Gantrick Guards
After a long and harrowing journey, the guards arrived at their home of Gantrick, and more specifically, Gantrick Castle. The halls they walked through were lined with black marble with statues of the great white polar bears on either side of the entrance to the throne room. The large wooden doors opened and revealed the grand throne room of the castle. There was a long blood red carpet that stretched all the way to a throne where yet another large anthropomorphic bear sat, but on his lap was a woman. The sound of giggling echoed in the empty room, but as the doors to the throne room closed with a loud bang, all fell silent.

The only sound was the rattling of the girl's chains as she was led by the two guards who captured her. The walk to the throne felt like it lasted an eternity, but once they reached the bottom of the small staircase that led up to the throne, the two guards knelt. Upon seeing their captive still standing, one stood and walked behind her, grabbing her by the back of the head and forcing her to her knees on the cold floor.

"On your knees before the great King, welp!"

The guard then moved back to his original position and knelt before his king. The second guard then spoke.

"We captured a human, your majesty. She's one of the rare ones.."
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*Feyre had felt as if her body had left her during that long and exhausting travel. Her already starved body looked horrifyingly ill. The poor girls leg was burning on the inside as she took those agonizing steps up to the throne, eyes still down at the ground. When the guard forced her to her knees however, Feyre let out a quiet yelp as her legs gave below her.*

*Her tired and empty blue-grey eyes slowly lifted up the long narrow stairs until they fell on the king, taking in what she believed was the largest bear she had ever seen. If it wasn't for her current state of disarray; Feyre would have be trying to muster the strength to high tail her way out of here. But, the bitter truth was that this human was just that. A normal, helpless human who had the faintest clue of the life outside of the forest.*

*And now she was faced with a bear king, in his ice castle.*

"I..."

*Feyre gulped the dryness away in the back of her throat as she tried to take in everything at once. The gaurds words however lingered in the back of her mind. A 'rare one'? What did that mean? Nonetheless, why was she here? The young woman shifted on her knees, trying to stay off her bruised leg that had already swollen and turned shades of dark purple. She kept her eyes up at the king, trying to not look like she was frightened.*

"I- I'm not '*Rare*'. I'm not a magic holder, nor an elf. I'm just a pure blood human..."

*The girl rattled her shackles as she squinted up at the large polar bear, noticing the woman who sat upon his lap who looked more like a strumpet than anything.*

"So if you're here to eat me i'd advise you that i probably wouldn't taste very well."
King Alyus Archaius
As the doors to his keep opened, the King barely batted an eye, but when the loud bang interrupted him whispering dirty nothings into the whore's ear who sat on his lap, he rolled his eyes and dragged them to the three individuals who dared interrupt his free time. As they came closer he squinted slightly at the female who was forced to her knees before him. When one of the guards explained what they had brought him, his relaxed back into his chair to ponder. It was only when the human dared speak without being spoken to, that the King sat up and forced the whore off of his lap. His voice boomed,

"To my chambers."

The whore bowed then scurried off. The king's ice like eyes tore through Feyre and before long he stood to his towering height. He was, indeed, the largest shapeshifter anyone had ever seen, both out of his animals forms and in them. He stomped his way down the steps to his throne before stopping right in front of the woman. His paws clenched at his sides as he breathed, his breath coming out ragged.

"Perhaps you can join me in my chambers as well, human."

One of the King's massive paws reached down, grabbing the girl by her hair as he forced her to look up at him.

"Have you ever been in the presence of royalty? Do you not have a clue as to who you're looking at? Have humans really fallen so far to forget how to act and present themselves in front of a King as great as I?"
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"Anh-"

*Feyre let out a whimper at the jabbing feeling of the king's paw that forced its way through her hair. She wasn't glaring anymore, no, fear had settled in now. The human began to tremble at how close this bear had come, still not used to seeing such a thing as a shapeshifter before. Feyre's eyes darted away the moment her face was forced infront of the king, her body-language showing tell tale signs of distress and anxiousness.*

"I... I never knew anything outside of the Greenheart forest. All i know of are the elven people and certain magic holders-"

*The poor girl tensed up as she held her breath, not sure if this would be her last. If being mauled by a giant, magic bear was the way to go... Feyre wished it was quick and painless. Thousands of thoughts raced through her head, as well as the face paced beat of her heart that pounded in her chest, through her ears- she was almost positive anyone in the room could hear it by now.*

*But with a quick last second decision, the human spoke once more; hoping to save her some time.*

"I'm s-sure you are a mighty King... No?"
King Alyus Archaius
The king tilted his head slightly at her words. Was she.. Trying to compliment him? Perhaps save herself time, the King was no fool. He leaned in, his hot breath rolling off his tongue as he answered her question.

"The mightiest. Do you not know my name then?"

The King set her down, but much more gentle than the way he picked her up. He then turned his back to her, walking back up to his throne and taking a set as he rested his head on his paw. His blue eyes danced over her, rather hungrily mind you. Was he showing kindness or mercy? Only time would say.
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*Feyre clenched an eye shut as the King's snout touched her cheek. A chill ran down her spine at just how thunderous his voice bellowed. At the question he asked, Feyre wasn't sure lying would get her out of this one. But, given how he somewhat put her down she went along with that optimums tone in her voice.*

"No..- Your Majesty. I'm afraid not. I know nothing of your kind, because i grew up alone without parents. The elves only taught me about alynthi and nothing more."

*Her eyes slowly shifted back up to meet the King's now that there was breathing room between them. She felt unbelievably vulnerable for the first time in her life, and it was something that put her off big time. Feyre tried to clear her throat and think of better things to say. It's not like a viscous king wanted to hear about her sad life in poverty.*

*The small girl watched as the King loomed his eyes over her; making her close her arms around her body to hide the holes and tears of the rags she was wearing. With some hesitation, she went on.*

"May i know your name? Or do all great Kings go by simply that, a King."
King Alyus Archaius
The King let out a bellowing laugh at how simple the girl seemed to be. The guards also chorted with him, but when the King stopped, they did as well. The thought of someone not knowing the highest populated race in the land was a baffling one. The King sighed, but when she asked for his name he tilted his head slightly in amusement. If the elves don't know how to teach a young girl the greats kings and queens across Lucidien, they surely lost their minds.

"I am King Alyus Archaius."

Before anyone else could speak, both guards stood up straight and banged their weapons to the cold ground, the sound bouncing off the walls loudly.

"All hail the Great King Alyus!"

And just like that, they fell back to their knees. They didn't expect much from a human, but her ignorance was down right pitiful. Alyus shifted in his seat and scratched his white hairy chin. What to do with her? Perhaps she could be his new chambermaid..

"Were you a whore in Alynthi? Given your.. Rags."
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*The sound of laughter closed in on Feyre as she lowered her head in embarrassment. She knew they were laughing at her, who wouldn't? Though soon that laughter would be flushed out with the sound of metal banging against the ground when Alyus spoke of his mighty title.*

*The golden haired female wasn't sure what to do or say in the mitts of a King, never having the pleasure to do so. Even so, the words Alyus said next surly shocked the young girl. 'whore'. Sure, Feyre was old enough to know what a whore was, but being called that?-*

"What? No! Of course not. How dare you-"

*Her cheeks flushed up a bright red as she halted in her words, shooting up a sour look at the King in disbelief. How could someone say something so... Rotten. Feyre hugged herself tighter, quickly looking away in spite of what he had said. Her voice however, lowered as she spoke.*

"Living alone in a forest isn't so lavish... Your Majesty."
King Alyus Archaius
The King began to laugh at her flushed face, but when the words, 'How dare you.' left the humans lips, the laughing stopped very suddenly. Her little comment would not go unnoticed, by anyone in the room. The guards eyes widened at her bravery to say such a thing but there dared not move. Alyus stood from his throne once more, his eyes slowly filling with rage.

"How dare.. How dare ***I?!***"

He shouted, his booming voice echoing off the walls and sending chills down the guards spines. As the King stood, his paws clenched once more and he made his way down the steps in front of Feyre once more.

"You'll do good to mind your tongue when you speak to me unless you wish to lose it entirely. Guard-"

Alyus turned his head to the grizzly bear guard and he jumped before standing up straight but no words left his lips.

"-take the whore out of my room and place this one in it. She'll learn her lesson one way or another. Lock her in there."
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*Feyre jumped herself at the sudden shift in tone and body-language of the King. As he made his way down the steps, she started to scoot herself backwards to try and keep space between them. Her eyes filled with terror at Alyus's words of locking her up in his room. What has she done..*

"Nn.. Wait- wait please-"

*The girl whipped her head behind her towards the guards as she began backing away from them as well. There was a sense of panic that overwhelmed her. So much so that Feyre was forcing herself up on that bruised and bloody leg; whimpering in pain. Her blue-grey eyes flashed to Alyus in some sort of silent plea.*

*Could a king have mercy?*