Hello readers:)
I felt like writing an Attila fanfiction. So here it is. I wrote this chapter in 30 minutes, so if there's any mistake, sorry. ;)
Enjoy,
Kaya
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Attila, the great king of the Huns, was sitting in his bedchambers, watching over his kingdom through the open windows. Two kings from distant lands were to arrive that day. They would offer him richness and jewel to keep their people from harms way, from the war, from his army. None of the kings who came to see him in the past year had had enough to keep him at bay. What would they try this time to keep their countries safe from his war?
-"Great king?" Came Orestes' voice from behind him
-"What is it?" Attila asked in annoyance
-"The caravan is arriving. King Altekar and Sakar have each brought fifty of their men and I think there is a woman with them…"
Attila frowned. Would they try again to give him one of their slave girls? He had enough of them already and it would certainly not keep him from invading their lands. The king nodded to his right hand man, who bowed and left.
Attila changed into his red attire, so he would look powerful and imposing, his breast plate and his boots. Once he was ready he descended to the main room of his huge house then outside, where his throne was hovering over his people. Down the stairs were his wives. They all bowed, some giggled at the sight of their king and lover. Attila for his part rolled his eyes and managed not to yawn. The kings who was about to lick his boots arrived at that moment. He noticed a carrier, decorated by many veils and ornaments. There were no slave girl in there, he was sure about it. But why would they bring a woman in such a perilous journey? If they wanted to kill him, as Ildico once tried, they would endure the pains to see their children die before their eyes.
The kings and their escorts stopped their march before the door of Attila's palace, almost at his feet. Orestes told them to bow before the great king of the Huns, it was insulting to them because they also were kings, but they knew better than to provoke Attila's patience. They began talking about the importance of peace between their people, that a war would lead them to nothing but pain and disgrace. Once again, all Attila wanted was to yawn at their face, but he didn't.
King Altekar advanced forward, a little to close to the Hun's king for Orestes' comfort. He was about to draw his sword, when Attila held a hand up and ask to the king to speak, before his men lost their temper and kills him. He had done nothing, but walk a bit closer to Attila to make sure he was the only one hearing what he had to say. Attila gave a nod to Orestes and their entered the great hall. Once they were only the four of them, the three kings and Orestes, they began talking again.
-"Your majesty, I have come to give you something very precious to my heart, in hope to stay in peace with the Huns." Altekar said, his brother, king Sakar nodding
-"And what would that be?" Attila smirked. "Slave? I have enough of them already. Richness? I have those as well."
-"I give you my friendship, along with my daughter's hand." Altekar answered, swallowing. "This alliance would be the best thing for both our countries. She was supposed to be my brother's wife, but I chose to give her to you instead. My army will join your at your call, but if you take my country by force, they will never obey you, they will rebel and you will lose many men. Think about it your majesty. My army is big, not as great as yours, of course, but together, they would be very powerful."
Sitting into his chair at the other end of the room, Attila thought about the possibilities. These kings were not giving him a slave girl to buy peace, but a wife, a princess. This alliance could be what he needed to finally invade Rome and with this princess at his side, Altekar and Sakar would never turn against him. Yes, it was a good idea now that he thought about it. But, he needed to see her before he gave any answer. With one look at Orestes, the man knew what his king wanted and told the two others.
With only two claps of his hands, Sakar called upon his slaves to bring the carrier. Attila observed as it was lowered to the ground. King Altekar went to the carrier and spread the curtains keeping the passenger hidden from everyone. He held a hand out, but no one took it.
-"Daughter!" Altekar growled and a figure finally appeared
A young woman emerged from the carrier, wearing the finest silk, embroidered with complicated patterns. Her face was veiled and so was her hair. Attila frowned at this. These people had strange traditions. They would barely cover their women's cleavage but they would not show their face? Though he found it strange, he found that mystery appealing. Standing, the Hun's king approached that mysterious girl. Her head was bowed and he could tell she had been crying, her veil being damped and clinging to her cheek bones. Her hands were joined before her but what made him frown, was that her wrists were bounded.
-"Why?" Attila asked simply, pointing at her hands
Altekar explained that he had to, she wasn't very cooperative when they placed her in the carrier. Attila turned to the young woman again. She was trembling violently now. He would keep her and if it reveal only to be an act and that she is in fact a slave they disguised, he would declare was to Altekar and Sakar's countries. He did not have to see her face, her form was pleasing enough.
Turning on his heels, he walked towards the stairs leading to his chamber, before telling Orestes to dismiss everyone over his shoulder.
-"I want the girl in my chamber at dusk tonight." He continued, they disappeared from their view, though he was still around, listening to what was happening
The princess turned to king Altekar, now crying freely.
-"Please father, I'm begging you, do not make me do this." She cried, falling to her knees in imploration
-"You will do as you are told!" The king barked
Orestes took the girl by the arm and dismissed the king. He led her to where she could bathe and change. Her fate was sealed, she was the property of Attila, the king of the Huns!
