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Title: Prisoner of Love
Disclaimer: own nil except my imagination
Rating: R/(either way it's still gonna contain some adult content)
Summary: AU. No Aliens. Liz is a Lady who is wrongfully accused and set prisoner on a pirate ship.
Author's note: Im a major AU/romance adventure kinda gal, thats the reason for this fics theme. Oh and do excuse any silly spelling mistakes..nervous giggle it happens. Feedback: No protest there!
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"Father I will not be subjected to such foul treatment!" Liz yelled in protest.
"Foul treatment?! How on earth do you find yourself calling that foul treatment!?!" Jeff Parker yelled back at his only daughter. Liz bit back her ever rising temper and replied through gritted teeth.
"You my dear father are making me marry against my will to a man I do not love for which after I would expect myself to live a life of pure misery" she ground out, her fists clenching and unclenching. Jeff stomped his foot in anger.
"That does not equal foul treatment my dear daughter, I honestly don't understand what you find so unappealing about a marriage to a fine Lord who will no doubt offer you a happy life" Jeff's voice became softer yet nonetheless angrier. Liz sighed heavily. It was getting more irritating by the time, every time she had to confront her hard headed father about her arranged marriage to Lord Deluca. It had come to her knowledge that he was not going to relent and the only way out of it is if she ran away. That wasn't really an option though because she would never abandon what has become to be known as her life.
"Father with all do respect I am forced to disagree. I do not love Lord Deluca therefore I cannot possibly be happy and furthermore this is my life you are oh so wistfully arranging and without my consent nevertheless. I hardly think it fair, yet more likely to be foul" Liz retorted with her unsettled temper. Her face was flushed with the anger, her hair tousled from repeatedly running her hand through it with growing frustration and her silk pale green dress very crinkled from the clenching fists of her hands. At the moment they both stood at opposite sides of the large study, occupied by the tarnished woodwork and the huge mahogany desk stacked with paperwork, the large bookcase full of Oxford books and beside it the precious green lamp that lit the office in a dim gleam.
It was the year 1881 in the remote and beautiful Florence. It was a time when men ruled the world and the women stood by them in service. Many men were politicians and army men, while many women were prostitutes or arranged weddings. Usually the wealthy were politicians and marry out of convenience, and the army men usually had enough money to get by weekly, sometimes daily, pleasures of the female kind. Liz found it horrid to make a woman a mere slave, either for a moment's passion or for a lifetime of loveless fortune. It simply wasn't fair and she wasn't about to be another innocent casualty it the defiant role of such.
"Elizabeth Parker you listen to me and you listen well for these words shall be the last of this topic.....you WILL marry Lord Deluca with my full blessing and you WILL commit yourself to the rightful role of a Lady. There will be no more discussion on this topic" Her father demanded in a clear pointed voice. He turned and strode over to his desk and began rummaging through the papers, signaling the end of the conversation. Liz really had to watch her temper because she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room with a loud slam of the door. Her house, or rather her mansion was built by the sea where she could watch the everlasting sunsets. In no time at all she would be hauled off to be imprisoned in the large gloomy castle of the insufferable Lord. As far as Liz knew what was about to occur a few days from now was not considered a marriage, but a binding that is nothing short of shackles and a gag.
'Oh my life is going to be hell' Liz thought with dread as she glumly as she dragged herself back to her chambers.
Throwing herself on her wide bed fit for two made her shudder at the thought of sharing one with that..man. Liz didn't understand why they couldn't just leave her alone to her own life and let her choose her own path. If she happens to stumble upon true love on the way then so be it. It would be the hands of fate that would bring her her true gallant, not the cold ruthless hands of her father. Liz buried her face in her soft pillow and growled in frustration. She knew her father was better than ruthless and that he only wishes what's best for her but the constant demands made on her to behave like an obedient daughter surely test her temper indeed.
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"Captain!"
cried one of the ship mates aboard the 'Cruella' as he rushed down
below deck to fetch his captain. Entering a large room with a big round
table that had maps and ink all over it, he came to a halt at the two
men that seemed to be in a heated conversation.
"Yes Wimsey?" the captain also known as Max, turned his brown eyes to the man in a questionable look.
"We
caught sight of a ship a few miles away captain...what do we do?"
Wimsey asked with excitement in his voice. He and the others were
certainly hoping for another good catch to add more to the booty.
"Do you know to whom it belongs?" Max's companion stood and faced him.
"It's
another one of them merchant ships, probably carrying food and wine"
Wimsey answered Michael who was Max's first mate and partner in crime.
Max turned a thoughtful gaze to him.
"Well what do you think?"
Max asked him, totally ignoring Wimsey as if his opinion meant nothing.
Michael's brows furrowed as he examined the subject carefully in his
mind. After what seemed like eternity he met Max's gaze and shook his
head.
"It's probably heading towards land to unload. We'll be
too close to the approaching city for comfort. I say we simply head to
shore ourselves, obtain our own food and wine..and perhaps anything
else we wish then head back out." Michael stated his opinion yet kept
the authority out of his tone for though he was first-mate..the captain
had the final say. Max regarded it for a while before nodding.
"I
am inclined to agree. Besides we all could use some solid land beneath
our feet after a month at sea. Good thinking Michael" Max gave him a
small appreciative smile which Michael treasured for he knew that a
mere smile from Max was considered a miracle. Max was nothing short of
temperamental, rough, arrogant and sometimes cold.....though he did
have his good side. The ship mates wished they'd have more of it though.
"As
you wish captain. We shall set anchor in Florence in about an hour"
Wimsey informed his superiors and hurried back up on deck.
((TBC....chapters are all up and ready to be posted...let me know...:) ))