The village had been collateral damage—a necessary evil if Klaus was going to obtain the crown that he knew he deserved. His army was legend, known as the hybrid due to the unique blending of military tactics that they employed on the battlefield.
As an expert of destruction the monstrous Viking loved a challenge, however this particular village had provided none. Klaus's reputation preceded him and within moments of his arrival the men ran as far as they could, some with their wives and children, but most fled simply to save themselves. Some of the villagers had hidden, some decided to try their hand at bargaining, but only one fought—a girl that belonged to the name of Caroline.
Being the gentleman that he was, the Viking had always ordered his men to never kill a woman, saying that if it were necessary that he himself would make the final call. So as Klaus's men overpowered the female warrior, she fell prisoner to the most ruthless gentleman to ever invade England.
As smoke from the burning village filled the air, a sense of celebration broke out among Klaus's men; it was time to split the spoils. Some jewelry, silver, and gems, were laid out on a tattered rag, but none of these trivial items appealed to the leader of the group. Instead Klaus made his way to a tent where the obvious sounds of a struggle were coming from.
The blonde's eyes grew wide when he entered the room, and she began to thrash even more violently against the restraints that were meant to hold her still.
"Let. Me. Go. You have no right." She screeched at the Viking
Klaus just chucked at her demand—this girl truly was exquisite.
"I have every right, you should feel yourself lucky to have a temperate man such as myself come to your rescue." As he spoke his tone clearly conveyed just how much he was enjoying the situation.
"Watching my home burn to the ground is hardly ideal." The blonde spat out, venom dripping from every syllable she uttered.
Klaus's smile grew even wider. This girl was delightful, despite the damage she had caused his men he still wanted her around.
"Tell me your name, love." He said, even though he already knew the answer. Klaus wanted this girl to be willingly his, and if that meant playing a few games and exchanging pleasantries, then so be it.
"A name is something you earn." The blonde was in no mood to entertain whatever perverse fantasy she imagined her captor had playing out in his head at the moment.
"Then please enlighten me, how can I acquit myself?"
"Release me, allow me to find what is left of my home." Caroline said simply, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.
"Now why would I do that?" Klaus asked, "I conquered your village and you are my prize, a victor never gives up his spoils." Klaus's voice had a taunting edge to it that drove chills up Caroline's spine.
It was then that the pure hopelessness of the situation sunk in—her village lie in ruins and more than likely her virtue would be soon to follow suit.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, completely revolted by the presence of the man in front of her.
"All of you. Your devotion. Your body. Your loyalty." His voice held a sort of finality, as though he would not accept anything less than what he had just demanded.
"I am not an object," Caroline said, enraged by his arrogance. "I am not something that can be won or lost, and you cannot use me as you please." Something in the back of her mind told Caroline that this wasn't exactly true. The man before her probably had no problem with taking whatever—whomever—he wanted.
"My apologies love, you seem to be under the impression that I was going to give you a choice." Klaus said, confirming Caroline's suspicions.
The girl's mind started to fly to all of the horrible things that she heard a man could do to a woman, causing Caroline's heart to race and for her to once again thrash against the bondages that were now cutting into her circulation.
"Don't worry sweetheart." Klaus said, his voice softer, almost soothing, "All in good time, I won't take you until you are ready, but when I do I can assure you that the screams you utter will not be due to un-want.
The blonde's face grew hot at his words.
"You—" Caroline began but Klaus cut her off.
"Let me tell you how things are going to be little warrior. You and I will be spending a lot of time with one another over the next couple of months. You will be entirely dependent on me, that is not to say that you wont find pleasure in the experience if you so—" Now it was Caroline's turn to interrupt him.
"You are a disgusting, revolting, repulsive—"
"Love, if you interrupt me again I may have to rethink just how easy your stay here is going to be." Klaus said, no longer dealing with her nonsense. "I am a conqueror and a collector. When one comes across true beauty, such as what you seem to posses, they never let that treasure go. Do I make myself clear?"
Klaus extended a hand to wipe a golden curl out of her face. He leaned closer to her, and Caroline could feel his breath hot against her neck.
"Never forget, you are mine Caroline." He whispered into her ear.
With that he walked out of the tent, leaving Caroline with only her thoughts to keep her company.