Disclaimer: Koei owns Dynasty Warriors and all of its characters. If I owned them, I probably would be rolling cash and wouldn't be writing this right now, would I?
Author's Note: I'm not writing this based off the games or books or of any historical records, so I don't want criticism on those issues. There will be very, very minute or no battle action within this since I don't think romance can really build in the manner I want it to with battles.
This may be a bit dark in some parts and there will be limes (no lemons in this version since FFN doesn't allow it), so you've been warned. I'll warn you before a lemony chapter when they arise. So, please, sit back and enjoy. This is my first Dynasty Warriors fanfiction, so I hope you guys enjoy!
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She was stuck. She was stuck waiting and waiting. That's all she could do, just keep on waiting. Wait and wait for that single moment when the thunderous snores would begin to resound from the male beside her. She felt sick to her stomach. But it was not from the events that had just taken place, it was more from the stench of the bed she was currently sharing. That was probably the worst aspect of the male who was supposed to be her husband, his scent. It wasn't sweet, it was raunchy. It wasn't a subtle smell and instead with each breath she took it filled her nostrils and made her suppress a cough. She looked around for something to bury her head in to cover the stench and spotted her torn clothes. 'Might as well put them to use,' she thought to herself bitterly as she carefully reached for them and brought them close to her.
It was another ruined outfit. Her "husband" decided he couldn't wait and skipped the striptease. He was more like a wild animal as he would ravage her delicate body every time. She had learned that screaming or making noise only made it worse and learned the trick to bit her lip until he stopped. It was the only way to get the chauvinistic pig to back off eventually. He always did. It was a systematic routine for her day in and day out. Wake up, eat, do whatever, eat, pleasure him, bathe, and go to bed. That was the way she did it every day, just waiting for her warrior in shining armor to come to her rescue. She often wondered if that day would ever come when he would notice her. She often doubted that day would ever come.
She was not afraid of him. How could she be afraid of him? He was not what everyone assumed him to be. Yes, he was often associated with one phrase which went along the lines of "Oh God no! It's Lu Bu!" but she could still not fear him. Maybe because she saw the way he would look at her or maybe when she would get the chance to speak with him and watch him be a little uneasy and unsure of what to say to her, but whatever it was, she did not fear him. Instead, Diao Chan admired him greatly.
Lu Bu was the one she prayed on for her salvation. He was the one who had to save her, no one else could. And it was not the matter that it was the plan for Lu Bu to betray his adopted father, but more of her admiration for him. Seeing him made her day easier and allowed her to sleep almost nightmare free, but the longings within her were strong. She had her desires, not senseless goals like her husband did. She had dreams, but because of no love with her husband, she could never share them. Instead, she kept them inside and remained silent despite her longing to tell someone.
She remembered the first time she had entered the castle, she had been terrified. What was she to think? She had never met either man, Lu Bu nor Dong Zhou, but had heard of terrible tales of what both men had done. Lu Bu had slain his previous adopted father, Ding Yuan, before adopting Dong Zhou as his father. Anyone who could be so ruthless was someone to be feared as other stories of his work on the battlefield would also reach her ear. She had also heard of the greediness that was Dong Zhou, the way he would pillage other towns for more riches and the only thing on his mind was personal gain. She remembered all of those doubtful thoughts racing through her mind in the carriage as they had approached the castle. She was terrified, but nonetheless, she performed.
"I don't know about this," she spoke softly as she looked out the window of the carriage, staring off at the horizon.
"Nonsense, Diao Chan," her father replied. Wang Yun was his name, but he was not her true father. He merely adopted her as such and treated her as if she were his own. Her gut was wrenching as they drew in nearer and nearer to the castle. "You'll do just fine. You are the most beautiful blossom out of all the girls. You are sure to win the affection of both Lu Bu and Dong Zhou."
Diao Chan sighed. That's all she ever was, just a pretty face. Even Wang Yun regarded her as that at times. She knew her happiness was being left behind as she would become bound to Dong Zhou, and no one else. At least until she earned Lu Bu's affection. "Yes, father…" she replied quietly with her head bowed. She stared at her hands in her lap, which she had clasped together as if to hold onto herself. She was all she had now.
Diao Chan sighed as the memory of the performance passed through her mind. She had easily enticed both men with her dance as they had both watched each sway of her body intently while undressing her with their eyes as they tried to see past the delicate fabric of her garments. Her voice serenaded them into a sense of relaxation as their world just seemed to revolve around the beautiful singer and dancer. She was elusive to both men as they continued to watch her right until she left the "stage." The plan was set into motion shortly thereafter.
She flashed both men sultry glances throughout her performance, much to her disgust. She found neither man to be what she wanted. One was a fat, greedy pig and the other one was just a walking muscle. Oh, the situation she had gotten herself into was not pleasant. She was petrified of what was going to become of her then, but now she was probably even more afraid. She was afraid of many things.
She was afraid the herbal remedy to keep her from becoming pregnant with Dong Zhou's child would fail. She was afraid that Lu Bu cared nothing for her. She was afraid Lu Bu would do nothing to save her. She was afraid this entire plan was just a discreet lie so Wang Yun, her so-called father, could gain more power and more rights. She was afraid that she was going to die Dong Zhou's and be his forever. She was afraid of the fate that was beginning to carve itself out before her.
Diao Chan sighed a sigh of relief as she began to hear the booming snores. She rose to her feet with her torn clothes in her hand. She let it unfurl before her and cursed under her breath. It was much too torn to even consider wearing. But she couldn't go running down the halls to her private quarters in the nude, could she? Here she was, faced with yet another mess she had been thrown into, once again. She couldn't stand being in his room, the smell, and the sight of the pig sprawled out on his bed with his tongue lolling out of his mouth slightly with a stream of drool, she hated all of it.
She'd rather be sharing another's room; Lu Bu's room. Lu Bu, while he was not exactly what you would call a perfect gentleman, was at least clean and not a fat pig. Instead, he was well toned and was extremely strong. She'd rather curl up in his strong arms and know she was safe rather than be lying as far over on the bed as possible from the pig, afraid to touch his bare skin anymore for fear of some weird and unknown disease. She felt alone in her world as she tried her best to dress with her garments and bit her lower lip as she thought on matters more. She didn't know how much more of this she could withstand. She was wondering if anyone could really hear her anymore.
She didn't know that someone could and did. Diao Chan did not know who was listening, but continued to pray someone was. She left the pig's room and walked to her room. She was trapped within this castle until her savior came. She was unable to escape because she was much too deep. All she could do was pray. Pray and wait. It's all she had was just her small amount of hope and what was left of her.
She was stuck. She was stuck waiting and waiting. That's all she could do, just keep on waiting. Wait and wait for that single moment when the tears would be wiped away, warmth would return, and the blood would fall.