I just had this in mind and it was bugging me, so ive written it down. It evens out my number of stories as well. I hope you like it =D

Chapter 1

I couldn't believe this was happening!

Well, to be quite honest- I thought it would.

But I'd rather die than see this happening.

How do you expect us mortals to win in a war in which the supposed ice prince is involved in? I thought venomously.

I mean seriously!

People worship him like he was the God or something, mortals and immortals both.

All that happened today was nothing but mere bloodshed.

I advised them not to do it but who would ever listen to me?

I was the caretaker of Amelia- the 13 year old princess.

I was a preacher, an adviser, a teacher, a friend.

I wonder where Amelia was right now.

I hope she was safe. I cared for her deeply.

A loud commanding voice took me out of my reverie.

"BOW DOWN!"

We did as commanded.

We were, after all, the prisoners of war.

Everyone bent down.

I, on the other hand, had no intentions on doing so.

Instead I squared my shoulders and held my head high.

"You deaf?" one of the generals spat.

"I kneel to no one" I spat back.

By this time the king, followed by the prince entered.

I couldn't believe all these solider were trembling with fear just by the presence of mere immortals.

Had Galactica- our home land- not taught them anything?

The prince as heard was very handsome and deadly. We knew he was an immortal who survived on human blood. He had blond hair and his eyes, well they were.. different than i imagined.. they were a combination of green, blue and gray. something surely i hadn't seen. They seemed to hold many deep buried secrets. He sure looked great.

He still wore his shinny silver armor ontop of a red outfit that he wore on the battlefield except now it was covered with a deep red robe.

He had a very British look and as far as I knew his accent was also British.

This war was to stop them from feeding on the people of Galactica.

Ofcourse we didn't stand a chance against them.

Especially if the prince decided to interfere.

"Reveal yourself!" commanded the king in a demanding voice.

Oh shit.

I hadn't thought about this part.

If it wasn't for the promise I made to Amelia I would've killed myself the minute we lost the war and wouldn't be here as a slave to the blood suckers.

My heart rate increased.

I'm sure the king- who looked extremely young- would've heard it.

As everyone took off their armors, I made no such move.

"I think she's deaf sire" spat the general he was so close to my face.

Smiling I grabbed him by his collar and said "Call me deaf one more time"

He looked taken back for a second but soon regained poise.

He held a hand up to stop the soldiers making their way to us.

He smiled and said "reveal yourself on our king's command or die"

Curse him. I couldn't die. I promised Amelia I would stay alive for her.

Reluctantly I slowly took the helmet off.

I heard a million gasps as locks of my auburn hair fell on my shoulders.

The general seemed shocked and stuttered "You-you're a w-woman"

"Are you blind?" I said venomously.

One of my soldiers said in shock "Lady Morgana? What are you doing here?"

I looked at them in disgust.

But before I could give a rude answer I was interrupted by the same general.

"Oh look, we have the princess." He came closer and held a lock of my hair in his hand twirling it. "The battlefield is no place for such a beautiful lady"

I pulled my hair away from his grasp saying "Keep your filthy hands to yourself"

He slapped me so hard across my face that my lip got a cut and blood flowed down.

I stood my ground as he carried on "Such arrogance and misbehavior.." he was about to slap me again when a voice behind him said "I think that's enough general Dalhousie"

I looked around him to see the prince speaking.

The general bowed slightly and got out of his way.

The prince stared at me for a moment, then turned around whispered something in the general's ear and started walking away.

"Well, take them away.." said the king.

A man roughly grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.

I hissed "Don't touch me!"

He let go immediately.

Times like this made me regret not having any witch genes which would prove that I had magical powers like my ancestors.

Following the line of atleast 13 prisoners of war we entered a dungeon.

There we were disarmed and we were stripped of our armor.

I was left with nothing but a dirty, muddy, half ripped dress that came till my knees.

Soon we were once again asked to form a line.

It was almost nightfall.

We all entered a field surrounded by men, half seemed drunk.

Please don't tell me this is the part where the prisoners of war are sold?

There were soo many men that I actually was scared.

As if reading my mind the same general from earlier grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.

"Alright everyone, here we have a female, a princess who is also a warrior." He laughed and pulled my hair back all the while I struggled but it didn't affect him one bit. "See this tattoo on her neck? It means that she's sworn herself as a priestess. She's a virgin" he howled the last part and everyone clapped.

He was right. I had sworn not to indulge in any activity that involved men before marriage.

He pulled my hair and I screamed at the pain it inflicted.

From the corner of my eye I saw my soldiers flinch but I knew they couldn't do anything.

"Let the bidding begin!"

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