Sandra
As Feyre was tossed into the room, the door was slammed shut and locked behind her. The King's chambers were lit dimly by candlelight and as Feyre looked around, the neat and unsettlingly tidy room came into view. It was decorated with plaques of coat of arms and what looked like hundreds of books along one of the walls. The bed looked to be like the most comfortable bed Feyre had ever seen and there was but a single window; locked however.
Paul
*As Feyre fell onto the wooden floors, she let out a frustrated yell before stammering to her feet and trying to catch the door before it locked. Her chained hands slammed against the large double doors in defeat, the sounds of the chains jingling quietly as the girl slid back down to the ground and rested her head against the wall.*

"No..."

*She breathed, the broken tone in her voice coming out in a whisper. Feyre had her eyes shut in deep thought of how exactly she got to where she was now. Of how this was even real life. Wearbears?* **King** *Bears? It was all so much to take in.*

*But as the young girl weakly lifted her head, she noticed the state of cleanliness to it. And how... Normal it all seemed. Her eyes squinted to adjust to the dim light that cascaded overhead; finding it all rather beautiful for someone so- cruel. Feyre slowly started to stand up once more, wobbling over towards the center of the room and examining its features more.*

*Even with bound hands, she was able to escape the thought of it for just a moment. Her curiousness taking over her when she noticed a shelf that held a bunch of books and tinker-ments. Feyre pulled one from the shelve and held it awkwardly in her hands- given they were cuffed - and slowly started looking over it. She wondered if it was a picture book as she flipped through the pages. But when nothing but black ink marked the pages; a frown slightly pursed the girls lips. She couldn't read, and wasn't sure she wanted to try even if she was going to be stuck in here.*

*Feyre carefully placed the book back into its respective slot, turning back around with a small sigh. However, when her eyes fell on the massive bed that fit like the center piece of the room; the girls eyes danced with relief. She had never been able to afford a night in a hotel at Alynthi, so seeing such a comfortable thing made her bones scream for rest. The woman slowly lingered over to the bedside and touched the silk like sheets, staring in awe.*
Josh
Soon after Feyre found her way to the King's massive bed, the door could be heard unlocking and then opening. In stepped a woman of all things, dressed in a maid's clothing and draped in red. She looked around a moment and when her eyes fell upon Feyre daring to touch the King's bed, she widened her eyes in alarm.

"Tsk, tsk! You shant be touching the King's things, deary. He notices a hari out 'o place an it'll be yer head, it will."

The chamberlain had quite the accent, but she was at least understandable. She scurried over to Feyre and looked at the chains on her hands. She clicked her tongue and pulled out what must have been a set of master keys for all over the castle. After fiddling with them for quite some time, she found the correct key and unlocked the chains, freeing Feyre's hands once and for all. She then looked up at Feyre and shook her head.

"Well, the master can't bed you looking like that, can he? I'll never 'ere the end of it. Come now, I'm Yenn. We must bathe you at once!"

The chamberlain then began to tug at Feyre towards one of the rooms connected to the bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door and practically began to undress Feyre.
Paul
*Feyre almost jumped clear out of her skin once the door opened. Her attention snapped towards the door in alarm; only to see a maid enter with a confused look. The girl didn't have much time to react before this lady started bickering about. Her face remaining in a puzzled state as her cuffs came off. Feyre then opened her mouth to speak once the two met eyes.*

"Why are you doing this..? H-Hey!"

*As Yenn strung Feyre along, she limped quickly behind to keep up. Bathe? She thought to herself. Why would a prisoner get bathed? Though, the young woman didn't have time to think- Yenn had already started pulling off her rags that were doing little to nothing to cover her thin hungry body. Feyre quickly covered her chest, and squeezed her legs together in awkward silence before speaking once more.*

"Do you bathe all your prisoners? And.. Why do i have to be in the same room as the king? Surly you hold prison cells..."

*Feyre let her eyes linger around the lavish bathing room as she trailed off, taking in the sight of all the crystal like ornaments and* **Clean** *Flowing water. She soon fell silent before mumbling.*

"Though... I'm not apposed to staying in an actual room than a dirty cell."
Josh
Yenn hummed to herself a rather lovely tune but stopped when Feyre began asking questions. She stopped dead in her tracks and raised an eyebrow at the lass.

"Do you not know why women are sent to a lords chambers? Were you raised under a rock, deary?"

Yenn, in truth, didn't mean to sound so rude but it was a bit jarring to have a woman not know her purpose in a man's let alone a king's bedroom. She noticed Feyre's leg and let out a sigh, but before long she helped Feyre into the bath and began to scrub her body clean. All the while, she took note of how skinny and frail the poor girl was. Perhaps she was raised under a rock..

Yenn then began to hum which soon turned to singing. It sounded melancholy.. Almost as if it were a warning as to what was to come.

"*Sleep my darling tiny one
Tucked within your bed so tight
Else the old grey wolf will come
And grab you by your side
He'll snatch you up between his teeth
If on the bed's edge you sleep
And drag you to the forest deep
Beneath the quaking tree
So close your eyes and fall asleep
Count the little wooly sheep
Tucked so tightly you must keep
Or he will come for you.*"
Paul
*Feyre fell silent at Yenns words. Starting to pick apart the true meaning behind being sent to a King's room. But in spite of that knowledge; the maids song brought goosebumps to the pale girls skin. They bedded deep and crawled all over, like her body was even listening to the horrors to come.*

*The pure blood let Yenn wash her clean, feeling herself slip away in some sort of weird limbo between the warm calm of the water and the chilling thoughts of being bedded by a monster. Feyre's eyes dimmed as she began to stare off into the soppy bubbles of the water. Perhaps lingering in this comforting feeling for as long as she could would do.*

*But even so... What if there was no escape?*
Josh
Once Yenn was done scrubbing Feyre clean, she pulled away from the tub and walked over to a closet. When she opened it, she browed through a wide array of clothes, namely women's gowns. She pulled one out and strung it up over a partition. Yenn walked back over and helped Feyre out of the tub and began to dry her off with a towel. There was a strange calmness in the room as Yenn continued to hum the tune from before.

"Alright m'lady all clean and dry. Now, let's get you dressed for the master."

Yenn gently led Feyre over to the partition and began to dress her in the gown she had picked out. It was really quite lovely to tell the truth. 

"I take it since you seem so new to being a lord's eh.. Woman for the night, that you've never been in bed with a man have ye? Worry not, love, the king is.. Let's just say you treat him right and he'll not let you go hungry, deary."

Yenn finishes dressing Feyre and took a step back, her eyes scanning over the girl for anything amiss. When she was satisfied with her work, Yenn led Feyre back out into the King's bedroom and sat her on the bed.

"The King shant be long. Tomorrow I'll.. I'll show you around the castle, hm? Get some food on those bones as well."

Yenn gave Feyre a rather pitiful smile before turning and heading toward the door. Yenn new what was going to happen, but there wasn't much she could say or do to make it better for Feyre.
Paul
*Quiet stayed the pure blood human as Yenn worked her magic on the girl. Duller Feyre's eyes became at every mention the maid took note of her not being some slag. Because in truth, she was still a celibate. Still never had her frist kiss, or even had time to wonder what it would be like. To fall in love, that is.*

*As the two made their way out of the warm and peaceful washroom; Feyre glanced back at her last moments of deliverance. She had to get used to such clothing she was dressed in though; finding it hard to do much in the flowing arms and long draping ends that almost made her trip over her own feet every time she walked.*

*At Yenn's attempt to show her around tomorrow; all Feyre could do was simply look up at her and return a faint nodd. Her eyes holding back hot tears and pleading screams. She wished Yenn could take her now, show her how to get out. But alas, it seemed things weren't going to turn in her favor any time soon.*

*The freshly bathed girl sat upon King Alyus's bed, her feet dangling off the edge as the cold air nipped at her feet. She trained her eyes at the door in silence. An unbelievable fear crawling up her spine at knowing that beast was going to barge in here at any moment. Feyre debated some things in those moments. Weather she should run and try to hide, try to find an exit, or simply try and reason with him. But that in itself sounded ridiculous.*

*So, she sat in wait. Staring lifelessly at the door to see how this night would play out. She just prayed maybe he would be too tired to try anything. Just maybe.*
Shawn
It was well over an hour before the door to the bedroom finally opened once more, but who stepped inside would surely be a surprise to Feyre. It was a man. He was tall, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. He had quite the scruff on his chin and jaw, but overall he was clean-looking. He paid no mind to Feyre and simply walked over to a table. He picked up a book and took a seat across from the bed, but his eyes never looked up to meet Feyre's.

The man picked up a book and opened it, crossing one leg over the other and resting his head on his hand. He was.. Reading. Without so much as a word or glance to the freshly bathed woman in the room. Who was he? Was he the king or perhaps a guard?
Paul
*Feyre had slumped over onto the bed after a few, finding the softness of the King's sheets calling her to sleep. But once the bedroom doors creaked open and softly shut- it was enough to jolt the human right up from her slumber. She sat upright at lighting speed; darting her eyes towards the sound of movement. However, she thought her eyes deceived her when they laid upon a man she had never seen before.*

*The girl tilted her head slowly as she trailed his stalky-like stature, watching him flow through the room effortlessly. Her brows furrowed in confusion as he stayed silent and sat down with no acknowledgement of her presence. He didn't look like any guard she had seen drag her in here. But nonetheless, where was the king?*

*Feyre shifted to face forward on the bed, so that her eyes were focused ahead on the stranger who sat at the table side. She quietly cleared her throat before speaking; her voice hushed due to the fear of speaking without being spoken to.*

"W-Where is King Alyus..?"
Shawn
The man flipped a page in his book and finally his eyes darted upward to meet Feyre's. There they were, those icy blue eyes that pierced her in the throne room. He stared at her for a moment, as if he were silently judging her. He let out a sigh and closed the book, placing it back on the table in silence. He then stood up and walked around the table and in front of Feyre. It was then the man finally spoke, revealing who he was.

"What makes you think my guards would allow another man into my room."

He leaned down ever so slightly and took in the way she looked. Alyus then stood up straight and scratched his chin. She was rather beautiful, there was no doubting it. But she was still a human. Alyus himself was dressed in royal clothing, the red being unmistakable across his shirt. But when he began to remove it was when Feyre would realize this was *Actually* Happening. As Alyus removed his shirt, he revealed his chest and the many battle scars that covered it. But no sight was worse than his back where welts from a past life scarred him.

"Yenn told me you're a celibate. Is that true?"
Paul
*Meeting the eyes of the King was something Feyre was sure she would never be able to forget after that moment. She sucked in a breath once he started to speak, hearing that reverberating base of his voice. It could have caved in this whole room if he wanted. On the other hand, the girl felt frozen at the fact that the king was a shapeshifter as well. Not that it was too surprising considering the guards but- Seeing his human face was a sight to behold.*

*Even if he was a monster.*

*Feyre's eyes started to widen though when she saw Alyus starting to undress. Her face unknowingly lit up that flustered color of pink as she quickly looked away. Her voice now stammering as she tried to speak.*

"I-I.. Yes but- i wanted to wait to find the right one you see... I wanted to experience love before anything else. Surly you can understand that-"

*As the young girl talked she started to back away. Call it instinct if you will. Without knowing where she was going though, a small gasp escaped the girls lips when she hit the back of the bed frame, looking up above her head to see what it was. Those blue grey eyes flashed back to the King in nervous panic. Regardless of if he was bear or man, she wished he had moral decency.*
Shawn
Alyus watched her in silence, but her words of love brought bitterness rather than pity. As a young prince, Alyus witnessed the way his father and brother treated women. It never sat well with him, but he was no rapist. All the women the King has had were consensual, whether it be through the desire to bed a king or for pay. Alyus would not force himself onto a woman, no matter how much it frustrated him. But he had a point to make.

Alyus grabbed Feyre's ankles and yanked her into his waist. He leaned over her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head and staring right through her. Call it dominance or a power trip, the King had a reputation to uphold. He wanted people to fear him, mainly so they'd stay away. No one would ever know this and Alyus would take it to his grave, but he had a crippling fear of commitment. Not through experience, but through watching how miserable his father made his mother. 

Alyus leaned down, getting dangerously close to her face as he spoke.

"If you won't service me this way, you'll service me another and earn your keep."

Alyus stared at her for a long moment before he finally pulled away. The King grabbed his shirt and slipped it on back over his head, but not before he revealed his scar covered back. With a frustrated sigh, he turned back around to face her.

"You will be my new chambermaid. You'll fetch what I want and who I want when I want you to. Now, what is your name, human."
Paul
*Feyre let out a surprised yelp when Alyus dragged her back to him. She reached her hands up for a split second in reaction- however, they were quick to be pinned back into the bed. Looking up with a dazed and timorous look, Feyre audibly gasped as the two shared such a close, and rather personally moment. Staring quietly up at the King's face, Feyre lingered over his features. She found herself forgetting the power play position she was forced into while gazing in those ice cold eyes. Something about them... They told a story.*

*When Alyus moved away, the human let out a soft breath of air and tried her best to relax. Feyre listened to what the King had said, but just found it all the more confusing. She slowly sat up, lifting her eyes to see the back of Alyu's bare skin. What showed was nothing less of horrifying. Feyre took in every small, and big detail of the King's scars. Wondering what kind of tales held within him. But, maybe that should wait. She still didn't even know why she was here.*

"Why are you doing this..?"

*She asked quietly. Tilting her head to the side to look over him more; the young pure blood played with the sleeves of her new dress. However, when Alyus turned back around- She was quick to hide her face and choked up a response.*

"M... My name is Feyre, Sir."