Broken Princess

Chapter 1: Fallen Kingdom

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognize from the Harry Potter series. Keep in mind that some of the places that they own I've made up unless you've heard them before.

Summery: Her kingdom was falling, so she did the only thing she could do. Surrender to him for protection, but what wanted was allegiance and for her to be his. Only his and no one else's; he is a cold man, but Princess Ginevra will soon learn that even the coldest person may have a heart.

Warnings: Au. Some smut. A lot of things that I'm still thinking on.


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Fallen Kingdom


It was troubling to Ginevra Molly Weasley to know that she had caused a lot of trouble during this great battle. She was the princess of a small part of England, called Barleno and never thought that anything like this could happen. All her kingdom and all her family stood for, was slowly falling, because of her and the battle.

Her father had died while riding is hoarse, after a flaming arrow came towards him. The death of King Arthur had taken a great toll on the people, but her oldest brother Bill took over. Days went by and many things happened, like the kidnapping of the new king and the capturing off all five of her other brothers, who were next to take the throne.

Ginevra heard that they were put into slavery around the country.

It was the 15th century and many of England's mighty kingdoms were beginning to fall, but she refused to let her kingdom fall; she promised her father and mother that she would not let it fall. Her mother was ill and couldn't do anything for herself, Ginevra could sense that she was heart broken from loosing half of her family; she was too, but she had to stay strong.

Months went by and letters from the most powerful nation came to her and she had to deal with it. She remembered the letter and its herald.

The Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy request that the Princess of Barleno agree to surrender to our fleets and we shall grant Barleno protection from on coming invaders.

That was only half of the letter, but those were the words that made her make her choice. Protection. They promised her protection for her people, not full allegiance to them. Ginevra was shocked when it happened earlier that day.

Flash back.

"My lady! My Lady..." Came the call of her most trusted advisor Timothy. He was a boy around her age, maybe a year older, but he was a handsome boy none the less, but he seemed to be more interested in men. Even thought that was found as a crime in her kingdom, Ginevra still kept him as her advisor. He came running through the doors leading into her throne room, his clothes slightly covered in dirt.

"My Lady," he said, as he came closer, bowing to her and looking at her. Ginevra sat down on her throne, her silver dress with a corset that was very tight and the large poof sticking out. Looking up from a book she was looking at; she nodded towards him and smiled slightly at him.

"Yes Timothy…is there something wrong? And what pray tell happened to your clothes?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. One of her servants came towards her and held out a small cushion. Reaching up towards her head; she took her tiara off and placed it on the cushion.

"My lady…the northern fleets…they are outside my lady…they are here and requesting to come inside," Timothy said, breathing heavily. Ginevra looked at him as if he were crazy.

"You have got to be jesting. Why would I allow them to come inside of my castle…are they not dirty?" She stood up and snapped her fingers. AS soon as she did this 5 of her servants came towards her and waited.

"Please bring me my tiara and my scarf," she said. The servants nodded and quickly went to fetch the princess' wishes. When they came back, they put them on her and stood back to let her walk down the stairs. Timothy held out his hand and helped her down the last stair before walking with her towards the main doors.

Ginevra stood before the fleet of men as they relaxed on the many statues on the outside of her castle. A disgusted look was on her face as she looked at the hundreds of men sitting around. She looked past the castle and towards the village and frowned, noticing that the villagers were starting to get worried.

"My lady I do not know which one is their prince, but they wanted…" Timothy stopped his whispering when he saw some man coming towards them. He had white blonde hair that hung over his broad shoulders. He looked like a man of revenge and honor, and yet he still looked like a cold man.

On his face he held a cold smirk as he gazed at Princess Ginevra with a look of want. Most people would've been unnerved by the look, but she held her ground and waited until he showed her the proper respect that she deserved.

The man stopped walking and raised his hand. All at once all the men threw down their swords and bowed down to her. Ginevra watched in amazement as this one man had the power to control all those men. She looked at Timothy and leaned towards his ear.

"This must be their commander, but where is their prince?" She asked him in a small voice. The man who stood before them smirked.

"I am the prince," he said, showing them his very white teeth. Ginevra looked at the man as if he were crazy and looked at Timothy, then back at the man who claimed to be the prince.

"You are Prince Draco?" She asked.

"Oui," he said using French. Ginevra raised an eyebrow and looked back at Timothy and smiled.

"You of course cannot be Prince Draco, for noble men do not bring themselves down to such a commoners work," she said in a scandalized tone. "So you of course cannot be the prince," she added.

He stared at her and tilted his head to the side.

"Really my lady?" He walked up the stairs and stood on the step right underneath the step she stood on. He ripped open his shirt and pulled it down to the side and showed her an image of a skull on the back of his shoulder.

Ginevra gasped and took a step back; her hand that was resting on Timothy's was now shaking.

"But…yo-you can't possibly be…that mark…is only for those of noble birth!"

"As I am of noble birth…now my lady, my men are tired and they want a hot bath and food I-"

"What is the meaning of this? This is my castle and I refuse to let you dirty men into-"

"The meaning is…that this is now my castle my lady," he said. Ginevra's mouth flew open to say something, but he continued. "When you agreed to surrender to me, you also agreed to pledge your allegiance to me. You are now under my command princess," he said as he gave her a mock bow.

She stood there staring at him, her hand now squeezing Timothy's; she couldn't believe what the prince was saying. He now owned her castle…but this was her castle and she wouldn't let them have it.

"I-"

"My lady you will speak…when you are spoken to, now my men are hungry and need baths is there some place where they can go?" He asked, getting angrier with her.

Ginevra looked out across the country and saw that now half of the village was watching what was happening. Lifting her other hand; she pointed her finger towards the left side of the castle.

"Over there my lord…is where my father's fleet stayed. It's big enough for all your men," her monotone reply to his question.

"And food?"

"I will have my servants make a meal for your men; it will be taken to them in their part of the castle." The prince nodded and turned around, walking towards a man that was leaning against the pillar on the side of the steps.

"My lady they cannot do this," came the small voice of her personal maid, Audrey. Ginevra looked at the brown skinned girl and looked down at the ground.

"We must...or…he might call an attack on all the people and take us by force," she said, to Audrey, looking back up and looking into the girls violet eyes. Audrey looked towards Prince Draco and bowed her head.

The men began to walk towards the place that the fleets stayed, leaving the prince and two other men. One with brown hair and piercing blue eyes; he was a built strong man like the prince. The other man was sort of built, handsome and not dirty like the rest of them.

"Now…princess, this is my comrade Blaise Zabini and my mentor Christopher Montello," he said, pointing to the two men. Ginevra nodded and looked at Timothy.

"This is my advisor and this is my personal servant," she said, nodding towards Audrey. Looking behind her; she saw that half of her maids had come out to watch.

"These are all my maids, but some are attending to your men…is there anything you desire my lord."

"Yes…I desire four things. One, a bath, two a place to stay in your castle for me and my men here," he said, referring to Blaise and Christopher. "And three we need some food," he said, smirking. Ginevra nodded and looked at him.

"I shall get you, your food…what is your fourth desire?" She asked, wanting to get back inside, the sun was going down and it was getting colder. Draco, walked up the steps and walked past her and her servants, Blaise and Christopher followed.

"He didn't tell you…and how rude…he has no manners," Audrey whispered, Timothy looked at Audrey and nodded his head in agreement. They turned around and followed him back into the castle, a frown falling upon Ginevra's face as she looked at the dirt he and Blaise were tracking in.

"Mona…please show Prince Draco and sir Blaise to the baths," she said. Three servants came away from the rest and bowed to Ginny before walking up the stairs. Draco gave Ginevra one last look before he and Blaise followed.

"My lord request that you and your maids wait in the great hall for him until he comes back to decide his fourth wish," Christopher said, bowing his head and following Blaise and Draco up the stairs.

End Flashback

So there she sat on her throne once again, waiting for the Prince to come down from his bath.

"This is preposterous my lady they cannot just seize an entire kingdom like this!" Timothy raged as he walked around the throne room.

"We have no other choice," Ginevra said, now on the verge of tears. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, leaning back against her chair. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, only to see Christopher walking in.

"My lady…I give to you Prince Draco of Lenago and Blaise duke of Levington," he said, bowing to her. Ginevra clenched her jaw, waiting for the prince to come out, looking worse then he ever did, but she was stunned when he walked out wearing long tight black breaches, which showed off his muscular legs. He wore a silver vest with a white long sleeved poet shirt underneath. His hair was pulled back into a small black ribbon.

Blaise wore almost the same thing, but he had on a forest green vest and white long sleeved shirt underneath. His hair wasn't long like Draco's so he stood there with his brown hair cleaned. Ginevra had to admit that she and all of her maids all thought that the men were going to be unattractive, but they were wrong.

"Ginevra-"

"That's my lady or your highness to you my lord," she snapped at him. Draco smirked and walked closer towards the throne.

"What you do not understand…'my lady' is that you have forgotten that I have one more wish," he said.

"And what is that," she asked. Draco walked up to the throne and stood in front of Ginevra. A few gasps were heard from the servants behind her. The princess herself was scandalized.

"You have no right to stand in front of me like this I am the princess," she said.

"Yes…you are and you shall become my bride."

"I will not!" She said, standing up and looking at the man. He was way taller then her and towered over her. He let out a small chuckle and raised his hand to grab her chin. Forcing her face to look at him; he smiled.

"Then you shall become my servant girl…my personal servant girl," he said, putting emphasis into it.

"You possibly cannot be serious…" She pulled away from him and looked around the throne to her advisor and then to her servant girls. The princess bit her lip and stood back some more, staring at him.

"I am serious. I guess you shall become my servant girl, now if you don't mind I would like to sit on my throne," Draco said, walking past Ginevra and sitting down on what use to be her throne. Raising a leg he rested it over the arm and waved his hand towards her.

"Are you going to fetch our food? Or shall I have to use some force?" He asked. Ginevra stared at him and then at her servants.

"Leave us," she said. They all nodded and quickly walked away from the throne and towards the door, leaving Blaise, Christopher, Audrey, and Timothy. Ginevra turned around and got on her knees, pushing some of her red hair away from her face. She bowed her head and looked back up at him.

"Please…I beg of you do not do this," she whispered, bringing herself closer to him. She rested her hands on his thighs and looked up at his face. "Please…I beg of you my lord," she said, she could feel the tears threatening to fall. "I will do anything," she whispered, not wanting to look at Mona or Timothy

Draco gave her a small smirk and put his hand under her chin. Bringing her face up; he rubbed her chin and smiled an evil grin.

"Oh believe me Ginevra. You will do anything," he murmured. "Now stand and leave us," he said. Ginevra's bottom lip tremble and she stood bowing her head.

"But-"

"Ginevra do as you are told and leave. Or I shall punish you?" She shook her head and turned around, holding unto her large dress. Walking out of the great hall; she turned to Timothy and bit her lip.

"My lady are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes…I'm fine. I need to tell mother," she whispered, walking up the stairs and leaving Timothy and Audrey alone.


Authors note: Do you like it? Not like it? I sort of don't know any of Medieval lingual, but I don't know…tell me what you think.