"The Saint"
Charlotte Harbor
Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out over the side of the huge ship that has been her home for the last 6 weeks. It was not her plea to return to this ground ofold customs. This country seemed so far afield behind the era now. She had full-grown used to her contemporary amenities.
"Gabrielle!" Her mother's coarse shout brought her back to herself." Her protect peered out of the tiny door leading to the deck from their quarters. "You superior come in here, and see to yourself before we debark!" Merely past her eighteenth birthday, Gabrielle O'Malley felt be fond of she should have had a amount to remain in Extra York with her relatives, rather than approach back across the ocean to a soil that held nothing for her. Sighing to herself, she went back into the tiny room where her family tree had spent the crossing home. Her ankle length dress was shabby and shabby, nothing similar the finery she was accustomed to. She would be appreciative to get off this vessel, even if was to come back to her dynasty home.
Slowly making her way down the access ramp behind her mother and her sister, she was careful to watch her traction on the slippery planks. Just as her feet touched the frozen rock of the shipyard, she was jostled with brute force from behind. Her quantity instantly went bendy, and she felt herself being lifted, agreed, bouncing across solid shoulders. The last thing she heard before she succumbed to the darkness was her mother's never-ending wailing.
Paralyzed. She can understand her captors chatting, feel the cheery bedding beneath her nakedness, smell the grease from the lamps. She hasn't dared honest her eyes, not wanting to make them aware of her awareness. The fair hair, the ample breasts, the lengthy sleek legs. . she's textbook. Only one count to look into, is she as virginal as she appears?" Husky voices, Gabbie can only assume the size of these men who take her captive.
Gabbie is outraged at the planning of anyone hesitant her virtue, but she is even more afraid of the Sovereign. The ruler of this whole property! Her fears are affirmed as someone announces the arrival of his Magnificent Highness King Logan.." The tone of the Queen, telling her captors to permission them in privacy.
"Alas, but she is a beauty!" She feels the thin blanket pulled not here from her quantity. She lies there completely naked as she feels a approximate finger glide over her cheek, from the curve of her discernment to her jaw. She flinches unwillingly, and the Sovereign grabs her cheek roughly between his fingers. "A liar, eh?."
The surgeon moves to the base of the patch, and grasps her legs solely above the knee and gently pulls them distant. He lifts them so her heels are affecting the bed and then he gently spreads them, exposing her most confidential area. No one has ever seen this much of her before. He grasps her wrists and holds them steadily in his grip. "He'll not hurt you, if you conduct yourself," he whispers against her cheek.
Tears way down her tackle and she gasps as she feels lukewarm fingers spread her pink folds. "Aye, she is pure, Your Highness," the doctor makes his findings tidy up. I would have hated to have to focus this beauty over to the guards!"
Terrified, she jumps off of the bed as soon as the door closes behind them, only to find that she is safe in. There is one small window, too excessive for her to connect with, and too narrow for her to ready to go through even if she could connect with it. She sleeps fitfully for a few hours, waking when the door is opened by a gorgeous dark haired lady. She kneels beside her and says "You must cry no longer. Your look will be distended and red when it comes calculate to greet your tutor."
"Im not being paid married to anyone! She smiles nice and says "Indigent dear, you have no high-quality in the count. Either marriage, or agony and disgrace until you go to meet your maker." She stands up and pulls Gabbie to her feet. "Now you must allow me to prevent you make yourself personable." This causes Gabrielle to laugh. "Prince Aerin? He can find his own bride!"
"Aerin so far afield has chosen not to tie the knot, no matter how many textbook matches the Sovereign and King have set for him at the assorted balls and revels." Gabbie laughs again "Water Supply, perhaps then, he's gay!" Looking terrified, Bethany pushes her backwards into the stream and jumps in after her. Gabbie comes up gasping for air, and Bethany is the minute beside her in the waist deep water. I don't have any royal blood in my veins!"
"You were chosen because of your outward show. And besides, Aerin is a gentle soul, and his priest will be giving him an provocation, either he marries you, or you will be prearranged to the guards, and he will kidnap another, and another until Aerin agrees. She little by little combs through her mane until it is dry, then shows her to a closet full of wonderful gowns. "You may wear any of these that you choose." Quietly, Gabbie looks through the incalculable amount of gowns and decides on a murky blue one with silver dapper. Bethany assists her putting it on over her cranium, and takes her back to the mirror. Gabbie looks stunning in the gown, she must admit, but she is still frightened. She decides that she will go along with this charade long enough to plan an escape.
Beside her signal in the mirror another stature appears. Gabbie promptly remembers her comportment, smiling softly, and curtsies. The Queen is beautiful, even for an older lady. Someday, I anticipation you will swell to be a part of this family tree, and bring my youngster great happiness."
Gabbie is stunned by the Queen's direct statement against the King, and she says "Your Dignity, I promise to sample."
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