Angelique watched as a carriage escorted by soldiers on horseback rode up to wait on the dock. One man in particular caught her eye, tall, dark haired, blue eyed. Turning to see what he was staring at she saw the Princess. She sighed heavily, so that was her betrothed, lucky girl. If only she had been so lucky, she wouldn’t be in another foreign land.<br/><br/>She finished coiling the rope and was turning to return to her cabin, shed her boy’s togs, dress in the sole gown and disembark. She had only managed to take a few steps before rough hands grabbed her arms, throwing her on the ground.<br/><br/>Angelique cried out, scrambling to regain her footing but several men surrounded her preventing her from moving. “It’s about time you pay for teasing us with your pretty face and tight ass boy,” one said, his hands moving to his breeches. “Don’t touch me you bastards,” she screamed amidst the laughter and crude comments. Struggling as they pinned her to the rough deck, one ripped her shirt open to reveal her bindings. “Well, well what we got here,” taking his knife and cutting the binding to loose her full breasts. “Eric’s been hiding something, oh girly you gonna enjoy this,” leaning down to bite her nipples. “No... Stop it,” she screamed. Wrenching her leg loose she brought her knee up to strike him hard in the groin. The man doubled over and rolled off her. Her victory short lived as she took a hard blow to the side of her head, rendering her unconscious.<br/>