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Running Dutchman
Moon
- Joined
- Jul 22, 2019
- Location
- The Netherlands
"Two years," the High King started his speech. Pausing, easily letting the words flow through the great hall, Hildebrand of Rain regarded the quieting nobility. "It has been two years already since we rode out to restore peace in our lands. Tonight we celebrate that peace- most importantly, tonight we celebrate the great prosperity this peace has brought us!" The king laughed heartily at his own crude joke, and the many lords and ladies, seated at the long tables squished into the throne room, cackled with him.
"We stopped that damned rebellion, that threatened to destroy this kingdom from within, when I marshaled our troops and quickly secured our holdings. Rest easily my friends, rest easily knowing that I will not hesitate to cut down our enemies, both from within and without." He had continued so cheerily, but the underlying message was not lost on those gathered. All the dukes, counts and others, that had thusfar managed to maintain their estates, were apt veterans in the political arena of the courts. Most of them remembered the Arconian Uprising far less epicly. Tonight's exuberance, in truth, was nothing else but a admonition against any attempt at overthrowing their tyrannical overlord.
"Friends, family, my honored guests, please feast on the flesh straight from the royal hunting grounds, and gorge on the wines from my cellar, for tonight we revel!" Loud cheers and clanging followed, as they smashed their cups against the tables, everyone careful to avoid not seeming overjoyed at the prospect of spending the evening in that den of vipers. One man, positioned close to the king sat back quietly though. A look of dismay on his face, he spied the room in disgust.
A sharp voice behind him broke his maleficent reveries. "Please Lord Arcon, join me in a drink! We wouldn't want my beautiful guests to think you're not feeling at home. Your permanent position here is a great honor, after all..." How that fat king had managed to sneak up behind him bothered Wolfgang immediately, but he forced a smile on his face as he raised his cup up high. "Of course, Your Majesty, a toast to your health then!"
It was hours before Wolfgang finally returned to his quarters. Not as soon as the door fell shut behind him, or he roared in rage, grabbing his chair and throwing it across the room. He cursed at his circumstances, feeling trapped in a living hell. "A great honor?" he exclaimed furiously as he relived the events of the night, "a great fucking hostage, that's all!" It was a true blessing there was no one there to witness, or worse - fall victim to his outburst.
Exhaustedly collapsing against the wall, he slid down, his back against the cold stones. Tears slipped over his cheeks as he contemplated his cruel fate. Oh- how he had wanted to retaliate against his captor, even if it was just a verbal quip. But he knew how his people back home would suffer. How food would suddenly get rationed after the tiniest infraction. How tax quota's would be raised, if he wasn't perfectly pleasant. Not to mention the fear of what would happen to him... If rumours of another rebellion led by his father would find their way to the palace, he'd be dead by the next sundown.
Wiping the bitter tears from his cheeks, Wolfgang bit down on his teeth. This was his cross to bear, and so he would. But quietly he plotted for his freedom and for revenge...
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I'm looking for someone to continue this story with me. The text above is nothing but a bit of an introduction to a plot and character. Neither are set in stone, but they speak to the perspective I want this character to have - caught between forces and trapped in a golden cage.
How your main character would fit into this, I obviously leave up to you! Does she come to Wolfgang by choice, or by circumstance? Is she the crown-princess, a lady at court, another political prisoner, a murderer for hire, a knight-errand from home, or maybe even his warden? One thing is certain, I want their exchanges to be passionate, contradictory and explosive. It'd be perfect if they downright hated each other at the beginning, and slowly gravitated towards a more balanced romance.
In regards to writing preferences, please refer to the prompt. I'd like to maintain a couple of paragraphs per post and one or two posts per week minimum. Third person and past tense are mandatory. No further requirements as I'm not a native speaker and mess up plenty myself. Oh and trying to do better at that 'show, don't tell' thing. In terms of smut, I'm very kink friendly, please feel free to inquire!
Let me know if the prompt resonated with you in any way or if you have any questions!
"We stopped that damned rebellion, that threatened to destroy this kingdom from within, when I marshaled our troops and quickly secured our holdings. Rest easily my friends, rest easily knowing that I will not hesitate to cut down our enemies, both from within and without." He had continued so cheerily, but the underlying message was not lost on those gathered. All the dukes, counts and others, that had thusfar managed to maintain their estates, were apt veterans in the political arena of the courts. Most of them remembered the Arconian Uprising far less epicly. Tonight's exuberance, in truth, was nothing else but a admonition against any attempt at overthrowing their tyrannical overlord.
"Friends, family, my honored guests, please feast on the flesh straight from the royal hunting grounds, and gorge on the wines from my cellar, for tonight we revel!" Loud cheers and clanging followed, as they smashed their cups against the tables, everyone careful to avoid not seeming overjoyed at the prospect of spending the evening in that den of vipers. One man, positioned close to the king sat back quietly though. A look of dismay on his face, he spied the room in disgust.
A sharp voice behind him broke his maleficent reveries. "Please Lord Arcon, join me in a drink! We wouldn't want my beautiful guests to think you're not feeling at home. Your permanent position here is a great honor, after all..." How that fat king had managed to sneak up behind him bothered Wolfgang immediately, but he forced a smile on his face as he raised his cup up high. "Of course, Your Majesty, a toast to your health then!"
It was hours before Wolfgang finally returned to his quarters. Not as soon as the door fell shut behind him, or he roared in rage, grabbing his chair and throwing it across the room. He cursed at his circumstances, feeling trapped in a living hell. "A great honor?" he exclaimed furiously as he relived the events of the night, "a great fucking hostage, that's all!" It was a true blessing there was no one there to witness, or worse - fall victim to his outburst.
Exhaustedly collapsing against the wall, he slid down, his back against the cold stones. Tears slipped over his cheeks as he contemplated his cruel fate. Oh- how he had wanted to retaliate against his captor, even if it was just a verbal quip. But he knew how his people back home would suffer. How food would suddenly get rationed after the tiniest infraction. How tax quota's would be raised, if he wasn't perfectly pleasant. Not to mention the fear of what would happen to him... If rumours of another rebellion led by his father would find their way to the palace, he'd be dead by the next sundown.
Wiping the bitter tears from his cheeks, Wolfgang bit down on his teeth. This was his cross to bear, and so he would. But quietly he plotted for his freedom and for revenge...
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I'm looking for someone to continue this story with me. The text above is nothing but a bit of an introduction to a plot and character. Neither are set in stone, but they speak to the perspective I want this character to have - caught between forces and trapped in a golden cage.
How your main character would fit into this, I obviously leave up to you! Does she come to Wolfgang by choice, or by circumstance? Is she the crown-princess, a lady at court, another political prisoner, a murderer for hire, a knight-errand from home, or maybe even his warden? One thing is certain, I want their exchanges to be passionate, contradictory and explosive. It'd be perfect if they downright hated each other at the beginning, and slowly gravitated towards a more balanced romance.
In regards to writing preferences, please refer to the prompt. I'd like to maintain a couple of paragraphs per post and one or two posts per week minimum. Third person and past tense are mandatory. No further requirements as I'm not a native speaker and mess up plenty myself. Oh and trying to do better at that 'show, don't tell' thing. In terms of smut, I'm very kink friendly, please feel free to inquire!
Let me know if the prompt resonated with you in any way or if you have any questions!