up and walked over to it, bent over, then walked back to the Iron Throne and sat down before examining the head.

After a minute or so of studying it, he looked up at the woman, his face turning a slight shade of red from anger. He stood up and began to shout, "Do you take me for a fool? Do you TRULY expect me to believe that YOU, a WOMAN could possibly have killed Eddard Stark alone, when three groups of up to ten of my finest assassins could not kill him? The man is guarded day and night by some of the finest knights of our time, and I'm to believe that you killed him single handedly? I think not!"

"Besides, look at this face" He continued. "This is surely not his face! I fought with him in the war long ago, and he is certainly not old enough to have this many silver hairs! Plus his nose is disfigured as if it were broken! I'll admit, it does look SOMEWHAT like him, but any competent sorcerer could have mutated it to look like this! I believe that you are working for him to get the kingdom in a false sense of security so he can attack while we celebrate. But I'm not buying it! Now get out of my castle before I have you clapped in irons and give you to the knights for the night before publicly executing you tomorrow!" He finished, throwing the head back at the woman as if disgusted by it.
 
The woman had held her tongue through the Kings rant, fighting the urge to stop him but knowing better she held her ground. After his last insult and head being thrown back at her, she lowered her gaze to head at her feet. Slowly she lifted her gaze, her once soft orbs not slanted as she glared at the man whom dared to call her a lair. Finally after a moment of silence, she spoke. "You dare to question me?" she purred sweetly before she hissed her next words. "Foolish King, Do you think a man could get close enough to him? but a woman could not?" she spat before running her gloved fingers through her heavy locks.

"you will roue this day" she promised before turning on her heels and exiting the hall. She slowly slipped along the corridors, quite not to gather attention as she searched for the Kings chambers. After a few doors she stumbled across something worth more than the King, but his lovely daughter. Slowly her painted lips twisted into a wicked grin as she slipped into the room and hide in the shadows, waiting for her new prize to come.
 
Thalia watched as the woman vowed that the king would rue the day that he questioned her. She bit her lip lightly, taking the threat perhaps a bit more seriously than she should have, for there was certainly no way that she could make a king regret anything.

Just after the meeting, everyone went down to the dining room to eat supper where Thalia was scolded for how she had reacted to the head being revealed earlier. As soon as she could, she excused herself from the table and was escorted to her bedroom, where she quickly stripped out of her dress, got into a green silk dressing gown and lay on her bed, crying herself to sleep and dreaming about the mother that she had never known.
 
This will be easy The woman thought to herself as she watched the princess cry herself to sleep. Though she felt for the girl, she always hated to see girls cry unless she was the cause. Her lips spread easy to a smile as she waited for the girl to fall asleep and once that was done she slowly slipped over to the girl. Slowly she lifted a scented cloth to the girls mouth and after a minute she removed the rag and quickly bound the girl with her own blanket and silently crept through the corridor and out an open window. She moved effortlessly through the brush until she came to her horse.

Within hours she was far from the kingdom and the King who crossed her. After some time she stopped the hose after crossing the boarding to the neighboring kingdom. She dismounted and carried the girl inside her home. Though her home looked small, there was more hidden from the outside eye. The woman smiled as she set the girl down on a bed, chaining her ankle to the bed before slipping from the small stone room and back up the stairs to the top level of the house. She would come back after a good rest and see if the girl had come to yet.
 
A few hours later, Thalia let out a small grunt as she started to wake up. She felt very strange, as though her head was swimming and put off opening her eyes for a couple minutes until it had died down. She slowly reached up and rubbed her closed eyes before opening them up, and though everything was a bit fuzzy, she could tell that she was no longer in her bed, and even more distressing... She had no idea where she was.

It took her a moment to understand the severity of the situation she was in before, panicked, she stood up and tried to sneak away out the open door, only to feel something holding her back. She looked down and was very upset to find that her ankle had been chained to the bed, giving her just enough slack to almost make it to the door.

She lightly bit her lip, now hating the fact that she was never allowed to learn magic, for her father hated and feared it beyond anything. She stood there for close to five minutes just trying to free her ankle from the shackle around it, only to find it quite impossible. Defeated, she walked back over to the bed and lay down on it crying, trying to think of who would do such a thing to her.
 
After a short rest, she awoke, a smile still on her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair and slipped out of her bed. It was too long before she was heading down a few flights of stairs to the princess. Her heels clicked against the cobble stone that laid beneath her. She was curious to see in the girl had waken yet and if she had, what state she would be in. Her lips twisted in a wicked grin as she pushed the door to see the girl was indeed up and actions seemed to fit the situation.

"Good Morning, Did you sleep well" She purred over her dark painted lips before they spread revealing her white teeth that made her smile all the more wicked. "I trust that you did." She purred again as she now stood a few feet from the bed. Her violet orbs danced over the girls form before she held back the urge to lick her lips. "Why so sad, my dear?"
 
Thalia gasped lightly and turned over on her side to look at the person who had suddenly spoken to her. A few more tears slid down her face as she tried to remember why her face looked so familiar before it hit her. Her entire face turned a deep shade of red and her sadness was overwhelmed by a new emotion, hatred.

She quickly sprang out of the bed and charged at the woman, intending to slap her across her face with every ounce of strength that she had. She didn't care about what might happen to her afterward, she just had to let out all of her emotions and she didn't think she could do that unless it was by taking revenge on the woman who had threatened her father.
 
The woman remained still as she watched the girl approach, finally at the last minute, her hand shot out and grabbed the girls wrist. She peered at the girl, her lips still holding that wicked smile as she slowly shook her head. "Now now princess, is that any way to treat your host?" she purred with a soft hint of tense before tighten her grip on her wrist. "You should be more careful of your actions, next time I won't be so kind to stop you." She warned before flinging the girls wrist form her hand and back.

"Now then, why don't you start by telling me your name and your age, little one."
 
Thalia appeared to be very shocked when her wrist was grabbed and instantly began struggling to let it go as if the touch burned her. She looked at the woman acidly, then when her hand was let go she backed up against the wall, trying to put a little bit of space between the two of them.

"Excuse me!" She said loudly to the threat. "Do YOU, a COMMONER really believe that you are fit to tell a princess what she needs to do? I think not! Now I suggest you let me go RIGHT NOW or you are going to be in A LOT of trouble! When my father recognizes that I'm missing, he's gonna have search rewards posted up all over the kingdom!"
 
Her hand made an impressive sound as it came crashing across the the young princess's face. She had listen to her go on long enough and she wasn't one to take much before she had to end it. Her hands rested on her hips as those violet narrowing slowly as she watched the princess. She slowly exhaled before she straighten her posture.

"Now, that will be quiet enough. I don't like repeating myself but I am more than willing to repeat that last part." she purred before her lips twisted into a faint smile. "Now then, behave and do as your told, I'm sure your father taught you better than that."
 
Thalia's eyes opened very widely in wonder when she felt a hand across her face. She quickly moved one of her hands up to the side of her face and started rubbing it to try and soothe the burning sting. She began to stare daggers into the woman hatefully before saying, "You can't keep me locked up in here forever! As soon as I get the chance, I WILL escape, and you better believe that you'll be sorry then!"

While she spoke she slowly backed up over to the other side of the bed, though she couldn't go far as now her chain was wrapped around the tailboard. "J-Just... Let me go right now and I'll think about forgiving you and won't mention this to my father!" She exclaimed desperately.
 
The woman grew bored with the idle threats of the princess and slowly sigh in annoyance. "That's Enough! Princess there is no escape. You must understand the position you are in. Your father dare to question me, you are now mine. Think of yourself as a gift from the king to me, and with the gift I can over look his ill manners." she purred in that deep honey tone before running those skilled fingers though her ringlets.

"Princess I won't have you acting like some spoiled brat while under my care. You may be a princess but while here you are MINE. " she purred before licking her lips. "I expect you to behave... and any more outbreaks will be reprimanded and stopped."
 
Thalia gulped heavily at everything that she was being told. She couldn't believe that she had been kidnapped because her father hadn't given her that sword, not that he would have given it to anyone. He had never had any intention to get rid of it for it had been in their family for generations.

"Y-Y-You can't do this to me..." She said, her earlier strength no longer in her voice. "W-What are you going to do with me?" She bit her lip and tried to move a little further away from the woman, though she couldn't move much thanks to the shackle on her ankle.
 
The woman only laughed with a soft shake of her head. "All in due time princess, Now I do believe I asked a few questions... I would like those answers." she purred softly peering at the girl through a few ringlets before she brushed them from her face. The sight of the princess was delicious and all the more amusing as she tried to move farther away. It was useless but made her smirk none the less.
 
Thalia pouted in defeat before dropping her head heavily. "My name is Thalia and I am 18 years of age..." She lightly mumbled as she always did whenever she was forced to say something that she would have rather kept to herself, a habit that often times got her in trouble with her father.
 
She gave a faint nod pleased that the girl finally answered her. "I see and how many children does you father have?" she asked, she didn't really know but she wanted to be sure she got his prize child. She looked the young girl over with a smokie gaze before wetting her painted lips. "Tell me, are you betrothed?" she asked with a slight tease in her honey thick voice.
 
"I am only aware of myself and my two half brothers but he disappears from the castle from time to time and I think he may be visiting the brothels so I'm not sure if he has any other base born children..." She said. She looked up in surprise for a moment when the woman asked if she were betrothed before she forcefully wiped her face clear of the emotion. "Well... No... At least not yet. Father wanted to just marry me off, but he claims not to have found someone well suited to take me as their bride..." She said a slight blush creeping into her cheeks.
 
She gave another content nod before resting her cheek in the palm of her own hand, gazing at the little princess. "I see, so you are the only daughter, and you have not yet been betrothed. Interesting" she mused as as she took a few steps closer to the princess.l She quickly cupped the young girl's face and turned it from one side to the next before letting go and running her fingers through the girl's hair and down her neck. "Pitty no man has come closer to being good enough for you..." she mused again before again resting her check in the palm of her hand. "But perhaps a man isn't what would be best suited for you..."
 
Thalia watched as the woman approached closer to her very worried, but not moving for fear. When she moved her hand up to cup her face she closed her eyes very tightly thinking that she was going to be slapped and kept them closed until she heard the woman starting to talk once more. She bit her lip when she spoke about a man not being 'suited' for her. She couldn't believe what she had in plan for her. Her jaw dropped and a few tears fell down her face for what she was speaking of was... Unnatural...
 
The woman was about to go on before she titled her head as she noticed the princess's reaction. She smirked slightly before moving back over to her. Running her fingers softly along her cheeks, wiping away the tears before cupping her face once more. "And why do you cry?" she mused softly before licking her lips before pressing them to the young girls.
 
Thalia slowly looked up at the woman when she felt her tears being stopped and her face held comfortingly. She looked into the woman's eyes, though she couldn't do so for long as she was soon forced into a soft kiss... And she didn't resist. She didn't know why she didn't fight back, maybe it was the fact that she knew that she didn't stand much of a chance at fighting her off, or maybe it was because right before the kiss, for a moment she seemed almost... Kind. She didn't return the kiss, but maybe the simple fact that she didn't pull away from it meant something...
 
She slowly pulled away, her painted lips twisting into a soft smirk before she backed away from her slowly as if amused by her actions. "You don't disagree then, princess?" She mused as her brow arched slowly as if wanting a reaction. Though she didn't expect one, not yet any ways. She looked the girl over once more before slowly sighing and shaking her head. "In any case, Princess make yourself comfortable, you'll be staying awhile."
 
When the kiss was broken and she saw the woman's smirk, Sansa's eyes opened wider than ever. She couldn't believe that not only did she not fight her off, but that she almost enjoyed it. She felt as though her strength was momentarily leaving her and backed up to sit down on the bed and just stared at the ground in total silence.
 
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