The Bite of a Snake
Nemny finds herself unwillingly wed to the man who tried to take over her father's kingdom Luminare. King Vincent of Dahonea is a brute, sadistic man who will stop at nothing to get what he want. *** Very Mature Content.***
A black horse carriage made its way on a dirt road, a royal insignia on each side as well as on the bridle of the horses. An intricate pattern of a snake wrapped around a sword, an apple stuck in the middle, with the snake's mouth gaping as though it would swallow it whole. Inside the carriage, three young women were sitting against the plush leather seats, each silent, shackles at their wrists and ankles. As their heard the sound of the cities gate opening, they each glanced lightly through the curtain covering the window, seeing people rustling about going on with their daily chores and business. A rather large man slapped a crop between the two girls facing him and growled lowly.
"Don't move." He said as his cold eyes ran over the three forms, his lips curving in a sneer as the three women shied away from him quietly though one gave him a hate filled glare.
The coach came to a halt and a soldier clad in black armor, white silk strand attached to the helmet opened the door and set down the step for them to climb out. The man slid out first then offered a hand to each woman to help them off. Well each except the last who glared at him and snubbed his hand stepping off on her own. The man snorted before he barked orders at the men who hurriedly opened the doors leading to the main hall.
The palace was more than beautiful. The walls were white and black columns reaching the ceiling which was several stories high, stood proudly. Paintings of the royal family dating back several generations adorned the walls and the women couldn't help but be impressed by the display of wealth. The place was spotless, even the white marble floor they were walking on.
The women did not look too out of place though as they walked, heads held high, an impeccable posture and beautiful garments. One walked ahead of the others, her blue eyes cold as she held her hands above her waist, making sure she wouldn't trip on the shackles they had locked her in. As they reached the black large double doors at the end of the hall, they suddenly opened revealing a courtroom like no other. To say it was vast wouldn't be enough as it seemed to be endless, once more spotless white walls and white marble floor. A black rug was spread in the middle; the sides weaved with red silk and intricate crisscrossing patterns. Ahead of them, a man was sitting on a large white and gold throne, the royal cape over his shoulders as his eyes critically assessed the three women. As they reached him, standing a few feet away, the man who had brought them in bowed before addressing him.
"Your majesty, I bring forth your new wife to be. Princess Nemny, of the now fallen Luminare Kingdom; which we have easily conquered on his Majesty's behalf." The man remained bowed awaiting the king's word.
"At ease General Keller." The king rose from his throne and gracefully made his way to the Princess. As he reached her, Nemny stood straight as she glared at this brute they called a king. She had to admit he was as handsome as the legends told. Her sapphire blue eyes looked up into his honeyed hazel ones. She forced herself to stand straight, chin lifted as she let the hate for this king and his nation seep through her eyes. At the display, Vincent smirked and cupped the princess's chin firmly, enabling her from moving her head, which she didn't try anyway.
"So much loathing in your eyes Princess, you are going to be a Queen, it is time for you to rejoice" He said as his gaze traveled down to her lips and neck to rest over her well rounded bosom. She was wearing a corseted gown, richly embroidered the dress the same blue as her eyes, also the same blue as her nation's flag. Black and silver laces were woven throughout the dress in intricate patterns. Her raven hair brought up in a complex do, white pearls weaved into it, now had loose strands falling over her soft features and down her back, the do having suffered damage when they seized her.
"How can I be a Queen to such barbaric people ruled by a Neanderthal king? " She spat, venom in her voice though she kept her composure. The King of Dahonea erupted in a booming laughter which was quickly joined by the other men in the room.
"Barbaric you say? Then maybe our dove of a Queen will be able to instate some class into our ranks. "With that said he turned around motioning his General to follow.
"Bring her to her quarters; let her chambermaid and lady-in-waiting go with her. Do not let her leave her room for any other reason then at my request. "With that said the king turned around in all his glory and walked out through a door at the right of the throne. The General then turned to the three women and motioned for them to follow him, a soldier closing the march.
" I'd take your arm General but evidently I've been shackled like the prisoner that I am" Nemny said as she gave him a disgusted side glance, her lady-in-waiting, Lady de Courtenay walking silently poised next to her though she gave the Princess worried glances.
As they arrived to large white and gold double doors, a butler which was waiting by its side bowed and opened the door. "Princess de Luminare, Lady de Courtenay, Miss Ina. " He greeted each woman in turn and by hierarchy as he ushered them in. Turning to the General he glared indignantly at the man. "Remove the shackles from the ladies, it is insulting to the house. "
The general grunted lightly before he removed the shackles keeping the princess for last. "Careful she's a feisty one, were it me, you would be in a dungeon and not such a plush room. "
Nemny glared at him nearly slapping him for his insult. "Well thank the gods you are not king, then again, no man from Dahonae is fit to be one." She retorted dryly causing him to pause as he removed the shackles. He glared down at her and they remained still for a moment until the butler cleared his throat impatiently. With that he finished untying her and left the room closing the door, surprisingly without a sound.
"Pardon his non-existent manners Princess. Would you and your ladies like some refreshments? Perhaps something to eat? "He asked gently, his tone quite warm and fatherly. Nemny immediately felt herself warming up to the old man. "Please, something sweet to drink, cold and maybe some fruits and bread? We had a tiresome travel." The butler nodded and began walking back towards the doors. "My name is Francis. Shall you need anything simply ring for me. I shall be back soon with your order Princess." With that he bowed and exited the room.
No sooner had he left that Nemny paid honor to her legendary temper. "How dare he?! I am not some mere prisoner he can choose to bend back at his will. "She exploded causing Miss Ina and Lady de Couternay to look at each other with a soft sigh.
"I don't even understand how this, this, this brute can even imagine I would let him soil my name and body with his tainted touch. He shall remain childless for I will never lay with him. Despicable vile creature these men of Dahonea!" She grabbed a vase from a heavy mahogany table and threw it at the door causing it to smash in pieces the beautiful art now reduced to a pile of rubble on the floor.
"Milady please." Her chambermaid said softly as she walked towards the door and began cleaning up the broken shards of glass. Lady de Couternay, far from letting the princess's outburst impress her, sat down and folded her hands in her lap.
"Princess, you forget yourself." She said firmly though softness could be distinguished as she spoke to her eldest friend. "We are all in this together. Why do you not instead concentrate your efforts in seeing what will happen to Luminare instead of throwing a childish tantrum, undignified of someone of your stature? "
Nemny felt herself blush in shame as her dear friend and lady-in-waiting gently scolded her behavior. Lady de Couternay was right. She was being childish instead of acting in the manner she was brought up to, being the only heir to the crown of Luminare.
Luminare, she thought softly to herself. Just a week ago she was dancing at a ball with one of her suitors, drinking wine, laughter filling the people of the court. Now no laughter could be heard from the once prosperous and luminous kingdom. King Vincent's men had marched in the capital with no warning, the army the biggest anyone had ever seen. They had given King Lenalon an ultimatum. Either, he made an alliance with the kingdom of Dahonea by giving him his daughter to wed, or they would forcibly take possession of the kingdom. Being that Princess Nemny is the sole heir to the throne, this would give King Vincent enormous power over the merchant city and it's famous ports. Her father, a peaceful man could not bring himself to risk having the kingdom known for its beautiful infrastructure, peaceful climate and many harbors destroyed over one man's greed. So her father and mother agreed to sign the treaty, thus selling their own daughter for the safety of their people. With a defeated sigh, Nemny sat down on a seat and began taking in her surroundings.
The room was just as vast if not bigger than her own back home. The walls were a soft lilac, which she immediately decided she hated. Long white silk drapes fell before the bay windows leading to a large balcony. The bed was more than enough to fit all three women and yet still have place for more. The bed covers were white with gold embroidery and the bed was littered with pillows of different shapes and sizes going from a deep purple to the same soft lilac as the walls. The floor was a deep purple with a white faux fur rug covering most of its surface. A small lounge which they were currently using was by one of the bay windows, the wood a deep mahogany. The same wood was used for dressers around and one door half opened showed a lavish bathroom in tints of light blue. She did not bother to look for the closet considering they hadn't let her bring any clothing, telling her they would supply her with a personal tailor. Her gaze kept sweeping the room critically as a soft knock was heard at the door. Nemny nodded at Ina who opened it slightly before she stepped back letting Francis in with a cart filled with fruits of all sorts, cheese and bred, a pitcher of juice and a pitcher of water on it as well. The butler raised a brow at the broken vase as he made his way to the small lounging area.
"Pardon me for the wait; the whole kingdom is upside down in preparation to the royal wedding Milady."
Nemny waved dismissively, her gaze darkening at the words he spoke. Lady de Courtenay sighed softly before she smiled at Francis.
"When will the tailor be sent? We lady's have no other garments then the ones on our backs. I would assume the King wouldn't let such an insult pass." As always, Lady de Couternay had a way with words in order to get what was necessary. Francis slightly flinched and bowed before the women again. "My deepest apologies, I'll look into the matter right away. If you could now excuse me." He bowed and walked out of the room without a sound.
Nemny let out an annoyed snort before she looked at both women.
"I will make his life a living hell." She said speaking of the king before she stood up and began walking around the room smashing every vase and sculpture she good lift. Inna and Lady de Couternay glanced at each other and shook their heads, both women keeping to themselves as they watched the Princess rage through the room. As she smashed everything she could, guards ran into the ransacked room swords out.
"What is going on your highness?" One of the men asked before a vase was hurled their way, the man barely stepping out in time.
"Get out, vile defiling creatures!" Nemny raged before she hurled a candle holder at the men who quickly walked out, their eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful fury.
Miss Ina stood up and gently placed a hand upon the princess's shoulder. "Princess please...don't make things worst..."
Just as Nemny was about to answer, the door flew open hard enough it slammed against the side walls. The king strode in giving the surroundings a slow assessment. "Now is this how a high class princess of Luminare acts?"
Nemny glared at him "What would know about class? You barbaric buffoon."
Both women behind her gasped softly as the king's gaze darkened. It took him all but two steps to reach the princess before he raised his hand and lashed it across her porcelain skin. The strike was hard enough to send the princess to the floor and astonished look on her face as she looked up at him, her hand rising to her now reddened cheek.
The king looked down at her, anger in his gaze. "You come into MY home, destroy MY furniture, insult MY men and insult ME?! I do not care for how precious you were back home. This is my home. My rules. You will obey me, whether it is of your own accord or if I have to force you. I will not be disrespected in my own home. Now raise yourself you look pitiful. The tailor will be here in a few moments. Gather yourself and act like the royalty you claim to be."
With that said, he whirled around slamming the door behind him, leaving three very astonished women behind.
"Don't move." He said as his cold eyes ran over the three forms, his lips curving in a sneer as the three women shied away from him quietly though one gave him a hate filled glare.
The coach came to a halt and a soldier clad in black armor, white silk strand attached to the helmet opened the door and set down the step for them to climb out. The man slid out first then offered a hand to each woman to help them off. Well each except the last who glared at him and snubbed his hand stepping off on her own. The man snorted before he barked orders at the men who hurriedly opened the doors leading to the main hall.
The palace was more than beautiful. The walls were white and black columns reaching the ceiling which was several stories high, stood proudly. Paintings of the royal family dating back several generations adorned the walls and the women couldn't help but be impressed by the display of wealth. The place was spotless, even the white marble floor they were walking on.
The women did not look too out of place though as they walked, heads held high, an impeccable posture and beautiful garments. One walked ahead of the others, her blue eyes cold as she held her hands above her waist, making sure she wouldn't trip on the shackles they had locked her in. As they reached the black large double doors at the end of the hall, they suddenly opened revealing a courtroom like no other. To say it was vast wouldn't be enough as it seemed to be endless, once more spotless white walls and white marble floor. A black rug was spread in the middle; the sides weaved with red silk and intricate crisscrossing patterns. Ahead of them, a man was sitting on a large white and gold throne, the royal cape over his shoulders as his eyes critically assessed the three women. As they reached him, standing a few feet away, the man who had brought them in bowed before addressing him.
"Your majesty, I bring forth your new wife to be. Princess Nemny, of the now fallen Luminare Kingdom; which we have easily conquered on his Majesty's behalf." The man remained bowed awaiting the king's word.
"At ease General Keller." The king rose from his throne and gracefully made his way to the Princess. As he reached her, Nemny stood straight as she glared at this brute they called a king. She had to admit he was as handsome as the legends told. Her sapphire blue eyes looked up into his honeyed hazel ones. She forced herself to stand straight, chin lifted as she let the hate for this king and his nation seep through her eyes. At the display, Vincent smirked and cupped the princess's chin firmly, enabling her from moving her head, which she didn't try anyway.
"So much loathing in your eyes Princess, you are going to be a Queen, it is time for you to rejoice" He said as his gaze traveled down to her lips and neck to rest over her well rounded bosom. She was wearing a corseted gown, richly embroidered the dress the same blue as her eyes, also the same blue as her nation's flag. Black and silver laces were woven throughout the dress in intricate patterns. Her raven hair brought up in a complex do, white pearls weaved into it, now had loose strands falling over her soft features and down her back, the do having suffered damage when they seized her.
"How can I be a Queen to such barbaric people ruled by a Neanderthal king? " She spat, venom in her voice though she kept her composure. The King of Dahonea erupted in a booming laughter which was quickly joined by the other men in the room.
"Barbaric you say? Then maybe our dove of a Queen will be able to instate some class into our ranks. "With that said he turned around motioning his General to follow.
"Bring her to her quarters; let her chambermaid and lady-in-waiting go with her. Do not let her leave her room for any other reason then at my request. "With that said the king turned around in all his glory and walked out through a door at the right of the throne. The General then turned to the three women and motioned for them to follow him, a soldier closing the march.
" I'd take your arm General but evidently I've been shackled like the prisoner that I am" Nemny said as she gave him a disgusted side glance, her lady-in-waiting, Lady de Courtenay walking silently poised next to her though she gave the Princess worried glances.
As they arrived to large white and gold double doors, a butler which was waiting by its side bowed and opened the door. "Princess de Luminare, Lady de Courtenay, Miss Ina. " He greeted each woman in turn and by hierarchy as he ushered them in. Turning to the General he glared indignantly at the man. "Remove the shackles from the ladies, it is insulting to the house. "
The general grunted lightly before he removed the shackles keeping the princess for last. "Careful she's a feisty one, were it me, you would be in a dungeon and not such a plush room. "
Nemny glared at him nearly slapping him for his insult. "Well thank the gods you are not king, then again, no man from Dahonae is fit to be one." She retorted dryly causing him to pause as he removed the shackles. He glared down at her and they remained still for a moment until the butler cleared his throat impatiently. With that he finished untying her and left the room closing the door, surprisingly without a sound.
"Pardon his non-existent manners Princess. Would you and your ladies like some refreshments? Perhaps something to eat? "He asked gently, his tone quite warm and fatherly. Nemny immediately felt herself warming up to the old man. "Please, something sweet to drink, cold and maybe some fruits and bread? We had a tiresome travel." The butler nodded and began walking back towards the doors. "My name is Francis. Shall you need anything simply ring for me. I shall be back soon with your order Princess." With that he bowed and exited the room.
No sooner had he left that Nemny paid honor to her legendary temper. "How dare he?! I am not some mere prisoner he can choose to bend back at his will. "She exploded causing Miss Ina and Lady de Couternay to look at each other with a soft sigh.
"I don't even understand how this, this, this brute can even imagine I would let him soil my name and body with his tainted touch. He shall remain childless for I will never lay with him. Despicable vile creature these men of Dahonea!" She grabbed a vase from a heavy mahogany table and threw it at the door causing it to smash in pieces the beautiful art now reduced to a pile of rubble on the floor.
"Milady please." Her chambermaid said softly as she walked towards the door and began cleaning up the broken shards of glass. Lady de Couternay, far from letting the princess's outburst impress her, sat down and folded her hands in her lap.
"Princess, you forget yourself." She said firmly though softness could be distinguished as she spoke to her eldest friend. "We are all in this together. Why do you not instead concentrate your efforts in seeing what will happen to Luminare instead of throwing a childish tantrum, undignified of someone of your stature? "
Nemny felt herself blush in shame as her dear friend and lady-in-waiting gently scolded her behavior. Lady de Couternay was right. She was being childish instead of acting in the manner she was brought up to, being the only heir to the crown of Luminare.
Luminare, she thought softly to herself. Just a week ago she was dancing at a ball with one of her suitors, drinking wine, laughter filling the people of the court. Now no laughter could be heard from the once prosperous and luminous kingdom. King Vincent's men had marched in the capital with no warning, the army the biggest anyone had ever seen. They had given King Lenalon an ultimatum. Either, he made an alliance with the kingdom of Dahonea by giving him his daughter to wed, or they would forcibly take possession of the kingdom. Being that Princess Nemny is the sole heir to the throne, this would give King Vincent enormous power over the merchant city and it's famous ports. Her father, a peaceful man could not bring himself to risk having the kingdom known for its beautiful infrastructure, peaceful climate and many harbors destroyed over one man's greed. So her father and mother agreed to sign the treaty, thus selling their own daughter for the safety of their people. With a defeated sigh, Nemny sat down on a seat and began taking in her surroundings.
The room was just as vast if not bigger than her own back home. The walls were a soft lilac, which she immediately decided she hated. Long white silk drapes fell before the bay windows leading to a large balcony. The bed was more than enough to fit all three women and yet still have place for more. The bed covers were white with gold embroidery and the bed was littered with pillows of different shapes and sizes going from a deep purple to the same soft lilac as the walls. The floor was a deep purple with a white faux fur rug covering most of its surface. A small lounge which they were currently using was by one of the bay windows, the wood a deep mahogany. The same wood was used for dressers around and one door half opened showed a lavish bathroom in tints of light blue. She did not bother to look for the closet considering they hadn't let her bring any clothing, telling her they would supply her with a personal tailor. Her gaze kept sweeping the room critically as a soft knock was heard at the door. Nemny nodded at Ina who opened it slightly before she stepped back letting Francis in with a cart filled with fruits of all sorts, cheese and bred, a pitcher of juice and a pitcher of water on it as well. The butler raised a brow at the broken vase as he made his way to the small lounging area.
"Pardon me for the wait; the whole kingdom is upside down in preparation to the royal wedding Milady."
Nemny waved dismissively, her gaze darkening at the words he spoke. Lady de Courtenay sighed softly before she smiled at Francis.
"When will the tailor be sent? We lady's have no other garments then the ones on our backs. I would assume the King wouldn't let such an insult pass." As always, Lady de Couternay had a way with words in order to get what was necessary. Francis slightly flinched and bowed before the women again. "My deepest apologies, I'll look into the matter right away. If you could now excuse me." He bowed and walked out of the room without a sound.
Nemny let out an annoyed snort before she looked at both women.
"I will make his life a living hell." She said speaking of the king before she stood up and began walking around the room smashing every vase and sculpture she good lift. Inna and Lady de Couternay glanced at each other and shook their heads, both women keeping to themselves as they watched the Princess rage through the room. As she smashed everything she could, guards ran into the ransacked room swords out.
"What is going on your highness?" One of the men asked before a vase was hurled their way, the man barely stepping out in time.
"Get out, vile defiling creatures!" Nemny raged before she hurled a candle holder at the men who quickly walked out, their eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful fury.
Miss Ina stood up and gently placed a hand upon the princess's shoulder. "Princess please...don't make things worst..."
Just as Nemny was about to answer, the door flew open hard enough it slammed against the side walls. The king strode in giving the surroundings a slow assessment. "Now is this how a high class princess of Luminare acts?"
Nemny glared at him "What would know about class? You barbaric buffoon."
Both women behind her gasped softly as the king's gaze darkened. It took him all but two steps to reach the princess before he raised his hand and lashed it across her porcelain skin. The strike was hard enough to send the princess to the floor and astonished look on her face as she looked up at him, her hand rising to her now reddened cheek.
The king looked down at her, anger in his gaze. "You come into MY home, destroy MY furniture, insult MY men and insult ME?! I do not care for how precious you were back home. This is my home. My rules. You will obey me, whether it is of your own accord or if I have to force you. I will not be disrespected in my own home. Now raise yourself you look pitiful. The tailor will be here in a few moments. Gather yourself and act like the royalty you claim to be."
With that said, he whirled around slamming the door behind him, leaving three very astonished women behind.
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