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Marriage of Thrones (Kylen and Forbidden)

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Kylen

Super-Earth
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Aug 16, 2010
Prince Lorn grinned as he watched the carriage come into the castle from his room. His piercing green eyes watched it as it pulled up. He already knew what was in the carriage: his bride to be. Lorn knew it was a flimsy thing, his being married off to keep his father from flattening and taking the girl's weak country, but he accepted it. He had decided from the moment his father accepted that these people were no better then the peasants that worked the fields for their kingdom, and he was going to show this 'princess' exactly that: by forcing her to be his sexual plaything, lest he dissolve the marriage, allowing his father to take their worthless realm.

Pulling away from the sight, his toned body moved towards the door to his room, moving to the greeting hall, where he and his father would await the girl, the marriage later this week only being a formality.
 
Karina sat with her hands twined in her lap as the carriage brought her to her destiny, another kingdom. The princess was going to be married in order to prevent a war between the two kindgoms, a war that her home kingdom of Trelay would lose if it were ever begun. The carriage came to a stop and slowly she stepped out, the servants guiding her to the awaiting king and her husband to be. Laying her emerald green optics upon the man for the first time she had to admit she found him attractive, but she was nervous all the same. She couldn't help but wonder how he was going to accept her, and what he would expect from her as his wife. The virgin princess was smart, she knew what happened between a husband and wife, and she knew that the woman was required to do as told, but that didn't mean she accepted any of it. She was a spitfire child and she wouldn't be afraid to show it when the time came.

"Your majesties." she curtsied before the two men, smiling lightly as she gave them the greeting that was proper for their station. "Trelay is gracious for your alignment." The words her father had instructed her to say.
 
The prince did his best not to scoff, while the King nodded. "Indeed. So long as you please my son, we will refrain from assaulting your kingdom." the king said, clearly meaning 'so long as you please him, we won't just trample your people.' Lorn looked her over, nodding to himself. He did enjoy her looks, and he could see that she was going to need to be broken. A sly smile formed on his face as he enjoyed this fact. "Father, if I may have some time alone with my bride?" he asked. The king nodded, though his expression carried that he didn't care what happened to Karina, so long as she wasn't killed in the end. She needed to be alive for the treaty. Walking away, Lorn came close, walking around her as though examining her. "Well..at least your line doesn't breed ugly..." he said, as though it was a compliment.
 
Her lips tightened at the reply the King gave her, unused to the boldness with which he spoke to her. She gasped softly at the words her "fiancee" spoke to her. "You take that to be complimentary? How rude." she practically snarled at him as she faced him, emerald gaze locked on his. The way he was circling her made her feel as if she were an animal and he was looking over her to see which part to eat first. Her eyes narrowed as she was practically glaring at him now, daring him to speak to her in such a manner again. She was a princess and she should treat her that way, even if he thought himself so far above her. In truth they held the same station.
 
"Oh, I believe it is. Remember: You piss me off, and I can just keep you and let my dad know you broke the engagement, allowing him to take over your weak people." he growled, still circling her, keeping just out of reach. "You might as well be lower then our farming peasants, my dear 'bride'." he said, smirking devilishly. His eyes covered her, practically staring at her through her clothes. "You have until dinner to make peace with that. You may be a princess..but you'll never be treated as one in this castle. You're just a prize, an object given to us by a king too weak to just try and fight back, to scared to even just give over his kingdom. A figurehead now, if you will." he teased, knowing those nerves were probably still raw, wanting to see her jump at him.
 
His words were like pouring salt in fresh wounds, burning her already injured pride. "You filthy bastard." She stepped forward, hand raised to slap him across the face. Less than he deserved but it would suffice for now. The way he undressed her with his gaze said more than his words did. She'd known the marriage wasn't going to be a happy one but she didn't expect that things were going to start out this badly. "I'll be as much your figurehead as you are a gentleman." she snarled, figuring he wouldn't be insulted but guessing that he'd see that making her obey and all that was going to be harder than he'd expected. She couldn't wait to see his smug face after she landed this slap, watch that smirk disappear.
 
As her hand came down to smack him, he grabbed her by the wrist, his free hand bringing the sword to bare at her throat. "Now now, my dear girl. I said your FATHER was a figurehead. You're less than that, given that he so easily gave you up to keep his precious land." he said, practically snarling. "You raise your hand to me again, you will NOT enjoy the repercussions." he told her, pulling her in close, his sword staying right at her throat. "Now...I'll gladly accept an apology. A simple 'Sorry, your highness' will suffice even."
 
She froze as she felt the cool kiss of metal upon her throat as the Prince drew his sword to her throat. "You fucking asshole." she hissed, with slightly less venom that she would've had the sword not been pressed against her throat. "What repercussions?" her question was actually soft, curious even as she really wanted to see what he was capable of. His next words distracted her and she suddenly smiled up innocently at him. "Sorry I didn't manage to hit you your highness." She made her voice sugary sweet as she faked a smile up to him. Some would call her crazy challenging the man who's sword was at her throat when she was the one who had everything to lose. But she could see the lust in his eyes, he'd put up with a couple more sasses from her before doing anything drastic, she was counting on this.
 
"Reprecussions, like your entire kingdom being properly overrun like the trash they are. Like you showing up to your wedding with welts and bruises." he growled. Smirking, his sword swung down, tearing the clothes from her body there and then, leaving her in but her undergarments. "Lets try that again, girl. Say your sorry, and I'll at least let you go to your room with what you have left and won't humiliate you any farther...today." he said, sword going back up to her throat. "All you have to say are four words. Four words and I let your hand go, and you can go to your room and try to find something to wear for the rest of the day."
 
Karina's jaw dropped as he spoke to her, about to challenge him before yelping as he cut the clothes from her body with one stroke of his sword. She contemplated saucing him again, weighing it against him humiliating her more. Having to walk naked among the people who already saw her as lower than them would be awful, but then again why would she care what they thought of her. "I'm sorry your highness." she growled out, jerking her wrist out of his grasp. "Show me to my rooms." she snapped to him, "Seeing as you've done enough to humiliate me. I won't wander around asking for directions." Her tone was icy as she stepped away from him, arms folded across her midsection and chest.
 
"You are forgiven...wife." he said in a tone reserved almost for dogs. Putting his sword away, he led her to her room, up several floors. The walk was long enough for several servents to see her, all glaring and sneering at Karina. Lorn clearly didn't mind that she was being leered at, having quite enjoyed seeing her naked, if not mostly naked. Opening a door, he waved her in. "This will be your room until the marriage. There are a couple of dresses here, but nothing much else. We have dinner in a hour." he told her before closing the door on her. He contemplated breaking her now, but decided it could wait. The room had a single slim window, too slim to let her through, and the door locked from the outside.
 
Karina held her high as he walked her to the room she'd be staying in, ignoring the looks and snickers of the servants around her. As he left her she surveyed her surroundings with dismay. Going to the window she looked out with sadness, hating her father for doing this and hating her new "home" already. As time ticked away she went to the closet and picked out a dress. With distaste she noticed the immodest cuts and scowled before picking out the most modest of the dresses. Her hands curled into fists as she clenched them in anger, waiting for him to come back and get her. She felt tears prick the backs of her eyes but blinked them away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
 
((Sorry for not posting in a while. Life got hectic, and I just got net back. I'll have a post edited in/posted by the end of the day))

The most modest dress in there had a large diamond front, and an open back. The back closed just above her ass, and the diamond in front showed off her entire cleavage and a good bit of under boob, her stomach, and almost down to her mound before coming to a point just above it. the most modest thing about it was it being solid black, and coming with a matching set of panties for her. Even in this dress she could feel how chilly it was in this stone castle room, her nipples pressing against the fabric, was was fairly soft.

Soon enough, the door unlocked, and Lorn was standing there in his own formal dinner ware. "Come, wife to be." he said, one arm pointing the way. "Father will be very angry if we're not there on time. And don't expect him to take it out on me." he told her, waiting for her before walking next to her, showing her the way to the dining room. Said room was grand, as it should be, covered in fine paints and fabrics depicting the family crest. The table was set for four, the King and his queen already seated, waiting patiently. Lorn would sit next to his father, Karina's seat next to his.
 
As he entered she lifted her chin stubbornly and stalked out before him, trying to ignore the attire she was in and the way her nipples were as visible as if she weren't clothed. Entering the dining room she forced a smile onto her features "Evening your majesties" she spoke softly as she waited for their son to pull out her chair for her. She was guessing he wouldn't bother but decided to try and look her status.
 
Lorn would, if only for show, scooting her in nice and tight though, as revenge. The queen was quite beautiful, even in her age. She smiled at her son's wife, though it was a small, sad smile. "Thank you for joining us this eve. The food should be out shortly." she said. Indeed it was, a wonderful feast for four, as if to celebrate the up coming union between Lorn and Karina. She would notice that the queen wouldn't start eating until after Lorn and her husband had started. "Ah...compliments to our chef again." the king would say. "He constantly proves his worth. I am glad we were able to sway him into becoming the royal chef. His family should be pleased." he said, smiling widely. "We should give him some extra money this month, as thanks."
 
Karina hissed out a breath as he shoved her into the table when scooting her chair in. Glaring at him for a moment she turned a smile on his mother. "The pleasure is mine to join you all for dinner." The words fell from her tongue easily but there wasn't a true warmth behind the words. Watching how the queen waited to eat, she followed. Not liking this custom but deciding not to piss anyone off at the moment. She ate the food without really tasting it and stayed silent, mostly just pushing her food around on her plate.
 
The queen smiled. "I know it seems weird here, but you'll grow used to it. Women are just treated different then men here." she said, the king not stopping her from talking, seeing as she was instructing the new person. "In our kingdom, outside of wives of state like you and me, women have little value outside of families. If you aren't making a family, then you are likely a slave or a house girl." she said, the inflection of 'house girl' likely meaning harem girl, or prostitute. "I mean, after all, it's not like a girl can be a knight or a land owner." she said, finishing her meal.

Lorn smiled at his mother, a real smile of love, as he finished. "It was good eating with you both. With father on the warfront so often, I don't get to see you both often." he said.
 
Karina's eyes grew colder with every word the queen spoke to her of her new life. At this moment she hated her father for doing this to her, she hated her husband to be, his stupid kingdom. Everything. She hated everything. "I see." she replied calmly before shoving herself back from the table. "If I'm allowed to be excused," she spat sarcastically as she turned to make her way out of the room. She would NOT let herself become this man's plaything like his mother was to his father. How could she live with herself if she let her every move be dictated by this man, who hadn't even shown her courtesy at the beginning.
 
She would not be stopped, but by the next morning she would find out how much trouble she was in. Instead of being roused for breakfast, she would find a bowl of gruel and some bread next to the door, which remained locked. She would also notice that all of her clothes had been taken, outside of anything she wore to sleep, and that no one had brought anything to help heat her room. Karina wouldn't see anyone for a few more hours, when a servant slid some more gruel and bread to her quickly before shutting the door again. This one included a note stating that the wedding would be in three days.
 
Karina ignored the food and huddled in the middle of her bed, trying to warm her slender frame, cursing her betrothed. Pouncing at the door as the servant came she still wasn't quick enough to get out before the door was relocked. As the words on the paper registered in her mind a primal scream of rage was roused from her throat. "Let me out of here! Lorn! Let me out!" The cry was repeated over and over again as she banged on the door. She didn't know if anyone could hear her but she was going to scream until she lost her voice, knowing that if anyone could hear her they would soon find themselves driven crazy by the incessant sound.
 
She would find that no one would answer, the next meal not coming until after she had fallen asleep, tired from banging on the door and yelling. She would also find that she had been cleaned and stripped in her sleep, Nothing protecting her now. For the next few days, the only sound that would wake her would be the sound of her breakfast gruel and bread being delivered and the door slamming shut. On her wedding day, however, things would be different.

That morning she would find herself bound to her bed by chains, a pair of maidens washing her body of any grime she had picked up. In the corner was a sheer, almost see through dress, clearly designed to show off everything in lewd ways with out her being obviously naked. She would also feel a collar around her neck, a long, silver chain leading away to a hook on a wall.
 
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