A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed Chapter 1! It meant a lot to me! I
didn't expect any reviews, so thank you! This will be a Dark fic,
considering I already know the ending. There might be a sequel. I'm not
sure. And yes I will explain how we get to here near the end of this
chapter. This was to be the last chapter before I left to go see a friend,
but I was working on detail and got overwhelmed. please forgive me. ^_^
Chapter 2: Part 1: Awake
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Ginny awoke feeling very different indeed. She'd yet to open her eyes, but her mind was awake. This was strange; she was lying on something very hard and was quite uncomfortable, and she felt like her breath was being strangled by something that was pulling in her stomach. Then, when she opened her eyes to the cold dungeon she was in, she looked around in the dim light. She was in a cell, black bars enclosing her to a small space.
Looking down at herself, she noticed she was wearing what looked to be a dress made during the Renaissance, the Medieval Era. She was quite confused. This felt very odd.
There was no one in the vicinity that she could see, and nothing in her cell. Though, she could tell there was a door, but it was padlocked and chained up.
Ginny also noticed that her ankles and hands felt raw, as did her neck. She looked at the said places and gasped. There were chains on her ankles and hands that connected to a wall about two feet away. She tried to stand up, with some difficulty, and tried to pull away from the wall, but instead only found herself three feet away and about to slip. This was also when she felt leather rubbing against her neck. She placed one hand on her neck.
What she discovered wasn't a pleasant idea for Ginny.
There was a collar tightly around her neck that didn't seem to want to come off. She pouted, sitting herself against the wall, trying to breath.
Ginny found that if she didn't sit straight up than her back would be pinched by whatever she was wearing. It seemed like what she had been told a corset was like.
Whatever was going on, Ginny didn't know. She seemed quite lost. She thought she was a witch, sixteen years old, went to Hogwarts, and had a family. However, currently it seemed she wasn't any of that, and didn't have any of that. She still felt the same, despite the corset pinching into her back, forcing her to sit up straight.
Her attention is moved from herself to a young man with dark blue eyes that were almost black, with midnight black hair that reached his ears in a messy but elegant way. The man wore tight black trousers and what looked to be a Medieval Prince's decorated top. Ginny absently wondered where she was.
However, she need not ask that question, for, the man turned politely to her, and a maid followed in behind him.
"Hello." The man's voice was oddly recognizable.
"Hello." Ginny replied.
"I brought you food, Princess Ginny of Wales." Spoke the man. He put a hand on the door to her cell, placing the key in, unlocking it, letting the maid in to place a tray of cheese, bread, a glass of water, and bread on the floor on the side of her cell. The maid exited without one word, shutting the door behind her and leaving the dungeons. The man locked the door again.
"Thank you." Ginny murmured still trying to decipher what was going on.
"Do you not recognize me? Have the chains been cutting away your memory?"
"I-I don't know you." Answered Ginny, frowning. He was recognizable; she just hadn't a clue to who he was.
"Liar. You know, of course, that I am the only Prince Blaize of England. You danced with me at numerous balls Princess Ginny." He said coming closer to the bars. He was twirling a stick in one hand.
"Prince of England? Princess of Wales? What year is it?" asked Ginny pulling herself up and finding the chains had fell from her hands and wrists, but the collar reminded as she moved closer to the bars.
"It's 1633, December 1st. Come closer Princess Ginny." He said and Ginny helplessly walked closer to the bars as he stepped right up to them, watching her.
1633? How could it be 1633? Ginny swore that she thought it was at least in the 1990's. How did this happen? Ginny frowned, confused. Her bottom lip turning her expression into a pout. Her cinnamon eyes glistened with the want to tear, she didn't like this. It didn't seem right to be in 1633, Princess of England, how did this happen? She didn't know.
Blaize sneered as he watched her helpless expression. "Ginny, look at me." He commanded.
Ginny looked up, swallowing, as she was pulled closer to the bars by some unknown force. Blaize lifted a hand and reached through the bars to touch her collar, before gripping it and pulling her to him. "You better get used to this Ginny, King Riddle won't like you resisting this or him. Neither will Prince Draco or Prince Darius. You should be thankful that you're the last heir of England, otherwise you'd find yourself dead."
Ginny almost screamed but found her mouth covered by Blaize's. He let go quickly, still holding her with ease through the bars. "Don't, scream. Unless you're so attached to me that you want to be kissed just so you keep your mouth closed like a good girl? Is that what you want, Ginny?"
Ginny shook her head no.
The dungeon door creaked open, and in walked the ivory haired angel. However, his face was not saintly as he was glaring heatedly at Blaize. "Let her go." He ordered.
(A/N: This next section is called 'Where's the Love?' probably because I'm listening to that song right now while I write, so, yeah. Go download it! It's by Black Eyed Pea's and Justin Timberlake. I think it's pretty, so yeah. ^_^)
Blaize let her go with a last painful tug on the collar. Ginny looked to Draco as she stepped back stumbling backwards as the chains attached themselves (with a flick of Blaize's wand) back onto Ginny's wrists and ankles.
She watched as Blaize left with an icy glare towards Draco.
This left Ginny quite alone with Draco, or should she call him Prince Draco? Ginny shrugged in her mind, it didn't matter to her.
"The chains and collar can control your actions if one of us wishes you to do something that your not." Said Draco in a nonchalant tone from his position across from her. He was currently leaning against the dungeon wall, watching her with emotionless gray eyes. Silvery sea's poured into orbs.
"Oh. Your. Dra.Prince Draco, right?" she asked curious but hesitant.
"Yes. As you should know Ginny." His voice dropped and he pushed himself off the wall, coming closer to the bars of her cell, but not touching them. "Ginny, you need to get out of here, soon, listen to me---"
Draco was cut off by the entrance of !Darius who was followed by an escort of knights. The knights were dragging what looked to be a fellow knight. Except, without his sword or armor. Ginny thought silently that he looked like Mordred.
They tossed Mordred in the cell beside her own and he was locked in chains, though no collar was wrapped around his tan neck. The knights departed, but Darius stayed.
"Draco, what are you doing down here? Supper is only in two hours with King Riddle. It's his first day back and your already showing disrespect by dirtying your fine clothes to converse with her." The way he said 'her' sent a chill up Ginny's spine.
Draco sent her a glance, his eyes soft as if trying to apologize as he turned on his heel and exited without a snide remark towards Darius.
"Dear Ginny, why are you conversing with my brother? He's not even truly loyal to King Riddle. And, when King Riddle rules all of England and Wales, he will pay if he resists."
Ginny stayed silent, biting her tongue to keep from insulting him. Was this a dream? She wondered absently.
She didn't notice Darius exit, despite the fact he slammed the dungeon door shut with a loud click. Must've been the guards locking the door. It was odd, Ginny thought, that there were no guards in the dungeon itself, only at its exits. Though, a pair came on patrol every half hour.
The prisoner that had brought in by Darius cleared his throat, watching Ginny. Ginny turned, still standing. "Yes?" she asked, her own throat dry she made her way to the tray and picked up the glass of water. She took a sip as the prisoner that resembled Mordred speak.
"Your highness, I have to inform you, since you seem as if you bumped your head and have forgotten. King Riddle is not a good man. Nay, he captured you from Wales. You are the only Princess, and heir of the royal family of Wales. He's using you to get King Edward III to give up Wales to England. You were here, in the Whitehall Castle of England to visit the Princes. Prince Blaize, Prince Darius, and Prince Draco. You need to escape, Princess. I know I wear the clothes for a knight of England, but in truth I am but a spy for the Kingdom of Wales. Princess, you need to get home, your life is in danger, as are your parents. Do you even remember your parents, or has King Riddle placed you under his spell as he did to your elder brother a few years ago?"
She tilted her head at him as she ate a few pieces of the cheese. "I see. And who are you?"
"I'm Mordred Riddle. However, I was not fit to be a Prince, so I became a knight. Though, when I betrayed England for Wales, I was sentenced to a life imprisonment and ten slashes a day." He answered, looking at the floor.
"Oh." She answered, without sympathy.
It seemed as Mordred was telling his story, neither of the two had noticed a lone figure enter the dungeons. Though Ginny did notice when the chains detached themselves from Ginny and she was free to pace throughout her cell in thought. Mordred gasped, and caught her attention. She looked him, with a unmoved expression on her face, she saw him staring at a shadow cast by the torches on the walls. She followed the shadow to its base, near her cell door, to find a dark haired man with deep blue eyes and a lean figure staring at her. She stepped back but found that was impossible, she felt a sharp pain through the collar and stepped forward and it eased.
"Well hello Virginia." Spoke the man. She recognized the voice. He looked like Blaize, but no, Blaize didn't sound like that. This man was from a long time ago in her memory. Maybe five or six years in the past. But, where had she seen him?
"Hello, your majesty." she answered, her head tilted to the floor.
When her eyes lifted from the ground, she noticed the man had a smirk on his pale face. His eyes gleamed as if through revenge. Though, she might have imagined it for by the time she blinked he was smiling. "Come on now Virginia dear, upstairs to your room. Supper's soon." He said, opened the door, holding his hand out, she took it gracefully, watching him with suspicion, however he smiled at her and led her upstairs to her room.
She tried to memorize the castle, but found herself lost after they'd went up many stairs and turned too many lefts and rights.
Chapter 2: Part 1: Awake
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Ginny awoke feeling very different indeed. She'd yet to open her eyes, but her mind was awake. This was strange; she was lying on something very hard and was quite uncomfortable, and she felt like her breath was being strangled by something that was pulling in her stomach. Then, when she opened her eyes to the cold dungeon she was in, she looked around in the dim light. She was in a cell, black bars enclosing her to a small space.
Looking down at herself, she noticed she was wearing what looked to be a dress made during the Renaissance, the Medieval Era. She was quite confused. This felt very odd.
There was no one in the vicinity that she could see, and nothing in her cell. Though, she could tell there was a door, but it was padlocked and chained up.
Ginny also noticed that her ankles and hands felt raw, as did her neck. She looked at the said places and gasped. There were chains on her ankles and hands that connected to a wall about two feet away. She tried to stand up, with some difficulty, and tried to pull away from the wall, but instead only found herself three feet away and about to slip. This was also when she felt leather rubbing against her neck. She placed one hand on her neck.
What she discovered wasn't a pleasant idea for Ginny.
There was a collar tightly around her neck that didn't seem to want to come off. She pouted, sitting herself against the wall, trying to breath.
Ginny found that if she didn't sit straight up than her back would be pinched by whatever she was wearing. It seemed like what she had been told a corset was like.
Whatever was going on, Ginny didn't know. She seemed quite lost. She thought she was a witch, sixteen years old, went to Hogwarts, and had a family. However, currently it seemed she wasn't any of that, and didn't have any of that. She still felt the same, despite the corset pinching into her back, forcing her to sit up straight.
Her attention is moved from herself to a young man with dark blue eyes that were almost black, with midnight black hair that reached his ears in a messy but elegant way. The man wore tight black trousers and what looked to be a Medieval Prince's decorated top. Ginny absently wondered where she was.
However, she need not ask that question, for, the man turned politely to her, and a maid followed in behind him.
"Hello." The man's voice was oddly recognizable.
"Hello." Ginny replied.
"I brought you food, Princess Ginny of Wales." Spoke the man. He put a hand on the door to her cell, placing the key in, unlocking it, letting the maid in to place a tray of cheese, bread, a glass of water, and bread on the floor on the side of her cell. The maid exited without one word, shutting the door behind her and leaving the dungeons. The man locked the door again.
"Thank you." Ginny murmured still trying to decipher what was going on.
"Do you not recognize me? Have the chains been cutting away your memory?"
"I-I don't know you." Answered Ginny, frowning. He was recognizable; she just hadn't a clue to who he was.
"Liar. You know, of course, that I am the only Prince Blaize of England. You danced with me at numerous balls Princess Ginny." He said coming closer to the bars. He was twirling a stick in one hand.
"Prince of England? Princess of Wales? What year is it?" asked Ginny pulling herself up and finding the chains had fell from her hands and wrists, but the collar reminded as she moved closer to the bars.
"It's 1633, December 1st. Come closer Princess Ginny." He said and Ginny helplessly walked closer to the bars as he stepped right up to them, watching her.
1633? How could it be 1633? Ginny swore that she thought it was at least in the 1990's. How did this happen? Ginny frowned, confused. Her bottom lip turning her expression into a pout. Her cinnamon eyes glistened with the want to tear, she didn't like this. It didn't seem right to be in 1633, Princess of England, how did this happen? She didn't know.
Blaize sneered as he watched her helpless expression. "Ginny, look at me." He commanded.
Ginny looked up, swallowing, as she was pulled closer to the bars by some unknown force. Blaize lifted a hand and reached through the bars to touch her collar, before gripping it and pulling her to him. "You better get used to this Ginny, King Riddle won't like you resisting this or him. Neither will Prince Draco or Prince Darius. You should be thankful that you're the last heir of England, otherwise you'd find yourself dead."
Ginny almost screamed but found her mouth covered by Blaize's. He let go quickly, still holding her with ease through the bars. "Don't, scream. Unless you're so attached to me that you want to be kissed just so you keep your mouth closed like a good girl? Is that what you want, Ginny?"
Ginny shook her head no.
The dungeon door creaked open, and in walked the ivory haired angel. However, his face was not saintly as he was glaring heatedly at Blaize. "Let her go." He ordered.
(A/N: This next section is called 'Where's the Love?' probably because I'm listening to that song right now while I write, so, yeah. Go download it! It's by Black Eyed Pea's and Justin Timberlake. I think it's pretty, so yeah. ^_^)
Blaize let her go with a last painful tug on the collar. Ginny looked to Draco as she stepped back stumbling backwards as the chains attached themselves (with a flick of Blaize's wand) back onto Ginny's wrists and ankles.
She watched as Blaize left with an icy glare towards Draco.
This left Ginny quite alone with Draco, or should she call him Prince Draco? Ginny shrugged in her mind, it didn't matter to her.
"The chains and collar can control your actions if one of us wishes you to do something that your not." Said Draco in a nonchalant tone from his position across from her. He was currently leaning against the dungeon wall, watching her with emotionless gray eyes. Silvery sea's poured into orbs.
"Oh. Your. Dra.Prince Draco, right?" she asked curious but hesitant.
"Yes. As you should know Ginny." His voice dropped and he pushed himself off the wall, coming closer to the bars of her cell, but not touching them. "Ginny, you need to get out of here, soon, listen to me---"
Draco was cut off by the entrance of !Darius who was followed by an escort of knights. The knights were dragging what looked to be a fellow knight. Except, without his sword or armor. Ginny thought silently that he looked like Mordred.
They tossed Mordred in the cell beside her own and he was locked in chains, though no collar was wrapped around his tan neck. The knights departed, but Darius stayed.
"Draco, what are you doing down here? Supper is only in two hours with King Riddle. It's his first day back and your already showing disrespect by dirtying your fine clothes to converse with her." The way he said 'her' sent a chill up Ginny's spine.
Draco sent her a glance, his eyes soft as if trying to apologize as he turned on his heel and exited without a snide remark towards Darius.
"Dear Ginny, why are you conversing with my brother? He's not even truly loyal to King Riddle. And, when King Riddle rules all of England and Wales, he will pay if he resists."
Ginny stayed silent, biting her tongue to keep from insulting him. Was this a dream? She wondered absently.
She didn't notice Darius exit, despite the fact he slammed the dungeon door shut with a loud click. Must've been the guards locking the door. It was odd, Ginny thought, that there were no guards in the dungeon itself, only at its exits. Though, a pair came on patrol every half hour.
The prisoner that had brought in by Darius cleared his throat, watching Ginny. Ginny turned, still standing. "Yes?" she asked, her own throat dry she made her way to the tray and picked up the glass of water. She took a sip as the prisoner that resembled Mordred speak.
"Your highness, I have to inform you, since you seem as if you bumped your head and have forgotten. King Riddle is not a good man. Nay, he captured you from Wales. You are the only Princess, and heir of the royal family of Wales. He's using you to get King Edward III to give up Wales to England. You were here, in the Whitehall Castle of England to visit the Princes. Prince Blaize, Prince Darius, and Prince Draco. You need to escape, Princess. I know I wear the clothes for a knight of England, but in truth I am but a spy for the Kingdom of Wales. Princess, you need to get home, your life is in danger, as are your parents. Do you even remember your parents, or has King Riddle placed you under his spell as he did to your elder brother a few years ago?"
She tilted her head at him as she ate a few pieces of the cheese. "I see. And who are you?"
"I'm Mordred Riddle. However, I was not fit to be a Prince, so I became a knight. Though, when I betrayed England for Wales, I was sentenced to a life imprisonment and ten slashes a day." He answered, looking at the floor.
"Oh." She answered, without sympathy.
It seemed as Mordred was telling his story, neither of the two had noticed a lone figure enter the dungeons. Though Ginny did notice when the chains detached themselves from Ginny and she was free to pace throughout her cell in thought. Mordred gasped, and caught her attention. She looked him, with a unmoved expression on her face, she saw him staring at a shadow cast by the torches on the walls. She followed the shadow to its base, near her cell door, to find a dark haired man with deep blue eyes and a lean figure staring at her. She stepped back but found that was impossible, she felt a sharp pain through the collar and stepped forward and it eased.
"Well hello Virginia." Spoke the man. She recognized the voice. He looked like Blaize, but no, Blaize didn't sound like that. This man was from a long time ago in her memory. Maybe five or six years in the past. But, where had she seen him?
"Hello, your majesty." she answered, her head tilted to the floor.
When her eyes lifted from the ground, she noticed the man had a smirk on his pale face. His eyes gleamed as if through revenge. Though, she might have imagined it for by the time she blinked he was smiling. "Come on now Virginia dear, upstairs to your room. Supper's soon." He said, opened the door, holding his hand out, she took it gracefully, watching him with suspicion, however he smiled at her and led her upstairs to her room.
She tried to memorize the castle, but found herself lost after they'd went up many stairs and turned too many lefts and rights.
