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Ruined Empires (For Demorica and Friend)

Friend in the shadows

Friend in the shadows

Star
Joined
Aug 15, 2010
Wars are ugly things. Especially long ones where no one remembers how it started or who is to blame. Even when one side claims victory, it's nothing but a hollow one as everyone evolved realizes that now must come the rebuilding and burying of the dead. Mourners cry out for lost love ones while children stare out into the night, waiting for missing parents to return, not understanding that they are gone forever.

This war, between an Elven empire that had lasted longer than anyone could remember, and an upstart Human Kingdom, had gone on longer than anyone had imaged, and the out come was far different than what was expected: the Humans were winning. Despite the elves long life span, and thus their ability to train and learn for centuries more than any human could, they were loosing the war to the 'lesser' beings called man. The war machine they fought against grew stronger every year as the elves lost their forest homes to the men's desire for more of everything. Finally, the armies met on a large field, ready for the last battle that would decided the out come of the war once and for all.

The newly crowned king sat on his white steed, waiting for the enemy commanders to step forward to converse before the battle commenced, as was customary in this situations. He was going to give them one last chance to surrender before the army behind him finished off this war once and for all.

(for the king)
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They had been loosing the battle and the princess knew it. It was only a matter of time before the humans would come and take the rest of her kingdom. So she sat in the throne room with the servants telling them to not worry and to be brave while also speaking with her advisors about what to do next, some suggesting surrender, others saying to not give up till they march on the castle and to fight to the end, courageous, but she did not want to risk more lives lost.

Sighing softly she looked around her at everyone wondering what to do, seeing a few children there crying, knowing something bad was going to happen, but not sure what, and her heart sank as she knew they would be taken from their mothers and fathers and sold to be slaves, as would just about everyone else. She sat in a normal chair, having no real throne since she saw no use for one. Today she wore her hair down, her long dark red curls flowing over her shoulders, bangs framing her face, and went to her midback, while clinging to her body was a deep purple gown with silver lining, simple yet elegant. Her eyes were a bright violet and her skin milky white, a true image of beauty, only to be matched by kindness, loved by many.

She wondered if they should just surrender and nodded to her general to give the message to everyone to surrender, not that it mattered, the humans would be to the room in no time. So she sat there, hushing and telling the children not to be frightened and to just do as they are told, while the other servants begged that the princess try to hide herself in servant attire since enemies often degraded, humiliated, and even raped the princesses of conquered kingdoms to set an example to everyone and in hopes of breaking their spirits, and even though she was worried and frightened, due to being a virgin, she tried not to show it and told them she would not do something so cowardly.
 
The human army was growing restless, the men itching to either go forth and shatter the final elven stronghold, or to go back home to their families. When the messenger came out and delivered the princesses words of surrender, a loud cheer rose from the ranks; every one excited to have the war over with so they could all go back to their normal lives.

Knowing that the only way to make sure that the elves didn't try to start up hostilities once the human army's back was turned was to take their leader for his own use, the newly crowned king took an small contingent of men with him in order to answer the princesses surrender in person and to dictate the terms of which they would have to accept or else face the entire army on their door step once more.

After being lead through the elven city, the company was brought to the castle and shown to the royal chambers of the princess. "I am the King of the Human Empire; my name is Athnir von Heidick. I'm here to discuss the terms of your surrender." He said addressing the princess as he was shown into the throne room.
 
The Princess was nervous, as she sat in her room, taking a few hours before the humans came to the castle, worry washing over her as she was put into a tight silver corset over her dress and lead by her hand maids to the throne room where she stood, away from the throne knowing that was no longer hers, and not as though she actually sat in it for anything. Hearing them enter a few people cowered away from him and his men, and the princess tried to not let her emotions get the best of her. Looking to the children she waved the mothers to take them out, not knowing what could happen, but not wanting them to hear or see anything going on.

Turning her attention to the human King she bowed her head, an elven gesture that showed she knew he was higher up than her now and her people were at his mercy. Her bright violet eyes look to him and her hair swayed with every movement she made, going closer to him, despite the fact she did not want to be near him at all. "I am Princess Riniel Silaviana." She said softly, her voice so soft and sweet, attempting to hid the fear in it. She gestured to a different room so they could speak, being a lounge room for the royal family, full of beautifully crafted couches, pillows, and chairs, as well as fur rugs, and a fire place. "What is it you want? I know this will hardly be terms of surrender since we already have, what is it you want from us? Soldiers, workers, or are you just planning on enslaving my people?" She asked softly, speaking rather calmly, not showing any signs of a temper.

All she wanted was the truth, not a sugar coating to try and make it sound not as bad as it could be, or would be. She remained standing as she watched him. She began to wonder what kind of man he was, did he intend on running this kingdom or letting it crumble without a leader, or take all their food and provisions then leave them there to die, or enslave and sell everyone, or maybe allow someone to rule her kingdom and maybe try to combine the two place, but that was very unlikely in her mind.
 
Athnir watched as she motioned for them to retire to a side room. A little unsure, feeling it might be a trap, he eventually gave a nod and went with her. His eyes quickly took assessment of this new room, finding the place to be comfortable enough for the two of them to have a talk about Riniel's peoples future.

Taking a seat on one of the couches, he waved for his men to stand guard and thus leave the two of them alone. "Despite what you might think, these are the terms that you and your people will have to live by. Should they be broken, me and my armies will come back and make you regret breaking these terms." He said as his eyes watched the beautiful princess before him.

"First, your people will be confined to the lands which you currently hold. You will not be allowed to establish new holding with out the authorization of my kingdom. Second, you will not have the same large troop numbers that you did; I will see to it that men are stationed to help guard against any further attacks. Third, all incoming and out going traffic shall be stopped and searched. I expect no tribute from your people, we've got enough goods from the rest of the lands we've conquered, but I do want to make sure no rebellion springs up in your lands. Forth, you will choose your successor, who will rule in you stead while you will serve me for the rest of my life."

He paused for a moment, letting Riniel come to grips with his conditions. "If you have anything you wish to say, do so now. If you accept, I shall make sure that no further harm comes to your kind. Any one who tries to break that rule will be killed."
 
Watching him enter the room she had to admit killing him would have been easy, but she was no back stabbing murdered like that, and was too proud to lower herself that much. Sitting down across from him she made sure to keep her distance, not trusting him, just as she knew he did not trust her. When listening to his demands she seemed to be alright with everything until it came down to a few things. Shaking her head she looked a little upset, “We cannot stop trades with other kingdoms, that is how the people here survive and make their living, by traveling and setting up shop then coming home weeks or so later.” She said softly. She already knew who she could pick for being someone to take over but felt unease about the demand.

“Serve you? How… in what way?” She asked softly, trying not to sound worried, despite she was. “I already have someone in mind to take my place, but you say for the rest of your life, and I will live much longer than you, will I be allowed to return home once that happens?” She asked, not wanting to have false hope and to know what would be happening to her. “And will I be allowed to visit my people? To be sure that everyone will be taken care of?” She requested, already knowing she had no say in anything and was simply asking to be allowed that privilege, even a letter from a few trusted friends to let her know everything is alright would be fine with her.

Riniel, sighed softly and nodded her hands in her lap as she looked at the fire place, “I really have no choice, I can’t let them die, but I expect you to take care of them properly like your own people since this is your land now.” She said calmly, but showing she did not trust he would actually do what was best for her people or not choose his people over hers. She remained where she was, trying to calm herself, and take in everything happening at once, not too concerned for her people as much as what he had planned for her once they returned to his kingdom.
 
Athnir thought about her requests for a long time, the statements she made weighing heavily on his mind and showing greatly on his face. "I don't intend to have your trade stopped completely. I only wish to make sure that no rebellion is being planned, no weapons are being shipped food stores, no rallying cries being carried with small children. I shall make sure that enough trade continues for your people to survive.

As for checking up on your people, I can arrange for trips to be made to ensure everything is going as ordered, but you will have me with you when you stop back to see how everyone is doing. I am well aware that you will live many times my lifespan, and thus plan on having you return to your lands and rule your people after I die. However, should I die from foul play, then you will remain with the royal family for the rest of your days." Athnir had to take a deep sigh, the day had been long and he wished it to be over.

"Your new duties, should you choose to accept these terms of surrender, will be simple: you are to be my personal concubine. You will spend your days and nights fulfilling my desires for the flesh. Do not think that I shall be sleeping with you all day long; the matters of state will take up much of my time, but I want something that can help me relax from such a long day. And that something will be you." He added, leaning back a little on the couch as he finished speaking.
 
Hearing him she felt a slight ease on her heart as he agreed to let her return home once he died, knowing she could stand to stay as his for however long it was he would live, knowing it would only last for about fifty years or so, then she could get on with her life with someone to love, but until then she would have to do as he said. She did not intend foul play, so long as he did not harm her, but her mind came to the thought of him wanting her to be a concubine, the word left an angry look in her eyes, hating that he would suggest she be such a thing, her kind frowning on such things, shaking her head she suggested a different name, “I will be called either a slave, prisoner, or pet, but to be a concubine is demeaning to my kind and the way I was raised, and I will not call myself that either, and I know nothing of what you speak, since I was waiting for my wedding to have my flower taken, but I suppose I have no choice.” She said weakly, showing that that last part had upset her.

Nodding she remained on the couch across from him, her heart heavy with sorrow for the choice she had to make, but she knew she could not be selfish and let others be harmed for her sake. Getting up she moved to a desk in the corner and began writing out what they had said, always documenting everything with her kind, including the details of the surrender so her people knew that once he passed that she would be returning and the person left to rule would only be temporary, naming instead of one person she named all of her advisors to rule in her stead and signed it, much like a contract. “May I pack some clothing or will I be fitted for more human like clothing?” She asked, unable to look at him as she felt she was giving her life away. Elven clothing was different from human clothing, hers clung more to the curves of the hips and legs, and barely showed much bust, and usually the gowns were with or without sleeves, and long flowing to the ankle, but not often did the sleeves rest on the shoulders.

Taking slow deep breaths she ran a hand through her hair, wanting out of the room and away from him for a little while before she had to leave her home.
 
Athnir looked at her as she ran her hand threw her soft hair. His eyes noticed the way her body filled out the dress she wore. Her figure was much nice than any human woman he had seen and wondered if it was because of the clothing she wore. He also wondered what people might say if she was still allowed to wear her normal clothing.

"For the time being, I shall let you keep your elven style of dress. I'm concerned that some might see it as a sign of weakness on my part, but if things get too bad, I can always order you to change into a human one." He replied before moving to stand up from the couch. "As for your title, I shall call you pet, since I plan on having you by my side all the time. It will be good business practice for you to learn why you lost and why you should never try to retaliate in the future.

In the mean time, I shall leave you to pack what you wish. When you're done, one of my men shall escort you out to my horse. You will be riding behind me until we reach one of our out posts. After that, we will be taking a carriage the rest of the way. Since it will be a fair distance until we reach the castle, I think I'll shall begin teaching you of your new role on the way back." He said before moving to leave the room, and thus leave her to her thoughts of the near future.
 
Had he removed her clothing or seen her without it he would see the dress was not what defined her body, but in fact her natural curves that he was seeing. Listening to what he would allow she nodded slowly, “Thank you, I would like to be able to keep some of my own people’s culture with me.” She told him softly, a small hint of appreciation, and maybe a slight sign of submission to him showing it was appreciated.

“My people lost because of your technological advantage, nothing more, they were not weaker, and they were loyal and strong just as your people, this is also a very small city, and with limited people to fight, and it was not only my choice to defend against the attack, we ask the opinions of many of the citizens before deciding, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to defend your people, I am sure you would have done the same.” She told him with a slightly upset tone that he would have said such a thing.

Hearing him she was a little concerned about what he was talking about and yet did not turn to ask him one last thing, more of a request, knowing she had no control over it, “May I request whatever it is you have planned… that you please do not take my flower in a carriage, I do not want to lose my virginity in a carriage, I would prefer it be in a bed in a room… Please, it will be my first time… I just don’t wish to remember it in a carriage…” She pleaded, holding back tears as she spoke.

She did not expect a reply just then, and so she left the room and headed to her own, packing many dresses of her own, all which were very light, elegant, and would show off her body for her new King. Once in her room and packed she let her emotions out, crying hard and burying her face into her pillows, unable to believe what was happening to her, and what was going to happen over the course of the years she would be forced to stay with him, telling herself to remain strong and to not allow herself to be fooled by the humans and to just wait till she can return home and imagine it never happened. But for the moment while she was alone she cried, her body shaking as she lay on her bed, the door closed, knowing someone would be there in a little while, but she would be finished and calm again once they arrived. She packed a few minor things and then sat out on her balcony waiting, taking in her home once more before she would have to leave.
 
Athnir said nothing more before leaving the room. In truth, he had indeed thought about having her in his lap, grinding her tight elven body against his as the driver took them back to his lands. But he supposed he could wait until they had a real bed under them before she lost her maiden head. Still, Athnir felt that he could still have her do a few things for him before they reached home.

The knock that came on her door to take her away was actually the sound of a large fist banging against the wooden frame. Without announcing a name, a stern looking man entered the princesses private room. His face held several nasty scars, and a look of disgust for her was in plain view. "If you're ready your majesty, the King awaits you. As to why he's allowing you to ride with him instead of pulling you behind on the horse like I would, I'll never understand." He moved to stand right behind her, his armor clinking loudly and the blade on his hip trailing across the floor.

"You should be thankful that you're getting to have him for a Master instead of me. If you don't do well, perhaps I can convince him to let me have some fun with you instead. And trust me, you'd be screaming for your King to rescue you before I finished having my way." He said with a small evil twinkle in his eyes.
 
Hearing the knock at the door she quickly wiped away her tears and looked up at the man, getting her things before hearing his words and glaring at him, clearly he did not like her or her kind at all, for what ever reasons. Ignoring him she began to situate her things, “The reason he probably allows me to ride with him instead of how you said is probably because he has more respect for women than you do, and knows how to be a gentleman even to a prisoner. So why do you have such hate for me, I don’t even know you yet here you are insulting me and threatening me?” She asked coldly, not really caring if he liked her or not, but the evil twinkle in his eyes put her on edge and made her unease. She knew she could easily use magic to defend herself and she planned on it if he so much as put a finger on her against her will.

Shaking her head she sighed, “Well then I will just have to make sure I stay on his good side, and even if he did decide to give me to you, I would kill myself before having you touch me in any way. I agreed to be your King’s pet and do as he said, no one else, but that does not mean I will not defend myself against a cruel monster such as you.” She snapped, already having herself ready in case he tried to hurt her, knowing simple shock spells, and ones that would hurt him, but leave no marks. When she looked at his scars she was half tempted to truly mess with his mind by healing them, knowing she could make them completely heal as though they were never there, and she would not even need to touch him, she could do it from a distance and wondered as well as how he got them, if it was in battle, or something else. “How did you get those scars? Fighting? They can be removed with magic you know?” She asked curiously, trying to be kind, never liking to let her temper get the best of her. She was curious about if he would want them gone, healed and his face unscathed by such nasty wounds, hoping maybe his hate for them was because of that.
 
The man glared back at her, his face showing even more hate if that was possible. "I'd rather die then let your kind heal my wounds. These scars are going to be a reminder for anyone that even suggests on trying to make a lasting peace between our races. We've got mages that could set me right, but I see them as a way to show the strength of us humans over you elves." He said before turning around and heading to the door.

"You've got a sharp tongue girl. You best make sure that it can be soft for your new Master. The King is known in the royal court for being able to pleasure a woman, so you should be grateful that he choose you to share his bed. Despite the number of suitors that wish to join him, he's turned them all down." He added as he stopped at the door. Rapping on it once more, it swung open and a third man was standing outside in full armor, a lance in his left hand.

"Escort her to Lord Athnir's horse. She'll be riding with him and you shall stay by their side. I'd do it, but looking at her makes me ill." He told the man before walking off in a huff. The knight, for what else would he be, gave a single nod of his head and looked towards the princess.

"If you're already my lady, I shall see you to the horses." He said. His features were mostly obscured by the helm on his head, but his voice gave away his young age. He stood there, waiting for her to either reply or follow him.
 
His words stung, never hearing someone so hateful and cruel in her life, hoping other humans were not all the same as him. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes, “Fine so be it, but things change no matter what you try to do or say. If the king wants a relationship between our kind then you will just have to suck it up and get over your hatred for us,” She said calmly, not letting him get to her any more than he already had, seeing he had no manners and was simply just against her species for what ever pointless reason he had.

Following she felt her stomach tighten and her eyes flashed to a dark purple, “I do not care what your king can do, I don’t care how well he is able to please a woman, I was forced into this agreement, and he was the one to want me, not the other way around, and I only agreed because I care for my people, any of those other suitor wenches can have him, all I have to do is serve him however he pleases, but I will not be thankful for him taking me as well as my freedom and soon everything else I have.” She snapped at him before her eyes lightened and returned to normal.

Listening to his insult she couldn’t help but fire back, “Well then you should get your eyes checked by the mages.” She taunted before following the other knight, able to tell he was young, but hearing him not speak to her with hatred and malice she smiled slightly “Thank you, I would like to get away from such a hateful and negative man. Hopefully you and the others are not so blind as he is about my kind? Are you?” She asked, wondering what it was he and his other comrades knew, or thought they knew about her kind, and maybe why the other man hated her so much.
 
The scarred man left without saying another word, but the look on his face showed deep anger for the tongue lashing she had given him. The young knight left out a sigh as he watched the man storm off. "Now I pity the poor person that comes across him next. While the captain had no right to talk to you like he did, you should not to anything to make him mad. Or rather, madder. His temper is well known, and he might forget that you are off limits princess." The knight said as he holstered his lance onto his back.

Walking into the room, he gently picked up her bags before moving to lead her to the stables. "I'm afraid that I can't speak for others in regards towards opinions about your kind. I can, however, say that I don't share the captains views. Then again, I have not been through the same as him, so I can't say what I would be like if I was in his shoes." The young knight said as the walked down the halls. "I'm babbling aren't I? I'm sorry for that. If you have any questions, please ask. I'll try to give you a straight answer, but I can't promise that I'll know the answer in the first place."
 
The knight was clearly a good man and someone she could hopefully trust and talk to, not that she would meet him again, but it was nice to find some kind people in the human kingdom. "Why does he hate my people, the captain? We are peaceful and kind people." She asked, looking up at him before shaking her head, "No you are not babbling, and even if you were I would not mind, better than being treated like dirt and disliked. Tell me, the king, does he have a wife, or woman whom he has his eye on?" She asked, blushing slightly, not wanting to admit that she would have been slightly angry or jealous if he did and just brought her as his slave to serve him where someone else could not.

Following to the stable she chatted with him for a little while longer, enjoying the company of a kind individual. "Are the people in the human kingdom as kind as you are?" She asked, knowing the answer may have been no, but it was something she wanted to know. Her servants were running around, some looking to her, already hearing the news and whispering prays of safe return, hoping she would be alright and hoped to see her again, but they would not try anything against the king so long as the princess was being held by the human king.
 
"Well..." The young knight started to say, moving to balance the bags the princess had to prevent them from falling. "The captain has always disliked other races; even those that are friendly and trade with us. But he hate elves because of the war. During the campaigns, his home village was attacked and burnt to the ground by elven mages. Only a few people made it out, and none of them where his family. Both his wife and twin girls died, and so his heart died with them." He finished saying as they reached the stables.

Quickly, the young knight strapped her bags to one of the other horses. At her question, he blinked but then remembered that she could not see his face so wouldn't see the surprised look on it. "Am I kind? I just thought to follow what my heart tells me is right. I joined the army to protect my kingdom and my family, but I've seen that it wasn't all it's said to be. The illusion has been destroyed. But that doesn't answer your question. In truth, I can't say that everyone is kind like me. Humans are individuals, and thus can't be put into nice neat groups.

As for your earlier question: he hasn't had the time to look over any suitors, and he didn't marry before the war started. The King has taken women into his bed, but none of them were meant as a future bride. Now that the war has ended, many will want to see him marry and have an heir. Of course, since he's decided to take you into the house hold, anyone that wishes him for a husband will have to accept that you will have an equal amount of his time."
 
Hearing his words she felt the weight of what had happened to the captain on her shoulders, but then again it was not as though he had never taken lives as well, war was a nasty thing and never was kind to anyone. “If you do see him once he is calm please tell him I am deeply sorry for his loss, and wish there was something I could do to help, even if he does not care or even gets angry with me it will be worth it to know I have atleast done the right thing.” She said, wondering if he would, but she did not care.

When he spoke she nodded, “Yes you are kind, because you listen to your heart, and that is one of the best things you can do, fighting is painful and pointless most of the time, everyone is hurt by it and hate eachother for it, both seeing it as the other persons fault. Not many people follow what their hearts tell them any longer, and let themselves be overcome with anger and loathing turning them into horrible people in the end.” She said before smiling and shaking her head, “I am sorry, I am now the one babbling, please excuse me for that.”

Her eyes seemed to focus on his words about his king finding a wife, feeling as though it was so ridiculous, to have her and look for a bride, “Not many women would allow me to be in the way of the king, they would want him to themselves, but that is fine, once his life is up I will be free to come back to my home and my people, to feel their love once again.” She muttered, but clearly she had much on her mind about it more than she was saying.
 
The young knight nodded in response to her words. "Yes, we've all heard that you will only be staying with the King for the length of his life. I think he did so for everyone in the kingdom. Once the common people forget about this war, no one will care about you and your kind. Of course, that will take several decades, but what's that measured to centuries?" He said, not so much as asking as making a simple statement.

"You have no need to apologize for the way you speak princess. While you may now be my lords pet, you are still the ruler of your people and as such I will treat you with the respect that comes with that title. I shall do as you ask and tell the captain of your kind words, but shall refrain from relaying any hate filled message back to you. Hearing that venom once is enough for anyone." He added with a light chuckle. Before he could say anything else, the King approached.

"Your Majestic, the horses are ready." The knight said before handing the king the reins to a magnificent white stallion. The king nodded and gave the knight a hand gesture to leave. He said nothing at first, taking the time to mount up and get in the saddle. "Time for us to leave. There will be men waiting for us once we reach the edge of the city." He said as his hand reached down to help her up onto the horse with him.
 
She shrugged from his words, knowing the king saying one thing and future events may come into play as for her stay in the human kingdom, and if anyone was foolish enough to go against her words she might very well be stuck in the humans home for the rest of her life as the royal family’s pet instead of being allowed to go home. But she tried not to think about it once the King approached and the knight left, she gave him a soft thank you, and for so many things as well. Looking to the king she took a hold of hia hand and got onto the horse with him, carefully holding onto the man, despite her desire not to, and waited for them to leave not saying so much as a word to him.

She wondered to herself what he would have her do in the carriage for him, finding herself nervous about anything he would want her to do since she was inexperienced and a virgin. Her mind filled with so many possibilities that it was pointless to think of positive things about it, knowing human males were usually much larger than elven males, and so she was worried about the size of the man who now had control of her life. She watched everything around her, trying to not think of how home sick she was and she had not even left her home yet. But she pushed those thoughts aside and forced herself to hold on carefully to the man to brace herself for the ride.
 
Athnir felt her soft hands and arms wrap around him as she sat behind him. Those arms seemed to cling to him as he pushed the horse to move. Once outside the main entrance, several more men on horse back came and rode along side the two of them; doubtlessly the Kings' personal guard from the stylish armor they wore and the banners than blew in the afternoon air.

The ride would have been a long one, but from the way the horses where moving, it was faster than normal. Magic was at work here, but how was not obvious. The sun was just beginning to set when they reached the awaiting carriage. Dismounting, Athnir moved to talk to the drivers, giving them instructions to travel all night until they reach a safe haven for the night.

"It will take about a full day before we reach my castle. You may wish to rest a bit before while we ride to your new home. We can discuss you're new...duties...when you've adjusted a bit more." He said as he held the carriage door open for her.
 
She held on as lightly as she could, but as they moved her grip tightened, not realizing that the horses had magic used on them, so as she held on more tightly she leaned into him to keep on the horse, her head against his back as well as the rest of her body, wondering if he had done that on purpose or not. She held on tightly as everything went rushing past them, seeing his other men around them she looked away, looking at the ground, her mood ruined by everything that was happening.

Once to the carriage she carefully and rather gracefully got off of the horse and followed him to the carriage until he spoke to the driver and she waited. Stepping into the carriage when he opened the door she stepped in she nodded, knowing she was tired and would need rest so moving over to one of the seats she sat close to the window to look out at the land, what was once hers, and now his, her heart feeling as though it was sinking even more deeply.

“I would appreciate some sleep, I have gotten little since the beginning of the war and if I am to keep you entertained as you want I will probably need much rest from what your men have told me about you.” She said, but saying nothing of herself, still a virgin since her kind did not believe in sex before marriage and that it was hers to give to her husband, but she knew this would be different, she would have little to no choice in whom she gave it to and knew he could easily take it from her when ever he wished. Leaning against the wall she gazed out the window, her eyes fluttering shut, but each time she would force herself awake, not knowing if she should sleep or wait for his permission.

“What is it you will be having me do for you My Lord? Even though I am frightened and don’t want to know, I would rather try to accept my new role as your pet, despite you could have any woman you want, but I do not want to be surprised or startled by the order you would give me to please you.” She said, clearly unhappy about it. Tensing a little she did not know what effect her words would have on him and so spoke up again, looking down at the floor with her head bowed, “I am sorry, I did not mean to speak out like that or harshly to you, but your customs are very different from my own, and it will take much to adjust, and to try to accept, I am just very nervous, and frightened of serving you.” She said, hinting toward what it was that worried her so much.
 
Once Athnir was settled in, the carriage began to move. As with the horses, magic was at work, making the trip faster than normal but still allowing them to watch the country side move past them. As she spoke, he was a bit put off by her attitude and remarks until she gave her apology. His face which had a hard look when she first spoke soften when admitted to being nervous. He nodded his head a little, remembering every time his nerves had gotten the better of him.

"I understand you being tired. This war has worn me out as well. The burden of leadership is hard, even in the best of times. Which is part of the reason I want you as a pet; to help me relieve that stress. I was going to have you start your new duties here in the carriage, but you've requested to wait until we're in the comfort of a room. You can guess that I wish you use you to satisfy my craving for the flesh, but I also plan on using you to show any other suitors what I expect of them.

Several princess and queens have voiced their desire to marry me and claim a part of my Kingdom for their own. Most of them are spoiled and don't understand what is expected of them when it comes to serving a man's needs. I plan on teaching you what those are,and then having you tell them what I expect them to do. They'll believe you, because they know a slave wouldn't lie to them. But for now, you may get so rest. It will take a full day before we arrive, so a decent nights shall do you good. When you awake, we can start with some of your training." He said as he lay his head against the side of the carriage to get some rest of his own.
 
She avoided eye contact with him, merely shaking her head, “It is not right to use me as an example, it tarnishes my name and myself, and I do not like being an example of what you want, I did not agree to that, our agreement was for me to pleasure you, not be an example for your suitors of what you want, besides, a relationship should not just be about how to pleasure you sexually, you should be equals, and care for each other, not like those shallow women who just want your land an wealth, who in the end will carry an heir for you, but you will be alone and empty for it unless you find someone you truly care for.” She said, her voice soft, showing no sign of anger, a little frustration, but she kept her temper and tone in check, merely stating her opinion for him to think about.

“If you want them to know what you expect from them then I would prefer you tell them yourself or ask what it is I am ordered to do for you through our agreement, but I will do nothing more than that My Lord.” She added. Her eyes fluttered open and shut a few times before she adjusted herself in her seat, looking up at him as he leaded his head against the wall, realizing he was falling asleep as well told her she should be fine there with him.

Leaning her head against the wall of the carriage she sighed, her body seemed tense around him, the word training made her feel even more like a slave, not wanting to be trained, she would have preferred to learn a different way, but she convinced herself just to swallow her pride and bare this for now until she would be free to leave. Finally she managed to fall asleep, but only nightmares filled her mind for the entire night.

Hours had passed as they slept and she was a little reluctant to wake, knowing what would be awaiting her as she did. Slowly she opened her eyes and stretched a little, looking at him, then to the floor waiting for him to wake and tell her what she was suppose to do, just wanting it done and over with as soon as possible.
 
Athnir said nothing in response to her words, partially because he was falling asleep and partially because he knew she had some valid points. Still, his mind and heart had to fight against his desire and his lust; and right now his lust was winning out. Unlike her, his dreams were pleasant, but unremarkable and forgotten once he finally stirred from his rest.

As he awoke, he noticed that Riniel was already awake but rather than looking out the window her gaze was cast to the floor. Rolling his shoulders a little, he took the time to watch the county side, the hills and grass pass by rapidly as the carriage moved on. Letting out a deep yawn, he turned his attention towards her.

"We'll start you're training in what I desire slowly. The first thing I want is to see what you're body looks like without those clothes. I know that you've never been with a man before, you all but told me back in your palace. Fear not, I said that I wouldn't have your first time be in this carriage and I keep my word. But I do want to see you naked before my eyes. I wish to drink in your beauty, and for that, you need to strip off your clothing."
 
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