The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

[Nurse_K]

King Roland had been an extremely powerful and influential king in his glory days. His country, though small and modest, had been one of the most productive and affluent nations. The King, however, had begun to grow old. After his fiftieth birthday his power began to wane and the power of younger sovreigns in neighboring countries rose. One prince in particular seemed to have climbed the rungs of the power ladder especially swiftly and expertly. To avoid his nation being completely devoured by this young prince and his larger nation, Roland agreed to marry off his daughter to the prince.

The princess, Elsa, had not been pleased to hear about this in the least. She fought with her father long and hard about this decision, trying to make him see that no good could come of it. Roland had been convinced though, and had even agreed to let the prince become to king of his nation and merge them after Roland's death. It was winter and the prince had told Roland that he wanted the girl delivered to him as soon as possible.

It just so happened that the day Elsa arrived at the foreign castle was Christmas Day. She was helped out of the carriage and led up the passage to the front doors of the massive castle to meet her new husband. There wasn't even going to be a ceremony, the papers had been signed in secret so that Elsa couldn't find a way out of it -- as her signature was not required.

The short woman stood before the castle in her dark green gown with her velvet cloak covering it, her arms crossed over her chest in irritation. Her dark brown hair was piled atop her head in ringlets, her honey brown eyes hot with fire. She was to wait there until her husband saw fit to meet her.

 

[Darkscion069]

The first act of her humiliation is being forced to wait like a common servant...and wait she does. For hours she remains there...waiting for the horror she's been gifted to like nothing more than a prized calf.
It would be in the third hour after her arrival that He finally arrives...And with all the fanfare only egotistical royalty could produce...
He stands tall, with powerful muscles more used to holding a whip than a sword. He wears delicately embroidered robes that flow around His trim frame like black silk. "Welcome to My humble home My lady..." He declares as He moves towards her, His arms outspread as if to give her a warm hug of greeting.

Of course, even as she begins to respond He backhands her savagely across the face. "Silence! When I want you to speak, I will give you permission to do so, do you understand Me?" He growls

 

[Nurse_K]

By the time he finally showed up she was sure that she was going to die brom being frozen to death. She saw him come towards her with all of his ridiculous grandeur and was fully prepared to give him a piece of her mind -- a large one. Humble home? His home certainly was not humble, nor was he. Before he hit her she could already tell that she was not going to like him.

His hitting her though, really set her off. Her neck twisted to the side and she felt the large welt rise on her face. She glared at him, "I will speak when I want to speak," she countered through gritted teeth. She hardly tolerated people telling her what to do, she wasn't going to tolerate it from a man she'd never met -- whether he was techinically her husband or not.

 

[Darkscion069]

Likewise, He would no tolerate a woman, no better than an animal in His eyes, to speak back to Him in His own home...
His first reaction to her words is to slap her again, but almost immediately He motions and two hulking gaurds detach themselves from their places against either side of the doorway to lunge at her.

Their big men, well trained and heavily armed. They have little trouble grasping her arms and pulling them savagely behind her back. One of them jerks her arms upwards behind her until her shoulder threatens to pop out of the socket.
Even as the gaurd does that, the second one stands behind and slightly to the side, ready to react in a moment notice if she proves difficult.

It's only after she is restrained by the gaurds that the Prince slaps her a third time before speaking. "Listen well little whore...here, you belong to Me. A nice little animal to keep My bedding warm at night. You have no rights, and your duties are whatever it is My pleasure to command you to do...Test Me little puppet, just once more...." He growls the last of it through gritted teeth...a low, animalistic warning that leaves no doubt He would find great pleasure in the horrible tortures she would endure if she tested Him a time to many.

 

[Nurse_K]

The second slap to her face was a little harder to endure than the first, as it was almost in the exact same place as the other. She was caught off guard when she was yanked up by the an incredibly tall man. She yelped in pain, her arms being held at an angle she wasn't sure was supposed to be humanly possible. The pain he toko from it was a strange pain. It was dull and yet constant, as if threatening to erupt into a bevy of unmanagable pain at any moment.

The third slap twisted her neck so hard that it actually cracked. Involuntary tears had begun to spill from her eyes and her head hung limp, her feet lifted off of the ground by the guard behind her. She was silent now except for her ragged breathing as she tried to control the pain she felt.

She had nothing more that she could say. She wasn't accepting what he said to her by any stretch of the imagination, but for the moment at least, he had defeated her.