<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Danielle Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The eldest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4e51f369-c715-4651-ade7-9f8d4b695ba4_zps51b9a8d9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Danielle woke up with a massive headache and something sticky in her hair. She probed with her finger and it felt warm. When she pulled her hand back she saw something red on her fingers and she knew that someone must have knocked her out. She sat up and nearly vomited from the dizzy feeling. Where was she? It took her a few seconds to count the Aeide colours everywhere and the fact that she was naked together, to uderstand that she was in Leon's tent. The memory came slowly back, she had climaxed on Leon's knees and then Yakari... Oh, no, not again. The despair was worse than the headache. She had once more disappointed Yakari and tears rolled down her cheeks. She got up halfblind and stumbled into a rack with weapons, tumbling them to the ground. Angrily she kicked with her bare feet some of Leon's clothes. With her tear-filled eyes and her despair she missed the face of the servant looking into the tent and quickly retreating again. If she would have seen him, she would have probably dressed totally embarrassed. So she was still naked when the guards stormed in. The servant had alarmed them that a woman was rampaging in the tent of Sir Leon Aeide. One of the guards threw a blanket over her, covering her naked body, while the other grabbed her clothes. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“I...I...hey, take your hands of me..."<br/></span><br/>Danielle whipped her elbow up and she hit the guard right on his nose, drawing some blood immediately. Before she understood what happened, the other guard threw her over his shoulder and carried her away. Some people looked at her amused when she was carried uphill and she was beet-red from embarrassment. If her father would learn about that, he would spank her red and blue. They entered the palace and then walked downstairs, one level, two levels. The air was damp and stale here, stinking of beer, shit and sweat. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Where was this brute carrying her? Did he want to rape her? No, that wasn't possible, he was a royal guard. Iron bars came into her view, then she was put down on a hard bench and her clothes were thrown next to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Maybe a night in here will teach you not to hit royal guards, wench."</span><br/><br/>Danielle opened her mouth in shock. How did that guy call her, a wench? She was Lady Danielle Karembeux! But no tone left her lips as she watched in horror how the door was closed and the key turned several times and then the guards disappeared and she was all alone. Oh, no, she was in the dungeons! She had to spend a night here in this cold, wet place. This must be a mistake. She jumped up and rattled at the door.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Come back, come back, this was a mistake! Come back! Pleaaase!"</span><br/><br/>Tears appeared again in her eyes. What had happened to her in one day? How could her life turn into such a mess within one day? She shivered from despair and the cold air. Removing the blanket she grabbed her dress and then all her movements stopped in shock.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Now, that is quite the view. Could you turn around please? I would like to see the other sides too."</span><br/><br/>Danielle's head jerked to the right, where the voice had came from. In the next cell lay a man on the cot and looked at her with an amused grin in his face. He was bloody, beaten, but his eyes were sparkling even in the low light of the torches. Danielle's hands covered her breasts and her center in one quick motion. The guy in the next cell laughed out loud.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"My, your reflexes are quick, girl. Don't be so selfish, you should grant a lord some deeper insight, if he already has to spend the night in such a place. On the other hand, if you can't tell me now, how you dress yourself like that, then we both may make a deal that you turn around one time slowly, without your hands in front of the interesting parts and I allow you to dress then quickly before you get a cold. Now, what do you think?"</span><br/><br/>Even in the low light the guy probably saw the deep-red blush in Danielle's face. But she was already shivering from the cold and finally she put her hands at her side and turned one time around, before quickly slipping into her clothes and wrapping the blanket around her. When she sat down on the bench, he chuckled.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"And, did it hurt, girl? Now we both feel better."</span><br/><br/>Sobs began to shake her when she allowed the desperation to take over her body.</div>