THe Unwilling Bride

[DomG]

The fighting had not been the hardest that Konrad Curze had ever experienced, nor was it the longest battle he had ever been in... but really it was one of the most important to have happened recently. It was the culmination of many skirmishes that had occurred recently, the conquest of another kingdom was never an easy thing. This battle though hadn't lasted for very long at all, the sacking of the palace had occurred rather quickly, his army had caught the defenders unaware, they had quickly scaled the walls, opened the gates, and put the men who stood guard to the sword. Konrad had led his men inside after that, leading as any good king should, from the front and slaying any who stood before him. It had been little more then a culling, not a single one of the defenders had been able to lay even a single hand on him.

Now he sat in the throne room of the palace, the lord of this kingdom hadn't been there at the time of the attack, instead he had been taking a large portion of his army with him towards a summit of the other kingdoms in the area, discussing how they would deal with the increasingly aggressive and massive army led by Konrad, king of the Cthonian people. At twenty eight years old Konrad had spent the last ten years expanding his kingdom, rapid periods of expansion followed by consolidation had caused the smaller and more peaceful kingdoms in the region to fall before him swiftly and now his eyes were set on the real powers. The kingdom he now occupied was only one of many that he would soon control, but it wouldn't be enough just to slay the army and behead the king, legitimacy was necessary and Konrad knew just how to get that.

Reclining on the throne, drinking some of the palaces best wine he could hear the sounds of skirmishes throughout the palace, his elite guard tracking down the last of the resistance that lingered, and of course hunting down the most important prize, the thing he had come to the palace to claim for himself, the princess and only child of the king was to be found and brought before him, untouched of course. The other women of the palace, servants, maids in waiting, and any other that were found would of course be passed around his men for as long as they remained entertaining, some taken as slaves back to the home land and other abandoned where they had last been used.

Throwing aside the empty bottle of wine Konrad could feel himself becoming impatient, he couldn't just sit around all night waiting for the princess to be brought to him. For a moment he was ready to get up and go looking for his prize but then he heard a knock from the throne room door, knowing his prize had been brought to him. “Enter!” He barked angrily, tired of waiting and in the mood to claim his bride to be, battle always made him hunger for the pleasures of the flesh.

 

[HighlandAngel]

The sounds of battle cry woke her from her sleep and young Caitlin jerked upward from the bed. Metal clashing, screaming and groaning. She struggled to escape the covers and then reached for her dagger. All she could hear was chaos and pounding on the door. She turned, entering the dressing room of her chamber, shutting the door then pulled back the rug to reveal a secret passage door. She quickly went into the chamber, shutting the door, beginning to rush down the steps.

Caitlin was a beautiful young woman of seventeen, dark red hair that fell past her waist, eyes the color of emeralds with freckling and a petite frame. Barely five feet three inches tall with breasts to suit her petite frame, many men wanted to have her to wife. She had managed to stave off suitors for fear of being controlled by a man. At the moment, her feet were bare, and she wore a white nightgown that was a bit sheer without her robe. As she came downstairs, she reached the false door and pushed it then was in an empty hallway but she could clearly hear the commotion as the waged. As Cait rounded the corner, she slammed right into a man who wore a strangers sigil. He chuckled.

"Well well...look what we have here," he grinned then pushed her against the all. She swallowed and then closed her eyes as he went to put his mouth on hers, plunging the dagger into his unarmored chest. She shoved him off her and panted, watching him fall and begin to gurgle. Panting, Cait ignored the blood and started to run again, pausing as men came toward her. Upon seeing her, one laughed.

"Looks like the little princess," he said and they chuckled. She turned and started to run in the opposite direction, going as fast as her legs could carry her but it proved in vain. She tripped over a body and the man was upon her, lifting her up.

She still had hold of the dagger and dug it into his ass, hearing him groan but before she could do so again, another took the dagger from her.

"I am taking her to his lordship," another voice said and she was tossed like a sack to another man. She struggled but it was useless. Soon they were at the throne room, passing sobbing women and dead men, some men still thrusting atop girls and women alike. When they came into the throne room, she was sat down and shoved away from the man who had carried her and turned to face a man that looked like a leader. She swallowed, stepping back.

"Don't you dare touch me you sniveling bastard," she hissed.