LaPieta
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 24, 2019
- Location
- Northeast US
With immeasurable dread, Ireena watched the sun set. Though typically gorgeous, the sight of that golden light dripping across the white birch that ringed her village brought only misery; the girl knew what it portented. The chains around her ankles would not let her forget, nor the cloth drying her tongue.
In the small hours of the morning she had been pulled from her cottage and dragged to the single hitching post that lay outside her town’s pallid stockade; they had fettered her feet and bound her hands and gagged her mouth. Why her people felt it necessary to keep her out there all day was an idle wondering; but the reason for her being here was not: she was an ill-liked woman with no family, her people had displeased their lord, and he would take his due.
Little was known about their ruler, only fanciful rumors regarding his supposed inhumanity and more solid accounts of his wrath. A bad harvest was not reason enough to shirk on the levied taxes, and it would not spare them. It seemed the town council had decided that offering her might. Embers smoldered in her gut at the injustice. At best, she’d end up a house servant, at worst, chattel—provided the gossip about him being a monster was false.
Shadows soon lengthened and fell upon the girl’s form, the lithe limbs sprawled inelegantly upon the dirt road. Cornsilk hair ran in sodden waves down to her ribs, cupid’s bow lips tinted blue from the chill of an earlier rain. Her pale nightgown clung to her, far too thin to offer much protection from the climate, let alone when wet. By now, the capacity for emotion had left, her mind reduced to trying to deal with the aches and pains and parching and cold the day had brought. There was only the encroaching cold and dark, and whatever fate the tyrant would bring upon her.
In the small hours of the morning she had been pulled from her cottage and dragged to the single hitching post that lay outside her town’s pallid stockade; they had fettered her feet and bound her hands and gagged her mouth. Why her people felt it necessary to keep her out there all day was an idle wondering; but the reason for her being here was not: she was an ill-liked woman with no family, her people had displeased their lord, and he would take his due.
Little was known about their ruler, only fanciful rumors regarding his supposed inhumanity and more solid accounts of his wrath. A bad harvest was not reason enough to shirk on the levied taxes, and it would not spare them. It seemed the town council had decided that offering her might. Embers smoldered in her gut at the injustice. At best, she’d end up a house servant, at worst, chattel—provided the gossip about him being a monster was false.
Shadows soon lengthened and fell upon the girl’s form, the lithe limbs sprawled inelegantly upon the dirt road. Cornsilk hair ran in sodden waves down to her ribs, cupid’s bow lips tinted blue from the chill of an earlier rain. Her pale nightgown clung to her, far too thin to offer much protection from the climate, let alone when wet. By now, the capacity for emotion had left, her mind reduced to trying to deal with the aches and pains and parching and cold the day had brought. There was only the encroaching cold and dark, and whatever fate the tyrant would bring upon her.