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Part 12
I knocked twice on the door, and I heard a voice call from within. I stood in a white nightgown, barely dense enough to cover anything at all. I was suddenly cold and could feel myself prod against the front of the gown. I crossed my arms and walked in.
Alexander sat on his bed, fully dressed - his shoes exceptional. "Come in, further."
I obeyed, and closed the door behind me. I uncrossed my arms, and my head found it's way down, my eyes averted to the ground. My hair was undone, and fell over my face, keeping my tears hid. I heard him stand up, and felt him walk behind me. I did not move a muscle.
"I suppose you wonder why I chose you...Kyla." He said, his voice unnaturally hoarse. His hands slid their way up my arms and to my shoulders, and slowly stripped me of my nightgown. I stood naked in the moonlight, his hands resting on the small of my back, only to move across my stomach, and the tender part beneath my navel. I sucked in a breath, hard. He put his right hand on my forehead, and pulled my head back so it rested on his shoulder, his other and exploring. "It is because I have yet to make love to such a rare kind..." he continued. "...a kind with such fire inside...such strength." I shoved his hand away from my collarbone before it got to my breast. "And a fiesty one at that!" He laughed.
I wanted to beat him, kill him, burn him alive. I had no words to say, nothing to do, just stand there, ashamed.
He approached me again, and slid his hands under my thighs, and under my arms. He lifted me up, and I let myself be a bit worried. What was he doing? He then gently set me down ontop of his bed, onto my stomach. My head gently set itself down beneath the soft comforts of the pillows. My body was still tense, dispite the fact it was in such a comfy and luscious bed.
He sat down, and moved my hair off my back - revealing the wounds from the many whippings. As he ran a finger over one, I sucked in more air. 'Surely he would not be THIS crude..' I secretly wished. Instead of causing me more pain, surprisngly I felt two distinct shapes - that of lips, ontop of my back. The saliva on his lips was warm and felt good against my skin. He then proceeded to kiss every wound, slowly relaxing my body, muscle by muscle.
I was now aware of all my aches and pains - the lower portion of my back, my shoulders and neck, my thighs and calves. They all hurt from the hard labour I had been doing from the last few months. Alexander calmly ran his hands down my back, and stopped just above my derriere. He slowly began to massage, causing the pain to instantly dissapear. He seemed to know exactly the spots which were aching, and massaged each one for a fair bit of time - allowing them to recover and relax.
Soon I found myself falling asleep, his hands never stopping massaging.
I awoke naked under the covers of silk sheets, and sun beating down, caressing my body in warmth. I stretched, and then remembered where I was. I had no memory of the night - and that terrified me. I turned on my side and saw a single rose ontop of the burgundy covered pillow. I sat up, the covers falling and exposing my chest to the sun. I let it warm me up some more, and held the rose in my hands. 'What was going on?' I turned to my other side, and saw Alexander sitting in a chair, dressed in breeches and a shirt. The feelings and confusing rushed back to me and I dropped the rose. "Did we..?" I asked anxiously, petrefied of the answer.
A smile crept across his face, his blue eyes shining. "No." Was all he said.
I was aware of my nakedness, and carefully pulled the covers up around my chest. I was confused. Had he really cared me to sleep? Was that real? I was praying it was no dream.
"You are beautiful." He whispered, his blue eyes still sparkling. I felt myself blush. Almost embarassedly, I shuffled over to other side of the bed, and offered him to come. He looked a tad surprised, but then slowly made his way over. He sat down, and then lay back. I stayed upright, but he did not seem to mind. The sun was moving very slowly across the sky in the window.
I looked at him, bathed in the sunlight, his eyes closed lazily, and his curls messily displayed against the pillow. Carefully, I ran a finger over his cheek. He did not move. Soon, my whole palm cupped his cheek, and I felt the roughness of his skin, and found that I liked it -very much. I was very close to him now, and I opened the covers for him to climb in. He opened his eyes, and began to lift his feet. I stopped him for a moment, and moved infront of him. Using the smallness of my hands, I slid them through his arms and side and gripped the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head.
He had many battle scars along his chest, and a henna ink marking of a cross ontop of his left breast. He moved his fingers up to my face, and pushed the hair away. I moved down and closer, and began to kiss his scars. He rested back down against the pillows, and I continued to kiss his wounds as he did mine, the other night.
He turned me over onto my back, and slid ontop of me. He trailed his lips down my cheek and to my neck, and nibbled on my collarbone. I let out sighs of delight, and brought his face back up to mine. He raised his lips to my eyes and kissed the lids ever so softly. He nubbed his nose against mine, and then grazed his lips ontop of my own. With the flick of his tongue, he wet my lips and then slowly pressed ontop. I gave into the kiss and passionately embraced his mouth.
I slid my hands down to his breeches, and began to untie the rope that held them up. Before I could fiddle with the string, a knock came upon the door.
Knock knock.
Alexander kissed my forehead and got up, moving towards the door. He made sure the latch was shut, and then called through, "Yes?"
The voice was muffled through the wood. "Sir, the King and Queen of Gutaherm would like you to join them for breakfast. Will you be attending?"
Alexander cracked his knuckles. "Yes. Tell them I shall be with them shortly."
"Very well. Thank you sir." The voice drifted off down the hall, and left Alexander standing there, half bare, his curls touselled and his body aglow. I got out of the bed and grabbed my nightgown off of the chair, and quickly slid it on. I met Alexander at the door.
"Thank you, Sir." I whispered, unsure of what had taken place. I clutched the folds of my nightgown closer to my body.
He looked down at me and unlocked the door. "Thank you...m'Lady." He opened the door and let me walk through. "Next time..." he said, "...please call me by my proper title...Alexander."
I looked back at him as he shut the door, and a secret smile had found its way upon my face. I hurried down the stairs, and rushed to the basement.
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Part 13
"You think you're special, don't you?" Miss Oriana spat in my face. I shoved her away and resumed my chores. I was in the stablebarn, moving hay into another pile. It had been a week since my last visit with Alexander. I tightened my grip around the shovel, and tried my best to ignore her.
She kept on. "I know you and prince charming are taking a liking towards eachother...and I'm going to end this disgusting...thing!" Miss Oriana had been pestering me with threats ever since I came back from Alexander's corridors. She also saw to it that I had double my load of work. The treaty had gone as planned, and now the new land needed tending to. I worked from dusk till dawn, and sweated the whole way through. My skin was beginning to turn that awful brow again. Miss Oriana persisted furthermore. "I've informed the King of your lack of effort around the castle..."
"What!" I protested, dropping the shovel with a loud clank on the ground.
A sneer appeared across her face. "The King has agreed to my suggestion...you will be sold to the Kingdom of Luthere. Tomorrow."
"BITCH!" I screamed at her. I ran out of the stable, and ripped my apron off. I couldn't believe it. Luthere was the dirtiest, most disgusting, most lowlife kingdom of the entire southend. Theives, rapists, and drunks lived in Luthere. It was dangerous for a young maiden - and I knew it.
The carriage was bumpy as it rocked down the dirty road. I was leaving - and I wasn't coming back. I couldn't go back...I was...I was sold. I was property. I told myself not to cry, and I held my bag tighter to my lap. All it contained was my Utopia book, a hairbrush and my dagger. I clutched it tighter as the carriage went over yet another large bump. It was a long narrow, pot filled road which seemed to drag on for hours.
BANG!
The carriage stopped suddenly with a thud, which sent me tumbling to the floor of the cart. Cautiously, I peered out the window and tried to see what had happened. 'Oh my God...'. A band of theives surrounded the cart. More than eight tall men, each withs ome form of scar on their cheeks. Before I could get out of the carriage, a dirty hand grabbed my arm like a claw. I screamed, but the grip just got tighter.
"Let go, let go! Unhand me you stup--" My mouth was shut and gagged very quickly. My breath cut short and I nearly swallowed my tongue. I felt a sharp, delicate tip at the base of my neck.
A husky voice pressed up against my ear. "Don't move sweetheart, we'll make this smooth and as quickly as possible..." I felt a smile form across his rough lips. "...'cause you're pretty." I struggled, and the knife became deeper. "I said don't struggle, honey."
I decided to stay calm, and just get it over with. There was no use struggling and wasting strength - that I needed, for running. My bag was nearly ripped in half, one of my hands pulling one way, the man's another. It was one thing to steal my virginity, but another to steal my book. I gave the bag one last tug, and it was free from his grasp. The man let the knife go from my neck, but pushed me against the back of the seat, roughly. My head slammed against a metal bar and was instantly knocked out.
When I finally came to, I was lying in a dusty field of sunflowers, in the early hours of a morning. The first thing I did, was make sure my bag was with me. I noticed I was still fully clothed, and my hair hardly a mess. I was also surpised to find my bag beside me, untouched.
A husky voice entered my thoughts. "Ahh, good to see you finally awake, m'dear..." the man grinned. He had long, straggly brown hair, and deep green eyes. He was dirty all over, but had a surprisingly white smile. He advanced me, and my hand dove to my boot - only to find my dagger not there. I forgot I had put it in my bag, which was now in the hands of the man, once more. "Stop bubbling, girl! I ain't much danger ta ye!"
I looked at him with much suspicion, then relaxed myself back down. This was obviously what he wanted - the man jumped me, and knocked me to the ground. I screamed, but he stifiled me, with a hard blow to the mouth. I could taste blood on my top lip, but did not cry.
He tried to kiss me, but I bit down on his tongue, hard enough to leave imprints. He hit me again, then ripped my dress, sending the material to gather at my waist. He whistled loudly, and soon a shorter, stubier man appeared. He was ordered to hold my arms above my head - his fingers wrapped themselves tightly around my wrists, sending the blood to slow down and my fingertips to turn numb. Soon the man ontop had his lips and tongue leaving long marks of saliva all over my breasts. His mouth found their way to the tips, and he sucked so savagely, I cried.
He ignored my pleading, and his hands found the hem of my skirt, and snaked under - trailing up to a part so secret to me. The man laughed, as did the one above my head.
Suddenly, the man holding my arms let go with a certain shock, his muscles losing all strength. He fell over, and I could see an arrow sticking out of his back. The man ontop of me quickly stood up, and turned around. Before he coud draw his weapon, a blade of a sword bathed itself in his blood. I close my eyes to block the scene out.