Name: Isa<br/>Age: 17<br/>Appearance:m<a class="postlink" href="http://pixbim.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/anime-girl-with-white-hair-and-blue.jpg">http://pixbim.com/wp-content/uploads/20 ... d-blue.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Isa was silent, keeping her head down and her bright blue eyes to the floor as the odd pair of the King's younger brother and a new slave woman made their way to the dining hall. Her gown, matching her eyes to a T, was rather... tight on her, showing off the fair sized bosom she had, which didn't help with the gawkers. Maximillian didn't seem to notice as he strutted through the hall, giving her the occasional nudge forward when she fell back a bit.<br/><br/>"Now then, remember what I say.  You are to do whatever he wishes, regardless of how you may feel about it. You know what you must do?" They stopped at the door, and Isa gave a nod. As if the embarrassment of becoming a slave was bad enough, now she had to dirty her hands with a prince's blood. In time, at least.<br/><br/>Maximillian pushed the door open with one hand, giving his nephew a wide grin. "Ken! Look what I found when I was perusing the marketplace! I thought it might lessen the load of my dear brother's dying, seeing as you are to become king once he is gone." Isa's eyes turned up to look at Maximillian's brown, near black eyes. It was pretty clear he was trying to fake sadness, but she knew better. Why would this pompous asshole want someone younger than him to take the throne when he had every right? That's what Isa was here for, anyways.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she let out a surprised yelp when she felt a pat on her rump, sending her towards the prince. "She is extremely obedient, so do whatever it is men your age like to do" The King's brother arched an amused brow, and Isa began to blush.