Fairy Tale
Chapter 1
"That one is a bit, err, rotund. Next!" The King of Shentia sat in his high-backed throne quite comfortably. His callused and rough hands lay curved over the ends of the armrests. He managed to fill out the whole of the throne though he was not overweight, he was broad. A long red cape draped over his shoulders, legs and the arms of the throne. He sat watching as girl after girl was brought out to him in offer of marriage but, as is a King's prerogative, he was after the most stunning.
The next girl brought out was 13 years old. The small and frail figure trembled, as the King scrutinised her with his almost black eyes. He let out a laugh. His ageing face creased more so, as a demonic smile spread across his lips. His tanned complexion became like the ground, bare and cracked.
"Is she actually old enough to bear children?" he snorted.
"Well, your Majesty, she will be soon I'm sure", said the man who had led her into the tent. The fact that it was high topped added to the smallness of the girl.
"Shut-up man, get her out. Next!"
The little girl almost burst into tears of happiness as she was allowed to go free, back to her family. The girl after her was slightly older but not as pretty and so the King dismissed her, along with the following 46 girls. Only then, as he was about to give up, was it that Amalia was dragged into the room. A guard held each arm as she thrashed in their grip.
Another guard behind her hit her over the head and she slumped forward.
"Enough of that!" shouted the King. The guard who had hit Amalia backed away, ashamed. The King stepped down from the throne and onto the dusty ground. Slowly, he made his way to the unconscious girl. His hand went to her chin and grasped the soft contours of it. As he lifted her face, her long, silky dark brown hair, fell out of her face to reveal the most naturally beautiful girl the King had seen.
He smiled as he let go of her chin and ran his hand down her neck. The touch of her skin was so soft. His hand reached the base of her neck and started trembling, her chest went in and out as she breathed and it was all he could do to control his lust. His other hand reached for the dagger at his waist to cut the material of her orange dress. It was loose but clung in the right places. He ran the blade softly down her neck and it found the material. As it did so Amalia flicked her leg up and hit the King square in the face. The Guards both let go in shock.
Amalia turned to run out of the tent but another two guards blocked her way. She turned and ducked to dive under the bottom of the tent, but as a spear head landed in front of her face she realised her mistake and so stood up, planning to dart out somehow. Yet, as she stood up a large pair of hands grabbed her from behind. One hand went round her chest pinning her arms to her side and the other held a dagger to her neck.
"Well, I think you've proved yourself worthy of becoming part of my Harem", the King smiled as she breathed, terrified.
"I don't want to though. Your majesty", she spat. The guards raised their spears to her face and the King laughed.
"Lower your spears men, this is Harem number 31". Amalia struggled, but the King just reaffirmed the pressure of the blade on her neck and she was still. A tear ran down her face as she looked out the flap of the tent and saw her hope of freedom and happiness running away with the wind.