Chains of Gossamer ~ Ashiaka & AlureNova

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina sighed, running her hand through her mid-back length white hair. This rune just wasn't working and she wasn't entirely sure why. With a frustrated huff, the sorceress stands, knocking her chair over. Approaching the third story balcony, she leans against the door, observing the city she claims as home, hoping to cool her temper.

Xeria, a kingdom that was once little more than a speck of dirt compared to the majesty of Benova. Dirt hovels as far as the eye could see, withering crops, and a crumbling castle. It was truly a pathetic site. But to set eyes upon it now, one would never suspect such a grand realm had such... humble beginnings. Paved roads, architecturally sound buildings made of timber and stone, grand gardens and productive farms, and a lavish, yet not ostentatious, castle. No, one would never believe such a change could occur so quickly.

It had, however, and the neighboring kingdoms had noticed, and were quite baffled. How could such a poor realm go from rags to riches in less than a decade?

Seraphina couldn't help but smirk at the thought. It was her doing, her that brought life to the dying sovereignty. She had immediately sought out the destitute king after her Ascension. For if she, a young, recently ascended sorceress, could bring life to such a sorry country, well... it prove her strength in the very patriarchal society of magi.

Closing her eyes, the the young woman recalled the day she informed the Council it was her doing. They had laughed at her. And when she had provided evidence, they had stricken her from the society. For they could not have a young sorceress accredited with such success, for it was unthinkable, blasphemous.

Seraphina growled low in her throat, pale gold eyes blazing with magic as she threw a wave of flame at her desk, her rage getting the best of her. Rubbing her temples, she waved her hand at the flames, dousing them.

"So much for calming my temper," She mutters softly to herself. As she decides to return to her runes, a commotion from below catches her ear. Heading to onto her balcony, she leans over the railing, hearing the angry calls of the citizens. Tilting her head slightly, the sorceress recalls the king mentioning something about capturing warriors from a neighboring kingdom after a brief battle.

Taking a moment to deliberate, she decides that even a barbaric hanging would be preferred over stewing in her own frustration. With the decision made, Seraphina makes her way to the entrance hall, grabbing her staff, garnished with gold and mystic symbols to signify who she was to the citizen, and made her way to the crowd.

 

[Sarah]

Kira was one of the few female knights in her kingdom, her strength and absolute determination had propelled her far past what people had expected and into the ranks of the honorable and legendary knights of the Kingdom of Roanoc. They had always been known as the most powerful and well-trained knights in the lands and among them Kira was known as one of the most skilled. So she had made a name for herself and thus had been sent with a unit to investigate and take action against a kingdom that had been said to rise up in a short among of time. She had essentially been sent to crush the kingdom, to take them out before they could become competition and that had been what she had attempted to do.

Little did she know that the kingdom they had believed to be rising up had already become more formidable than her forces could take and what should have been an easy battle was a complete loss and her men were demolished. Many of them even ended up being captured and among those was Kira herself, the beautiful knight tossed into a cell of her own and given nothing from basic courtesy to the honor she deserved as a knight. It seemed that while the kingdom had risen up in standing and power that they were still barbarians, which was further proven the next morning when they proclaimed the execution of her and her men.

It was devastating really, she had expected an easy victory against them and now she was sentenced to death. "Bastards..." She muttered, growling as men approached her cell that morning with shackles. She fought but she was weak, a few injuries still fresh on her otherwise flawless porcelain flesh, and they eventually got her in the shackles. That didn't stop her but she was dragged out of the castle and down the street, the rest of her men walking behind with their heads down, resigned to her fate. Kira would not give up however and her spirited blue eyes shone bright as she tugged and snapped at the men holding her, many of them still remembering her fury on the battlefield and flinching with each sudden movement.

They weren't about to stop though and she found herself being dragged onto the wooden platform, an executioner with a large chinked ax waiting for her. She was still snarling however, her black hair wild, strands across her beautiful hate filled face. "Cowards! Barbarians! This is how you treat prisoners of war?! I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, you have been given all of this without being taught how to act and be humble!" She snarled again, being forced to her knees and looking up at the executioner, "Come on, show everyone what kind of a man you are and finish me off!" Without him saying anything he lifted the ax up and prepared himself, waiting for those leading her to slam her head down onto the wooden block, holding her down as best they could as the crowd cheered around them.

The crowd was going crazy, waiting to see the female knight killed, many of them just loving to watch enemies die but some being plain sexist, their culture still primitive, they believed women couldn't be warriors. As much as she seemed barbaric in her own way, Kira's constant shouting and rage filled struggle, but something about her was elegant and refined, beautiful to a point that was undeniable.

 

[Ashiaka]

The crowd parted for the sorceress as she made her way to the City Square. As she arrived, she noticed that instead of a hanging, as she had assumed, it was to be a beheading. Warriors were to be executed, Seraphina deduces. A sign of respect from the King. The warriors from the other kingdom had impressed the Knights of Xeria and their King.

It is then she hears the sounds of struggling, and the voice of a woman screaming. Looking to her left, the sorceress sees that, at the head of a line of shackled men, is a women struggling against her captors, who surprisingly flinch, a fire burning in her eyes, her spirit ever so vibrant, even this close at Death's door. Seraphina observes the woman with piqued interest. Although almost feral, the knight had an air of elegance about her, as contradictory as it sounded. The sorceress could feel herself being pulled to the knight, for past the grime and dirt that caked her and her prisoner's garb, Seraphina could see the beauty of the brunette.

As the prisoner is brought to the platform, she hears the accusations the girl hurls, and feels herself snarl almost. Ha! The pompous woman thought her kingdom would act any better against such transgressions. The woman was apparently a patriotic fool. She ignored the crowds apparent hate for the woman and made her way forward. As the woman was forced to kneel, her head placed on the executioner's block, the sorceress uses a burst of magic to jump onto the platform.

As the execution rears his ax, ready to decapitate the knight, Seraphina intervenes. She places her staff against the shaft of the ax, belying the action of the executioner, who glances at her, before bowing his head and relaxing his stance. With the execution delayed, the white-haired woman crouches before the knight, and grabs her hair roughly, pulling it to make the woman's blue eyes connect with her own pale gold orbs. The crowd is totally silent as they watch the scene.

"Do you believe your country so noble as to spare a contingent of knights sent to crush them while they are considered weak? And for that matter, where is the 'honor and civility' in attacking a weaker nation?" Seraphina speaks coldly and calmly her voice a blade of sharpest metal in the silence.

"And do not be so naive that your citizens would not cheer at such a display in your own city," She continues with a snarl, and then brings her mouth to the knight's ear. "You should know that a beheading is a sign of respect in Xerian culture before you decry us, for it is less painful then a hanging," With that the sorceress tugs the hair of the woman painfully, waiting for the fiery retort she knows is coming.

 

[Sarah]

Kira had all but accepted that she was going to die, she wouldn't give up her struggle but it was doing nothing, she wasn't getting anywhere and the end was near. Then it all stopped, in a moment someone was up on the platform using magic, magic being the only reasonable explanation for what she had just witnessed, though she had never seen a magic user up close before. At first she was surprised but that soon changed to stunned, the beauty being the first thing that struck her, something about the woman making her heart skip a beat even in that situation. That didn't last long though, soon she found herself snarling at the words escaping her mouth, not to mention the manner in which she treated Kira, her hair being pulled unpleasant enough to get a cry of mixed pain and anger. She refrained from immediately yelling but the look on her face made it much more clear than any words could have, that defiant hate filled glare that would chill the spines of many who looked.

She brought up some good points, her kingdom wasn't completely without fault, the people would cheer and most likely those who went against them would be killed, but they treated prisoners with more respect, treated those who fought with pride some respect. Not only that but they attacked her city not because it was weak but because it was no longer weak and they couldn't afford to let it become a viable leader in the lands, someone who could potentially destroy them without hesitation. They had been wrong, she had found that out the hard way, found out that they had quickly become more powerful and there was nothing they could do about it any longer. Her soon to be execution was soon to be there, though she wasn't sure what was happening on that front with the woman currently standing beside her, the interruption was unexpected and it gave Kira a dangerous thing, hope.

"I do not believe my country is completely honorable, we are human but me being here is proof that our actions had foundation, that you were a nation that needed to be dealt with in order for us to survive..." Her own eyes glared into the other woman's a snarl plastered on her face as her beautiful features were twisted by anger. "And I am not naive, I know that my people would treat their prisoners with some degree of respect, unlike your people who tossed up in a cell and neglected any proper human needs." Then, doing as the beauty tugging her hair did she whispered back, her voice low and venomous. "And this is a sign of respect? That's laughable, it is humiliating and a sign of disrespect, though perhaps I'm simply ignorant of your culture. Regardless, not much of a death for a warrior... Being jeered at by the general populous, it's disgraceful is what it is... To me at least."

She was obviously unhappy about it and she snarled once more, knowing it would hurt but ripping her hair from the woman's grasp before looking up at her with a grin. "But be my guest, do whatever you believe to be the honorable thing in Xeria, have your oafish executioner lop off my head and be done with it for I promise you, my death will accomplish little and this jubilant atmosphere shown for such a grotesque spectacle will only become screaming and crying when soon it is your men and woman being paraded down these streets..." She had no confidence but nobody would know that to look at her, Kira seemed absolutely sure that her people would come and right the wrong when she was gone and that while she may have been captured and killed that it would be turned around soon enough and that the people cheering today would be those persecuted the next.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina watched as the anger returned full force with a smirk. Just as she expected, this woman was a fiery one. She also realized that the glare would have probably made anyone else chills, but it merely roused her interest even further. This woman was interesting, definitely something to be admired. She saw the woman's thoughts running overtime between her blue eyes. The sorceress also saw the distant glimmer of hope. Now that was curious...

The mage simply listened as the knight went on her own diatribe. Apparently the girl wasn't as naive as originally thought. Also not afraid to hurt herself to prove a point as she ripped her own hair out. She almost chuckled at the resilient woman. Her almost smile only finally showed itself at the false bravado. Ahhh, intimidation in the face of death? An interesting, but fruitless action. The others here may be fooled, but she wasn't. Almost everything in the brunette would say otherwise, but her eyes... Seraphina was close enough to see through the lie.

The sorceress thought for a moment, entertaining quite the outlandish thought. Without a word, she taps the restraints of the female prisoner, a glyph appearing there. With a wave of her staff, the chains tug upward, bringing the knight up. Continuing her silence, she walks away as the woman is tugged by an unseen chain. The crowd mutters and whispers around them as the part, baffled by the sorceress' actions.

"What is your name, knight?" Seraphina asks without glancing over her shoulder as they work their way past the crowd. She weaves her way through the streets without a care, leading them slowly but surely to the castle.

 

[Sarah]

The woman above her was frightening in a way, she seemed to see through everything and it made Kira nervous, not that she would let anyone know, most of all the woman standing next to her. Of course she couldn't keep a surprised expression from her face when she was suddenly being dragged up and then away, the woman taking her from where she was to be executed and through the crowd, a crowd just as speechless and confused as she was. Yet none of them said anything, it seemed she was someone of status among the people and even when dragging away a leader of an enemy army she wasn't even questioned. It was not a fact to be overlooked, especially by the knight who found herself being brought along by the woman, not when this mysterious woman had access to magic as well as an advantageous position.

It was only after they were well past the crowd that Kira had a revelation, that she remembered hearing about a sorceress, a rumor but something that seemed to be valid now. She swallowed hard, if those rumors were true she was in trouble because rumor had it that she was the reason behind the sudden growth of the nation she found herself stranded in. That meant she had power and with the both of them now heading towards the castle that didn't bode well for Kira. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves for what was to come, a slight fear of magic keeping her from struggling too much, not to mention a wish to not die, though she wasn't confident that what awaited her in the castle with the sorceress would be better than death. In fact there was a great chance that what awaited her was actually worse, that it would be some sort of torture or prolonged experimentation and those ideas sent shivers down even her brave spine.

Those ideas even led her to question, around the time they neared the castle her voice rang out and it was as fiery and spirited as ever. "Where are you taking me... What happened to the 'honor' of beheading that I was to received?" Her voice was sarcastic and she snarled as she finished, not struggling against her bonds but making sure the woman knew she was unhappy with everything, especially the randomness of the woman's appearance. Of course she did more than question motives and ask sarcastic questions as they neared the castle, she began to look her supposed savior up and down, really getting a good look at the woman who had stopped her execution. She was gorgeous, from the curves to those beautiful eyes and even that long flowing white hair. It was gorgeous in the oddest of ways, mystical and grand like her magical nature and something that Kira was surprisingly attracted to.

Then she realized something, she had never answered the question and she soon found herself spitting it out, not wanting to make her angry and be thrown back to the blood hungry crowd, besides, she wanted to be a pain in her enemies ass but she didn't wish to die. "Names Kira... Though it is awfully rude to ask ones name without giving your own... Though perhaps my culture differs from yours in this way as well and I am again the mistaken one..." A smirk came to her face as she continued behind, swallowing hard as they reached the castle, her heart beating fast. Her spirited and powerful eyes stared at the sorceress at this point, attraction hidden behind heavy layers of anger, though some degree of curiosity still peaked through, wondering just why she had been led away from the chopping block, that little bit of hope she had once displayed already having grown due to the gesture.

 

[Ashiaka]

When the brunette ignored the question, Seraphina looked over her shoulder to examine the knight a little more closely. Before, she had taken a cursory glance, really more intent on the spirit and thoughts of the woman. Now, observing the girl on a more physical aspect, she could definitely see the knight for how beautiful she was, the woman was a sight to behold. Indisputably feminine, with a striking and graceful figure that possessed alluring curves, but within her an elegance and strength found in few. It was something that Seraphina felt herself undeniable drawn to. Seraphina couldn't keep the smirk from her face as she thought of the near future. Oh yes, she was most definitely going to enjoy the knight's company.

Glancing at gorgeous blue eyes, the sorceress' smirk softens somewhat. She sees recognition in there, a vague understanding of was leading her towards the castle. As well as seeing the slight fear of what was going to happen, but also the hope. Returning her gaze forward, the woman contemplates her actions. She doesn't particularly knows what came over her. However, every fiber of her being had told her to take the girl, to claim her. Which was why she was heading towards the castle. She was going to inform King Eida, but it was more a formality than anything. She knew she'd be granted her wish. The King was too afraid to upset the mage to do anything else.

Lost in her thoughts, Seraphina almost misses when the knight speaks up. Although the woman hadn't struggled since being lead away, her voice let the sorceress know that she wasn't being compliant because of any sort of positive feelings. The woman can't help but chuckle at the gallantry.

"Now now, I never said being beheaded was an honor, just a sign of respect. There is a difference," Seraphina says with a purposefully condescending tone. The other woman's ire was quite entertaining, truth be told. "Secondly, I would assume it's fairly obvious where I'm taking you," She glances over her shoulder at the woman, "Unless of course you're not as intelligent as you look," the sorceress continues with a mocking grin thrown in the knights direction. She quickly notices, however, that the woman is looking her up and down. The grin quickly becomes a smirk. Apparently the attraction was mutual. This was most definitely going to be interesting.

Eyes forward once more, Seraphina takes a moment savor the woman's name in her mind. Kira. Seraphina decides that she likes how the name sounds. It is simple, but strong. Fitting the knight who she leads to the castle. She returns from her thoughts to reply.

"Well, I'm not sure you're truly in a position to be commenting on etiquette, are you?" The reply comes easily, without force or malice, just a simple rhetorical question. "Regardless, my name is Seraphina Silverlight," although, if I have my way, soon it'll be mistress to you... The sorceress continues in her mind, her smirk hidden.

"Do you have a last name, or is it just Kira?" She asks as she passes the guards and enters the castle uninhibited. They quickly make their way through the decorative halls, the witch easily maneuvering through the castle towards the throne room, keeping her companion close.

 

[Sarah]

Kira was flustered but she certainly wasn't stupid and the insinuation that she wasn't as intelligent as she first appeared irritated her. She began to think the woman holding her captive was doing that on purpose though and so she tried to remain more calm than she would have liked, gritting her teeth and growling ferociously instead of retorting back. She did however notice that the woman said as intelligent as she looked, implying that Kira gave off some sort of aura that hinted towards her mental capacity. It wasn't important but it did make her wonder just how much of her the sorceress could see at a glance, certainly more than a normal person would have been able to. Her curiosity was diminished when a particular grin caught her attention, a shiver running up her spine as her own level of insight caught a less than savory hint within the look, nervousness enveloping her as she considered the desire behind that look.

Besides, the woman was right about one thing, she was in no position to comment on etiquette, in fact she was in no position to do much of anything, even ask questions that struck her. So she just swallowed hard and waited to be informed on the questions she had, hoping that by the time she figured out certain answers it wasn't too late. Of course she wasn't left completely out in the dark, she was given a name and a very beautiful one at that, Seraphina, it was gorgeous and like the rest of her was a bit mystical in nature and she had a feeling it would be sweet to the tongue, though she refused to use it aloud, at least not at that moment. She instead gave it a snark turn of the nose just to piss the woman off, not something so aggressive it could come back to bite her in the ass but just enough to irk the woman as she seemed to be trying to do to Kira.

If not for the questions and conversation, if the exchange between the two could be considered actual conversation, she would have been much more nervous about her destination. She was using the thought and talk to keep her mind off things and when she was asked her last name that helped to quell her nerves as they entered inside the castle. She was hesitant to answer, however she soon buckled and spoke, hoping it wouldn't be recognized by the sorceress as the daughter of a noble in her kingdom, not a wealthy one, in fact they were quite poor, but the name had value. "Kira Vivaldi." She took a deep breath, waiting to see if the woman knew the family name or not. She wasn't sure what that would change, it shouldn't change anything really, but to some people the name meant more than money and itself could fetch a high price, especially among certain unyielding circles. Of course there was a large chance the woman wouldn't know but it was still a concern of hers.

More than anything she was worried about what would happen to her inside the castle, nothing had happened so far as it seemed Seraphina knew her way around and nobody dared stop her. It was comforting in one regard but dangerous in the other, the idea that the woman who had found fit to save her life and thus claim it was truly powerful enough to stroll into a king's castle without giving a damn. Not only that she was getting bows and frightful looks, people seemed more respectful to her than she had seen any man be to a woman when sex wasn't involved. It was making her even more nervous but she tried to keep her calm, walking behind the woman and looking around as they went, taking note of how extravegant the decorated halls were, it seemed they truly had it all, quick advancement and riches beyond measure. "Why did you save me, what do you have planned?" She finally asked, hoping it wasn't horrible and wanting answers before she was taken by surprise.

 

[Ashiaka]

The sorceress nodded to the knights the bowed to her, and gave friendly smile to the servants they based on the way to the throne room. She was fortunate, really. The whole kingdom knew who was responsible for their prosperity. While many of the male citizens at first had been... rather ungrateful, Seraphina had quickly remedied that with certain passive aggressive methods. Now, she was almost treated like a queen might be treated by the majority of the realm. They parted for her, bowed to her, thanked her, obeyed her, and was given the respect she deserved, an oddity considering her sex and station. She never abused it though. She knew what happened to those with power that abused it. She would not make such a mistake.

Turning into the antechamber to the King's Throne Room, she turns around to face Kira before the door. Gold eyes taken in the prisoner's form, noticing the slight nervousness she seemed to radiate. She wondered it if was because she had revealed her last name. Rolling the name around in her mind, it seemed familiar, but just out of reach. On the tip of her tongue. It seemed that Kira was almost reluctant to release the information. So she was either ashamed of her name, and of someone possibly recognizing it, or was afraid for me to recognize it for an entirely different reason. Which would imply a deeper meaning behind the name regardless. Leaning her weight on one leg, she examines the knight again. Chestnut locks, blue eyes, alabaster skin, sharp features. Beautiful, but nothing unique enough to make a ready comparison and link to anything she could conjure in her minds eye.

"Vivaldi... I vaguely recall the name..." She speaks, mostly to herself, looking off to her right at nothing in particular. Shaking her head, white strands flow gently from side to side. "Regardless, it is not important currently. It will come back with time, I'm sure." Attention back on the chained woman, she can't help but smirk as she contemplates whether to answer her second question. Giving Kira a once over again, her eyes darken with desire. Locking eyes with the knight, she gives her a wink before turning on her heel.

"You'll find out in a moment," She answers simply before tapping the large doors with her staff, causing them to swing open. The sorceress confidently strides into the Throne Room, where the king is currently whispering with an adviser, most likely. When he notices her, he waves his hand at the man, letting him know the conversation is over. As Seraphina approaches the throne, she halts and kneels, showing proper respect to the king. As she does, Kira is also forced to kneel by her chains.

"Seraphina, what might I ask are you doing with the Roanoc prisoner?" The king asks calmly, seemingly unperturbed. The sorceress can't help the grin that takes over her features as she stands to meet the king's gaze.

"King Eida, I've come to humbly request that this prisoner be released into my custody," The witch says simply, causing the king's eyebrows to rise in curiosity.

"And for what reason do you make such a request?" Eida inquires. He hardly received requests from the sorceress, she merely didn't refuse what he offered. So this was quite odd.

"Personal reasons, your Highness. The woman intrigues me," His his answer, and the tone of voice lets him know that he'll get no more out of her. He entertains the idea of refusing her for merely a moment, before nodding his head in consent.

"I'll trust you to keep her in check," The answer given. The woman is now hers.

 

[Sarah]

The respect Seraphina was shown had surprised Kira at first but she quickly became use to it, having already realized what kind of woman the sorceress was. She knew she was in trouble, it was impossible to resist someone as strong and as respected as this woman seemed to be. Of course she didn't think that in terms of personal resistance but escaping or managing to slip away was going to be next to impossible. It would be something she would have to keep her eyes out for so she could take advantage of any opportunity that presented itself. Her thoughts of escape would have to wait though, she was currently too weak and still a bit injured from battle and that would not aid in her efforts to get out of her current situation, if that was even a possibility. The thought of being too weak brought all the pains and injuries to the forefront of her mind and she took a deep breath to try and shove them down again, throbbing muscles and the stinging pain of cuts and some moderate injuries being too difficult to completely ignore and she just had to endure it.

That wasn't important anyways, not nearly as important as the possibility of the sorceress knowing who she was, the name Vivaldi having some degree of fame to it. She swallowed hard, glad the woman didn't remember and hoping it would stay that way, though she wasn't very confident that it would, her luck just hadn't been that good recently. There was still more pressing matters, such as them entering the throne room, the true proof of who Seraphina was, her being able to stroll in front of the king without hesitation. It made the knight nervous and she did her best to keep herself out of it, averting her gaze from the king and leaving the observing to her hearing, listening to each word said carefully.

It seemed Seraphina was allowed to do whatever she wanted, her answer to the King's question being vague and still being accepted. It was baffling, in a matter of moments, without any fight or real curiosity, the King had given her to the sorceress. It was only then that she looked up, a bit of fear in her eyes as she looked at the woman who now essentially owned her. She began wondering more than ever what was going to be done to her, if perhaps the reason the King agreed was because it was something horrific, though she was hoping that was not the case, especially when he told the woman to keep Kira in line, that had to mean she wouldn't be killed or imprisoned again. However, as curious as she was she was also hesitant, not wanting to say much in the presence of the King and not wanting to push the sorceress too far, angering someone who was powerful and now officially her captor being a stupid thing indeed.

The girl began to think about what had happened before she left on her mission, how she had dinner with her men and promised them that they would return victorious and feast together again. Then she thought about her parents, her sister, and even a few friends who hadn't been sent along with her for the invasion. They were all so far from her reach now, she was trapped and it was starting to feel hopeless even before she figured out the entirety of the situation. She did however saw something, just a bit but it was enough to get her worries across. "So... What is going to happen now?" Her voice was low, barely audible as she looked towards the woman but still not looking towards the King. She highly doubted it but there was a chance he would recognize her, as while they had never actually met they had been to some of the same events in the past and it would spell disaster if he found out as well.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina bowed the King with a flourish. Though she had no doubt her wish would be granted, she was grateful the king had not questioned her reasons thoroughly. Sensing the encounter over, another of the Kings advisors came forward to speak with him as the sorceress turned. She ignored the question her newly acquired servant as she made her leisurely through the halls of the castle. Under pretense of observing the art adorned walls, she observed the knight. Her stance had softened, going from defiant and combative to demure and cautious. Apparently the meeting with the king had finally made her position clear; she was no longer the master of her fate. Yet, the witch couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t just that. It seemed the girl had tried to hide from Eida. She’d have to keep that information in mind, to scrutinize it further at a later date. As they exited the castle into the courtyard, the ivory haired woman took pity on the woman.

“Now you belong to me,” Seraphina informs her, nodding to the guards as they enter the city. The streets were still quite empty, and the din of the citizens in the distance. With no one to impede their progress, the duo made a steady pace through the city. “And the first thing that will occur is your bath. You stink, and are covered in filth. As you are, I would remiss to let you enter my home,” She continues quite bluntly. Subtlety was not a virtue that she possessed, nor did she really have any interest in it. It never seemed to lead to anything good.

Eventually, they approached a fenced off mansion. The walls were fairly simple, made of stone, but covered almost entirely by vegetation of some sort, vines and the like, which seemed to crawl over the top of the structure. The barred gate, which was wrought iron, was also completely covered with vegetation, so much so that one could scarcely peek through the foliage. The gate, however, apparently had no problem opening, although it might appear it would, as it swung open when they neared without any prompt and nary a sound. The sight revealed with the gate’s parting was a magnificent garden. Blossoms and herbs of an enormous variety were sprawled about, each within contained environment in which the flower would thrive. Trees and shrubbery were interspaced within the garden offering shade and garnish. And through it all ran a small creek. To even the simplest man, it would be obvious the place was rife with magic.

“Welcome to my abode,” The obviously accomplished botanist spoke as they entered the garden. The gate silently shut behind them as the duo made their way along a designated stone path. As they approach the elegant manor, the garden seems to halt gradually, creating about a six foot space between the garden and the mansion, which was present on all sides of the estate. Seraphina pauses, and gestures over to a structure. “Strip, and wait by the well. I shall bring the bathtub down for you to bathe,” The command is simple, neither harsh nor soft. As she enters her home, however, she pauses.

“You can try, if you wish,” She says, a smirk making its way to her features, “But I wouldn’t recommend it.” With that, the door closes behind her. Seraphina quickly makes her way to the second story of her simple, yet tastefully, decorated home. As she comes to her designated bathing room, she leans against the sill to watch the woman. Would Kira try to escape? Or would she listen to the command? The answer was not entirely known to the witch, and she was curious to find out.

 

[Sarah]

Kira had figured out a great deal from the meeting between the Sorceress and the King, she had a good deal of confirmations now and was not about to risk making a fatal mistake. However she did also find herself left in the dark, the sorceress apparently not in the mood to answer her question and making it difficult for the knight to stop her mind from racing to the rather horrifying ideas she had about what her purpose was going to be. Not that it mattered, Seraphina didn't need to tell her anything, no matter what happened she had little choice to refuse, in fact she had none as far as actual power was concerned. So she followed along in silence, her eyes surveying everything in her surroundings, watching and waiting for something she wasn't sure would be coming, not wanting to miss even the slightest opportunity to achieve some advantage that would help her later, once she had regained her strength. It wouldn't take long, a couple of days if she were taken care of properly, more if she was not.

She did stop looking around long enough to look at the Sorceress when she spoke though, her eyes falling on the woman as she said words the knight didn't like to hear. 'Now you belong to me'. That simple statement was horrifying to a degree and while it didn't show on Kira's face she was distraught over belonging to anyone, especially someone like Seraphina. Then the situation was suddenly disarmed, instead of some sinister plan the woman spoke of a bath and while it was not what she would have preferred to do immediately, her preference being heading back towards her home or escaping, it wasn't horrible either, in fact she needed a bath. Kira did stink, she had been fighting and then kept in a disgusting dungeon without basic privileges, not to mention there was a decent amount of blood caked on certain areas of her skin, parts not covered well enough by armor from the battle. She wouldn't mind getting all of that grime off of her body.

So she said nothing and instead just followed, not exactly pleased as she was led along but it was better than being in the dungeon or being dead. Of course when they approached her home she found herself rather astonished, the outside was quite overgrown and it kept the inside private. The inside was completely different, lush and beautiful, gardens all around and it was not all local, something allowed every plant to grow perfectly, only magic could explain it. She hid her surprise and how beautiful she found the garden, keeping her eyes straight ahead and doing her best to ignore everything around her, that was until the woman spoke again, this time giving her an order to strip and wait at the well. It seemed she would be bathing outside but what really got to her was the strip part. As a knight it shouldn't have bothered her but it did, she had always kept herself away from the other soldiers when bathing, the male ones at least and there were few female soldiers.

Of course she still didn't have a choice and what Seraphina said made it all the more clear that if she tried to escape right then she wouldn't make it far. That didn't stop her from considering it but she didn't do anything in the end, instead she just stood there, pacing about and trying to decide what to do. Part of her wanted to remain dressed, to keep the clothing on and refuse to take it off until Seraphina left, not knowing why but she didn't want to strip for her. In the end she did strip though, slowly removing the clothing and tossing it aside, her beautiful body finally being revealed. She was gorgeous, not too curvy but just right, a perfect perky pair of breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Then there was the rest of her, slim with a bit of muscle, her flesh fair despite how much time she spent in the sun, and a natural elegance that couldn't be dismissed even in her current state. With her body out in the open she just stood there, one arm covering her breasts and her other hand going down and covering her sex, a shyness to her that refused to just let it hang out, even if nobody was around or could see her through the foliage covered fence.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina smirks as she watchs the young knight strip. The woman was absolutely stunning sight to behold. Sadly though, the grime keeps her from truly appreciating the sight. The chuckle that bubbles from her throat can’t be suppressed, as she observes the prisoner cover herself. The girl didn’t seem to have even noticed that her chains had been removed, too absorbed in her own thoughts. Straightening, she turns to gaze at her bathtub. She’d formed it herself with geomancy, made form marble. Smooth, comfortable, and large, it was very luxurious bathtub. She hopes that it fits. Opening the window, she calls out to Kira, telling her to move. With that done, she levitates the bathtub, very carefully, out the window. Leaning over the sill, she keeps her eyes on it as she lightly sets the object on the ground next to the well.

“Start drawing the water and pouring it into the bathtub,” Seraphina commands, still leaning out her window. Retracting herself, she goes around her bathroom, grabbing some soaps and shampoo she made herself, as well as a towel. Wrapping the cleaning supplies in the towel, she made her way leisurely downstairs, giving the woman enough time to draw her own bath. She pauses, however, as she passes a mirror on the second floor hall. She takes a step back, and examines her appearance. Waist length unnatural silver hair, preternatural golden eyes, pale skin… She looks away, clenching her jaw, eyes closed. She can’t recall why she still has mirrors. She makes a mental note to remove them all. Maybe get Kira to do it…

She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues. She quickly exits the mansion to find Kira naked and covering herself once more, and the tub full of lukewarm water. The chuckle can’t be suppressed at the position. Setting the towel on the well’s rim, she removes the soap and shampoo, and turns to the bathtub. Closing her eyes in concentration, she places her hand in the water, and it quickly begins warm up, almost to slight bubbling before removing her hand. With that, she turns to Kira.

“I’m sure you can bath yourself?” Seraphina asks as she leans against the well, planning on enjoying the show.

 

[Sarah]

Kira only moved when Seraphina told her to, before that not wanting to move a single muscle and being off in a world of her own creation. Of course the levitating hunk of marble was enough to get her attention and so she didn't argue but that didn't mean she was happy having to move about without a shred of clothing to cover herself with. The bathtub was beautiful of course, absolutely exquisite and beyond even her imagination. Kira was raised rich and yet this level of beauty was not obtainable, not without a kings sum of gold. It was further proof of the power of her captor, the bathtub no doubt created with magic but being a clear symbol of wealth beyond that of a normal person. It made her a bit nervous really, if Seraphina had such an item there was no doubt she had many more vastly beautiful and expensive items, the boons of her craft, of magic, being easy to identify. It made her curious if perhaps there was opportunity for her while she was forced to be at the woman's side, that maybe she could learn something or find an item to help her escape and possibly even help her people to shut down the threats they suffered. She would be keeping her eyes peeled.

Of course she couldn't gawk for long, Seraphina had asked her to fill the tub and that was what she did, ignoring the burning blush on her cheeks as she removed her hands from her private areas and getting to work. It didn't take long to fill up the tub and by the time it was done the sorceress had joined her, the woman having brought many items with her to aid in the cleaning process. Kira wasn't as intimidated as most would be by the amount of items brought forth, she lived in luxury and knew how bathing worked for people of status, smelling lovely being almost more important than actually being clean, and as long as you appeared to look nice nothing else mattered. That was just the way it was, status and appearance trumped everything else, that was one of the reasons she left her life of privilege and became a knight, to escape the falseness of it all and to actually do something other than sit around and attend worthless events.

Her teeth soon grit however, a scowl on her face as the sorceress looked at her with an all too pleased look if she could bathe herself. She could but she had a feeling it wasn't about her washing herself but about the woman watching her. It was a fear she hadn't considered, what if the woman had an interest in her body, she had never been with another woman but it wouldn't be the first time someone of the same sex had attempted to gain her for themselves. The only difference was that Seraphina already had her where she wanted her, whatever it was she decided to do would be next to impossible to resist, if she truly wanted it that was. Not to mention with her magic there were possibilities that the woman couldn't even consider and it sent a shiver down her spine. She would just have to hope that it wasn't what she thought, that idea that went through her mind feeling quite right though, her gut wrenching with that particular chance being up in the air.

"I can..." She finally said, her voice none too pleased. However she couldn't simply disobey, that would cause more trouble and all she had at the moment was a fleeting suspicion. So she stepped into the hot tub, submerging her body inside of it and letting it relax her, sore muscles and painful injuries being loosened and relaxed. Then, after a moment of enjoying it she got to work, not about to let her appreciation for the hot bath distract her from what she needed to do in order to get it over with. So she bathed, taking the soaps and rubbing them all along her body, the delicate contours looking all the more sexy as the lathered soap covered her, though she was keeping her back to Seraphina as best she could, preferring her beautiful ass be seen than her front. When that was done she moved on to her hair, dunking her head under the water and vigorously getting everything nasty out of it before lathering it up with the shampoo, washing it several time until it's luster returned and it shone the most gorgeous of colors.

And then, all in mere moments it seemed, she was back to her perfected state, a few bruises and injuries the only things keeping her from being absolutely perfect. Each curve of her body was now clear, the immaculate contours visible for the eye to see, the porcelain skin mouth watering. Her breasts were still faced away from the sorceress but as she got out of the bathtub enough of a peak was granted to see just how sexy and wonderful they were, not large but the perfect size for a handful and the perfect size for Kira's body. When she was out she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Seraphina, her smell changed to that of the fragrant soaps and her face completely clear of grime now. "May I get dressed now? Or do I have to freeze in the open air?"

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina smirks at the woman’s obvious displeasure of having to bath in front of her. She almost expects protest, but is pleasantly surprised when Kira simply steps into the tub. She watches as the warrior relaxes into the tub, obviously enjoying it. The sorceress had already deduced that Kira was of noble birth, so she isn’t surprised when the girl easily knows how to use the assortment of cleansing lotions. She is, however, disappointed for a moment as she realizes that the beautiful woman has postured herself so that her back is to the ivory haired woman. It is momentary, though, as lustful eyes take in the porcelain back, and delectable ass. And even how she cleans herself with the lotions arouses Seraphina, as Kira makes sure to clean every inch of her body. Her tongue swipes at her bottom lip as she feels her arousal begin to make itself know physically, nipples hardening under her tonic and her undergarments becoming slightly damp. She muses that she’s been without a companion in bed for almost a year now, and that would explain why she is so easily aroused by the sight of this woman.

The sorceress admires her servant’s hair, noticing how gorgeous it is after a good washing. The bruising and cuts are easily noticeable, however, on Kira’s porcelain skin. She absently thinks it odd for a warrior to be of pale skin, but dismisses it as she catches sight of the knight’s breasts. She almost has to suppress a moan at the teasing glimpse, combined with the rest of the gorgeous woman’s visage. Seraphina can say without a doubt that Kira is easily one of the most beautiful woman she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. The golden-eyed woman notices that Kira was keeping her back to her, and was speaking over her shoulder. The chuckle that escapes her lip is amused by the feeble defense of her modesty.

Ignoring her for now, the sorceress grabs a container from her right waist pouch as she approaches the nude woman, grabbing the wash cloth she brought with the towel as she passes it. She moves the bathtub a few feet away with a flick of her wrist. She then grasps firmly Kira’s right upper arm, bringing her around to face the witch. She pins the girl with a hard look.

“Before you say a word, I’m merely applying an ointment to your bruises and wounds,” She says without room for rebuttal. Once she’s sure the woman won’t interrupt her, she brings the hand with the wash cloth up to dry Kira’s left temple, where a slight cut can be seen. She stands on her tip toes with the pretense of the woman being taller than herself, brushing her chest against the other woman’s. She suppresses a smile, bringing up the container with her other hand, effectively wrapping her arm around the girl’s neck, and dabbing a dry corner of the wash cloth in the ointment. Gently applying the substance to the cut, Seraphina places the ointment back in her pouch. When she pulls away, she makes sure to let her other hand carefully breeze over the other woman’s skin. She continues like this, drying the skin around cuts and bruises then applying the ointment, all the while, making sure to lightly graze her bare hand across the naked woman, looking to elicit a response.

When she’s done, she drops the wash cloth in the tub, before grabbing the towel. She slips behind Kira, and wraps the towel around her, making sure to keep her hands in contact with the woman’s body, brushing against the brunette’s breasts, while her nose and lips grazed her neck. Holding the towel closed with one hand, she brushes the knight’s hair away from the back of her neck, and places her lips softy against the base of her neck.

Unknown to Kira, Seraphina concentrates as her lips stay connected to her skin, making sure to place a binding glyph onto her neck through her lips. Once she’s sure the glyph has been properly applied, she opens her mouth and sucks lightly, before giving it a little lick. She smirks as she takes in the woman’s reaction to her.

Stepping back suddenly, the sorceress begins to speak, “Follow me, I’ll lead you to where you’ll be staying from now on, and then we’ll find you some appropriate clothing,” Her voice is calm, collected, and doesn’t portray any of the sensuality she just exuded during the last few minutes. In truth, the young woman is heavily affected by her own actions, her arousal dangerously near breaking her resolve tease her new servant, instead of brutally taking her as her body so desires.

 

[Sarah]

Kira had been growing less trusting of Seraphina by the minute, the woman had very little reason to come and claim her, to save her, and the bit she did have didn't sit well with the knight. In fact it made her angry, disgusted her. She could see the glances she had already received, the compliments and the deliberate staring. She had a good damn idea about what the sorceress was thinking and now that she was forced to be naked and bathing herself right in front of the woman it put her on edge. It was so uncomfortable for her that it actually made her flinch when she was turned around, though the look on the woman's face kept her in place. Sure she was not quite okay with what was going on but that didn't change the fact that there was nothing she could do at the moment to stop it. In fact she was still hurt and Seraphina wasn't about to simply lose her magic, it was a complete disadvantage, one she had to merely deal with.

Luckily Seraphina wasn't going straight for the kill, she had a good reason to touch Kira and it was something she herself had been thinking. Her wounds needed to be treated. Of course she would have much preferred to do so herself, in privacy, but that didn't seem to be on the agenda. So she took a deep breath and nodded, not saying a word as various injuries began to be looked after, ointment going to the ones that needed it. She wasn't stupid however, Kira could feel the light traces of Seraphina's hand, the feeling of the woman's flesh against her own. As much as she despised it the feeling itself wasn't bad, in fact it felt quite nice, body contact. Kira's body reacted, her nipples grew slightly hard and her legs squeezed together out of reflex, a small blush even appeared on her cheeks and the discomfort was obvious. Kira didn't want the touches but her body couldn't help but react, a fact she was aware of and a fact that only made it more difficult to ignore.

Yet she stood there, to acknowledge it would be to admit her bodies reaction and the small bit of pleasure it derived from the actions. Instead of allowing Seraphina to win she took a deep breath and just watched, allowed her wounds to be treated and even for the sorceress to get behind her, a mistake. Soon she had arms around her, it seems to be to allow a towel to be wrapped around her but the feeling of those soft hands brushing against her firm breasts and the feeling of lips against the back of her neck tell her a different story. She doesn't move quite yet though, her body freezing up, the fearless knight faltering, dazed by what is being done to her. That is until the skin receives and light suckle and lick, the woman then spinning around with shocked eyes and taking several steps backwards, no fear present but definite dislike for what just happened. Of course in her mind a thought rose to the surface, it wasn't unpleasant because it didn't feel good, in fact it felt great, it was unpleasant because she wasn't in control, a feeling that Kira had never liked and never truly experienced before. As much as she claimed to not rely on her status it had always helped her stay above other people, she had her strengths to support it but she had never truly been on the helpless end of a person, until then.

"Y-Yes please do, I would like to put on something more appropriate as soon as possible." Her voice was a bit shaky but she calmed down quick and followed Seraphina at a distance, keeping some space between them after what had happened. She didn't mention it but it was all that was on her mind, so much so that as they began walking towards where she would be staying she paid no attention. Her mind was full of thoughts, most of which were not about how to escape, that was a plan she had yet to truly lay out and one that didn't seem as pressing as how it had felt. How it had felt to have the sorceress graze her skin, to have her kiss Kira's neck, to feel sensations beyond her usual level, above what she had experienced before. Because she was innocent in that regard, innocent and inexperienced with it came to other people and the relationships that gave pleasure. She had formed bonds but really when it came to sensual actions she was barely an adult.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina couldn’t help but feel satisfied at the knight’s reaction. Although the woman had valiantly stood her ground for the most part, it was obvious her body betrayed her. As the sorceress had applied the ointment and teased the brunette, she had noticed the natural bodily reactions of arousal. Hardened nipples, tensed legs to squeeze the thighs together, flushed face, and slightly increased heart rate. And when Kira froze when the ivory-haired woman had brushed against breasts and kissed her neck; that had been a sure sign that the attentions were getting to the woman. The best part had been when she had spun and retreated in reaction to her mouth’s actions. The look in her eyes… Her new servant had hated that for just a second, she had almost lost control of her body, which would only add insult to injury to the fact she currently had no control of her situation. It was obvious to her the warrior was not used to having control.

Heading through the tastefully decorated hall house, Seraphina notices that the woman following her seems to be lost in thought. Her eyes are glazed, and her gait stilted, almost. Interest piqued, the golden-eyed witch ponders on the reaction. Her body had responded like anyone else’s would have, physical reactions are hard to control after all, but the distance at which Kir followed, and the nearly lost look… The smirk returns as she glances back at the woman. If her deduction was correct, she’d get to take the innocence of the noblewoman, something that she only finds that much more arousing.

Ascending the stairs, the sorceress ignores the mirror, and stops at the end of the hall, and opens the door across from her room. Gesturing inside, she waits for the brunette to enter before following her and closing the door. The room is fairly plain, a descent sized mattress unadorned, a large bureau, a bedside table with a candle on it, two windows on one wall facing the back of the estate, where even more of the garden could be seen. A full length mirror in the corner, and two other doors, one to a closet, and another to a balcony overlooking another side of the estate and neutral blue walls; all and all, nice, but simple.

“This shall be your room. Directly across the hall is my room. Two doors down and on the right is the bathroom. For now that is all you need to know, we shall be touring the house soon,” Seraphina divulges, opening the closet and rifling through it. She grabs a white blouse and black trousers, examining them a moment before tossing them at Kira. “Those should do for now. Tomorrow we shall go shopping for more appropriate attire for your new career,” She finishes with a smirk, before taking a set on the bed, crossing her legs at the knee. “Oh, and do not fret about undergarments, you shall no longer be needing them while in my service.” Placing her hands on her knees, she patient waits for the brunette to begin changing.

“So, I believe you should know a few things. Well, more like one thing in particular. When I kissed your neck, I placed a seal of binding upon you. This seal does many things, not the least of which keeps you from harming myself. However, it also keeps you from stepping foot outside my estate without my express permission, or my accompaniment. If I do give you permission to leave my estate, you’ll still lack the ability to leave the city. It in no way inhibits your free will, however. It merely prevents you from passing breaching pre-assigned barriers,” The sorceress informs her, and decides to pause for a moment, deciding to observe the blue-eyed woman’s reaction to the information. Depending on the woman’s reaction, a punishment might be in order, she though, with a suppressed smirk.

 

[Sarah]

Kira was incredibly uncomfortable in her current predicament and after what Seraphina had just done it wasn't easy for her to recover. To make things worse the discomfort and lack of focus was making her miss key observations that could help her to escape when the time came, though she did notice there was not a single other person the entire way to her room. That was good for her but she wondered if perhaps the sorceress lived in the large home all alone, if so it was rather sad and she couldn't help but wonder why. It wasn't as if she seemed terribly opposed to the idea, Kira was being dragged inside after all, it was just strange. It was probably not the truth, there were probably servants around or maybe it was true and magic kept the place looking nice. Whatever the case it was one of the few things she did notice on the way to the room that was being assigned to her. If only she had been watching the windows, how far she would have to move from where he room was going to be and the gate.

None of that would matter until she healed up and even being healed wouldn't matter until she found out how to counteract the magic that opened the gate up. She would figure something out. For the meantime she had to look at her new room. It was a nice room but with Kira being from noble origins it wasn't anything special, in fact it seemed rather plain. She wouldn't complain however, she needed a bed to sleep on in order to fully recover and she didn't plan on staying long enough for furniture to mean a damn thing. She wasn't thrilled that it was across the hall from Seraphina's room but she would deal with it. Besides she was finally given some clothing and that was what she had been looking most forward to, something to actually cover her body with. So she grabbed the blouse and trousers and slid into them quickly, an angered look on her face since it had taken so long, but one that soon disappeared with something hiding her bare flesh from the sorceress who had made the shady intentions more than clear.

Her eyes narrowed soon enough though and she looked at Seraphina with a mix of hatred and fear, the mark on her neck complicated things. "You what..." Her voice was seething and he took a long deep breath to calm herself before she did something stupid. "Whatever, I expected as much from a sorceress." She spat the words out and turned her back on the woman, moving over and checking out the bed. It was nice, definitely large enough for two and Kira would have a good night sleep on it. She reached out and touched the mattress, it was firm but the sheets were quite soft. At the moment she was trying to ignore Seraphina, she couldn't keep her anger in check easily and the best way for her to do so was to not look in the other woman's direction at all. That would keep her from getting angry or saying anything more to sour the atmosphere, though she truly wanted to turn around and give the other woman a piece of her mind.

Getting more upset wouldn't help, Kira was a smart enough woman to know escaping would be next to impossible, but if she angered the sorceress it would only become harder. In fact her best chance of escape would be to earn the other woman's trust, not that it would be easy but if it came down to it Kira was sure she could earn the trust of a loner like Seraphina. She had always been able to make others rely on her, to trust that she would do what needed to be done and not betray their trust. For the most part that was correct but with Seraphina that wasn't going to be the case, Kira had no plans on remaining a captive, not if she could help it that was. Yet making an effort not to appear totally rebellious she turned around, looking at Seraphina with a slight hint of her still residing anger in her eyes. "I suppose there is nothing else that can be done though... What else should I expect being in your home... Anything dire that needs to be remembered aside from me being a prisoner?" As much as she tried it really didn't come out friendly, it was nearly as venomous as her last words in a way.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina suppresses her smirk as she observes the reaction she had prodded for. Although restrained, it is obvious that Kira is extremely angry, livid one could say, at not only the lack of undergarments, but more so of the information of the seal. Her mood falters a second at the spiteful words about her expectations from a sorceress. Her mood returns a moment later, however. The knight obviously expected it, and who was she to prove her perceptions wrong?

As the brunette finishes her little triad, Seraphina makes sure to glare at the woman. With a flick of her wrists, a crushing force bares down on the athletic woman, bringing her to her hands and knees, unable to move a muscle, lest she fall flat. Standing, Seraphina smiles in satisfaction as Kira’s head is bowed by the weight, slowly walking over, she schools her face to anger. Crouching in front of Kira, she roughly grabs her gorgeous mane of hair, and pulls it back hard, making sure that the subdued woman’s full attention is on her.

“Now listen here, slave, you are mine. Everything you are, everything you’ve been, everything you will be, it all belongs to me now. Make no mistake about that. You’re no more than a piece of property in my eyes. If you persist in this disrespect, more methods of discipline will be brought down on your head. Is this understood?” She snarls, while in her thoughts congratulating herself on her acting.

The sorceress backs up and sits back on the bed. She lets Kira stew on the floor for a moment, regardless of her response, as she thinks on a suitable, but light, punishment. It was obvious that the Roanoc knight was not used to intimacy, and seemed especially opposed to homosexual intimacy, at least in Seraphina’s perspective it seemed as such. Hmmm, that was a thought. A smile alights the ivory-haired woman’s face as a suitable, and pleasurable punishment comes to mind. It was never too early to start training, after all…

“I’ve decided your punishment,” The mage tells the woman, waving a hand at her and releasing the gravity spell. She removes her tiara and earrings, setting them on the bed, before undoing her shoulder supported top, settling it on her lap. With those removed, she slips her undershirt off, revealing her bare chest. Her breasts are slightly smaller than Kira’s, but still ample and firm. Atop each pale mound is a pale pink nipple, about the size of a coin, not large, but not small.

“You can either pleasure me by worshipping breasts until I am satisfied,” She starts, gesturing to her chest with an almost predatory smile. “Or, you can receive a physical punishment in the form of a spanking, like that a child would receive, until your behind is so tender that you won’t be able to comfortably sit for the next week, and until you can sit without wincing, will go without any sort of clothing or modesty.” She leans back on her hands, a smirk upon her features.

It was going to be interesting watching Kira’s reaction to her choices. She’d orchestrated it so that Kira is more likely to choose the option she wants, but the woman had surprised her slightly before, and she still could. But she doubts it.

 

[Sarah]

Kira had expected a sorceress to be full of annoying tricks and spells, to play dirty to get her way, and she certainly wasn't wrong in that regard. She wasn't going to have en easy to escaping with that stupid seal and the annoying idea of being hold up in the sorceress' estate which would stop her from seeking outside help. Then further use of that damned magic soon forced Kira down to her hands and knees, her head bent down and her entire body struggling to stay in even that position. It didn't hurt but she couldn't even raise her head alone, if she was going to resist she needed to be able to move, though it seemed she was hopeless if she was targeted by that fucking magic. It really was making things so much more difficult, every time she got a thought of her being able to make it out she was hit with another dose of reality, how Seraphina could stop her with a flick of the wrist.

"Yours? I may be at your mercy but I am never going to be yours... Unless you want to use more of that magic to change my feelings towards yourself... So... Are you that disgusting and despicable?" She knew what was going on, Seraphina seemed intent on breaking her into admitting it by forcing her to do other things. That was clear to her now after being forced to strip and bathe and then the seal to keep her from running. She was being forceful, the hair pulling and the offered punishments were further proof of exactly what was on the sorceress' mind and Kira had to figure out what in the hell she was going to do, though she was beginning to feel hopeless. "Ha... Are you fucking kidding?" She knew the answer but she was tired of doing the stupid nice shit, she was nobility but she had an attitude and since it seemed being kind wasn't going to get her anything she was going to be herself, feisty and blunt.

There wasn't a third option however, she had to chose one and if she didn't she had a feeling something would be chosen for her. Neither was good however and she glared up at Seraphina. For a moment she thought that option two sounded better, it was a physical punishment and she was able to withstand a good deal of physical torment before she would break. However the idea of being in the nude was not a satisfying one, especially when just bathing had been difficult enough for her, and how Seraphina had been when her body was bare. So gritting her teeth she settled on the idea of the more disgusting punishment, it was shorter and would be over when she completed it, nothing afterwards, though she wasn't looking forward to it at all. "Fine!" She finally yelled, having to force the words from her mouth when she spoke them, not easily being able to make such a choice, for her this was a scenario worse than prison.

"I'll take option one... Just know I'm disgusted at the very thought." She wanted it to be clear how little she cared for the idea but at the same time she knew it would be the same whether she wanted to do it or not, that hating herself, Seraphina, and the act wouldn't change that she was going to do it. Part of her wanted to rebel further, to attack when she got the chance but she knew it wouldn't lead anywhere good. She knew that with magic that Seraphina could do absolutely anything to Kira that she wanted and that being thrown into another cell, being killed, even being let go were all slim to none, that if anything this woman would simply up her game in destroying Kira, a thought that was keeping her in line as much as a future chance to escape was. Besides, she didn't need any more pain, her body was still recovering as it was. "So come on... I want to get this disgusting act over with..." Her voice was low but venomous, Kira was having a tough time and it was obvious in her attitude.

 

[Ashiaka]

Seraphina’s lips quirk at the subdued knight’s words. She had expected as much. She suppresses the frown, however, about the comment of using magic to manipulate feelings. Although maybe nonsensical on her behalf, she absolutely detests such magic. Manipulating the physical was once thing, but manipulating emotions, thoughts, the victim is no longer a human, but a living puppet, in her eyes at least. She always had to resist the urge to challenge the archmages to duels when she’d see these living puppets following them around. Something about it just… She shakes the thoughts away. Her thoughts are distracted, thankfully, when Kira asks her question, rhetorical or not, it amuses her.

Seraphina leans back and observes the conflict on the brunette’s face as she decides what her punishment should be. Although it did not necessarily bring her pleasure, she is not a sadist, after all, it was most definitely an interesting predicament. A noble woman forced into slavery, and having to choose between two punishments, one humiliating, one disgusting, in her eyes at least, is most definitely fascinating to watch. A smirk appears upon her face as she hears Kira’s answer. She looks into those bright blue eyes, and sees the truth of her words, but also something else, beneath it, but she can’t place it.

Disregarding it, she can also tell the woman wants to attack her. She wonders if the woman even registered the fact that Seraphina explicated explained that the mark keeps her from passing through certain barriers, and one of those barriers exist etched into her own skin. Although it is slightly different, only actions meant to harm could not pass through the barrier around her. A specific clause, as otherwise the soon to be fulfilled punishment wouldn’t be possible.

Her eyebrow raises in amusement as Kira says something about getting it over with. Almost as if she expects Seraphina to come to her, and she almost laughs at that, but she does shake her head. Time to tease the girl.

“Well, if you’re so eager to get this over with, why are you not over here worshipping my breasts already? Unless of course my pose isn’t clear enough for you?” The silver haired woman says with mirth. She beckons the Roanoc knight with a crooked finger.
“Unless of course you’re nervous…” She teases, leaning back on the bed once more, “Just pleasure my breasts as you like your own pleasured,” Seraphina teases innocently. She has the feeling that Kira has never had the pleasure of having her breasts pleasured, so she keeps her teasing smirk hidden. For a moment.

“Unless,” She trails off, tilting her head, a teasing lilt to her voice, “You’ve never been pleasured?”