Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)
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				Title: <strong>Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 23:13:02</strong>
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				Prince Rokan, an easily despisable man, motioned for his guards to open the armored carriage's door, and bring out their prisoner, prisoners, as the case had it, but Rokan wasn't one to dwell on detail. One princess and a...whatever the other girl was, servant, whatever, was as good as a lone princess to him.<br><br>"Welcome to your new home," he said, "there is one exit, and you'll be provided for, by your hosts, the Rokeidan Empire, through Merrick, here."<br><br>He pointed out a huge man, walking by, dragging a sled with a large stack of bricks on it. The man wore only leggings, and an apron, like that of a blacksmith, and a steel face-mask. It was a cage-mask, a kind of knigtly helmet, but without any of the decorative quality, something made for hard work, and perhaps to disguise something no one wanted to see.<br><br>"You can think of him as part of the scenery," he said.<br><br>His simple smile changed to a vicous sneer. He wanted the princess to suffer, he wondered how long she would last before trying to escape, she wasn't the first prisoner Merrick had guarded, and he'd never had an escaped one yet, and that included knights, lords, soldiers, even quite a few at a time, though none ever so much as bruised Merrick.<br><br>Rokan knew Merrick had been a soldier once, and then a peasant knight, promoted for skill and his morale boosting effect on the troops, and it showed, his huge form was one carved of solid muscle.<br><br>The single gate was bolted and locked in iron, and Merrick carried the key, Rokan knew his father, the emperor, would have him check up on the princess, but he knew nothing would happen to her. The irony was that Merrick, while a complete brute, was also very calm, and had never once complained, as far as Rokan knew, and rarely said much of anything.<br><br>As Rokan thought about it, perhaps the servant girl was a bonus, Merrick couldn't cook to suit the tastes of a princess, nor would he try, and he imagined that the girl might hurt herself trying to escape over the sheer vertical wall if she got too unhappy.<br><br>"When your father decides to co-operate, we'll let you go, do you understand?" he asked, ordering the guards to let them go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 00:06:37</strong>
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				Xanthe, stepped out lightly, her small chin pointed in the air of defiance, while her maid, Marpessa, a tall willowy girl was on the verge of hysteria. Though Xanthe's strong little face looked like one of an angel's, her appearance was deceiving. <br><br>Her father even agreed she was a handful, curious, adventurous and outspoken, you could say Xanthe was a feminist of her time. Being 19, she was supposed to be wed and off bearing children, but no one wanted such a disobedient wife for their offspring. Not that she cared, anyway.<br><br>Marpessa, a servant since the day she was born, was assigned to Xanthe when both girls were five. Marpessa was a bit dull but sweet and very quiet. She wasn't much to look at but she was Xanthe's best friend, even though the two were completely different. <br><br>Now here they were, sentenced to prison together, and while Marpessa shook in the guards grip, Xanthe merely walked with them, making no contest out of it. <br><br>"I'm sure it's going to be a lovely time spent here." Xanthe praises in a lithe voice, though her eyes are narrowed into angry slits for such a punishment. "I'll be sad to leave when father over takes your pathetic little kingdom." She adds disparagingly as the guards release them. <br><br>All was a lie, of course, just so she wouldn't look pathetic in front of an enemy. Pride was one of her biggest vice and character trait, and she wasn't going to look like a fool like her friend. She watches the building, nodding, as though she's inspecting the area, but she's really plotting her escape. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 00:29:17</strong>
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				"I'm only glad I won't have to listen to your oh-so-witty but toothless remarks for your time here," he said, "goodbye princess."<br><br>With that, the carriage pulled away and the prince, and his soldiers backed out the gate, making sure the princess could not escape through the gate as the closed it, leaving Merrick, who abandoned his bricks for a moment to do so, to bar the gate and lock it.<br><br>He turned to regard the two captives for a moment and returned to the sled with the bricks, taking it in one arm and pulling it along once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 00:42:17</strong>
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				Xanthe waved the prince off in a sarcastic cheery manner, while arpessa gulped at the large man and squeezed her tiny friend's wrists with a great force. <br><br>"Marpessa! What's wrong?" She turned, trying to shake her friend's hands off. "You're hurting me." <br><br>Marpessa swallowed and looked at the large man. "He's so....intimidating." She looked at Xanthe, terribly frightened. <br><br>Xanthe usually looked down upon the meek, so her kind words were only for her friend. "Don't worry dear. He's probably like old Ionas." She said, referring to her kingdom's old jailor, who was a big teddybear....unless you were a prisoner. Xanthe shook that thought from her head and strode over to the large figure, feeling a bit insignifigant at 5'1. <br><br>"Excuse me, sir..." She started, rising to her tip toes then falling back down. "May you show us our room?" She asks in a calm manner, hoping her ways would ease her friend's worries.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 01:29:24</strong>
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				Merrick turned his head slightly, to regard the girl. He wasn't one to care for royalty or royal titles, and didn't really feel a duty to the girl, furthermore, he had work to do, and didn't appreciate her interrupting.<br><br>"Take any one you like," he said, in a deep, large voice.<br><br>His own quarters were in the basement, with the furnace, which kept the castle warm. He'd made himself comfortable there, and the rest of the castle was mostly a ruin, though there was some extremely old furniture, most of the prisoners he guarded were not staying long, and so interior of the castle seemed abandonded, cobwebs and broken furniture, though there were still a couple of rooms with some intact furniture and matresses on broken beds, that were at least livable.<br><br>He huffed, and pulled the sled again, towards a half-open lower-level room portion of the castle. There was mortar, and a trowel there and he picked up the large bricks by hand, setting them in place and using the mortar to prepare for the next.<br><br>His task, if he'd ever really thought about it, was monumental, to repair his castle. He'd replaced some of the timberwork inside, a lot of the stonework, and in fact, it was clear that even if the castle looked run down, the repaired parts were anything but. Merrick happened to be an excellent craftsman, and in the kitchen, which he used as well the prisoners, it was clear, clean, new furniture made by him, wrought iron cookware, also made by him. It was all him.<br><br>He had to admit, though, at least to himself, that having women, even the princess, a young woman, was a pleasant change. Soldiers and lords made for annoying company, and at least, the princess would be easy to look at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 05:21:57</strong>
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				Xanthe merely smiled a crooked smile at him, unphased, or so it looked like, by how he brushed her off. She was used to people hanging on her every word or atleast, being irritated with her. "Fair enough, sir." She said lightly.<br><br>&nbsp;She pivoted towards her friend and hummed a soft tune as she neared her, though the short conversation she had with the man shook her up. Seeing him up close, he did worry her a bit, but what could he do? Her father would be infuriated if anything happened to her, and that wasn't just her thought. One time a man had grabbed her knee and her father ordered his hand amputated. Not that she thought he ever would, she dismissed in a bashful quick way, but Marpessa's very worries seeped into her brain slowly.<br><br>"Okaayy, so he's not a total Ionas." She said slowly and watched her friend gasp. <br><br>"Admit it! He's going to have us by the neck! We are prisoners, Xanthe. Remeber that." Her friend said all in a rush, and Xanthe quickly grabbed her shoulders. <br><br>"We're hostage, Marpessa. If the prince wanted us dead, he'd do it himself. Heavens knows he absolutely loathes me." Xanthe said the last part with a grin. As the two girls made their way to the castle, a slow smile appeared on Xanthe's lips again. <br><br>"Anyway, Marpessa, you shouldn't say that. We don't want our host to get any ideas..." She said and watched her friend's face drop. "I'm joshing! Don't worry." She said with a kinder smile and started her humming again as Marpessa crossed her arms at her friend's teasing. <br><br>As Xanthe reached the doors, she held the knobs for a second. "And time to enter, our new oh-so-humble abod-" Her voice stopped short, the smile draining from her face and her mouth drops. She turns to Marpessa, then back and the servant sighs. <br><br>"Now Xanthe, you weren't expecting some kind of mansion retreat were you?" Marpessa tried to bring her friend's head out of the clouds. She was a bit childish in more ways than one, with such a dreamy, dare devil attitude.<br><br>"Well..." She stretched out the word, but knew she was caught red-handed. <br><br>The girls searched the caslte for descent rooms, but finally had no choice but to settle for the most furnished ones, whic hwere pretty run down. Xanthe complained mostly about her lack of luggage and Marpessa kept reassuring her friend that it wouldn't be long. <br><br>"This is awful! Never have I been in such an unhomey place." Xanthe grumbled, sitting on the bed as dust sprung up. She let herself fall backword, expecting a headboard to catch her but the bed lost it's. <br><br>"Aaah!" She yelped and fell off, and Marpessa stifled a giggle. Xanthe looked up and scowled. "Come, Marpessa, you have no room to speak." She grumbled and her friend nodded, still trying not to laugh. Xanthe wasn't the most balanced person in the world, while she was somewhat elegant, she was known to be a clutz. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 20:03:26</strong>
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				Merrick made his way to the wall, to the delivery gate. It was a chute, outside the wall was a kind of wooden tower, the food was packed in crates and lowered down the chute. Without the rope in the chute it was unclimbable, with the rope in it, someone was outside, and anyone trying to climb out would be stopped by the soldiers guarding the supply caravan that came that day.<br><br>It was a system of Merrick's invention, and he liked it, it had not failed him yet, and his reputation as an untiring and inescapable jailor was maintianed handsomely.<br><br>He picked up the wide crate and carried it back to the castle, using the kitchen entrance, and setting it inside. That done, he made his way towards the crashing sound, which he could only assume was more of the furniture breaking, and found his young charges quite easily.<br><br>"Food is in the kitchen," he said, not moving inside the door.<br><br>With that, he made his way to the kitchen once more and opened the crate unpacking the fresh bread, meats, and vegetables. His prisoners were treated well, not beaten or starved or worked, it was his payment for perfection, he didn't enjoy pain in the innocent, and most of his prisoners were, so as long as he was their sole caretaker, he ran his prison castle by his own rules.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 22:05:28</strong>
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				Marpessa, startled by the man's entrance, jumped and spun around and nodded, the stifled smile off her face, that is, until Xanthe groaned wearily and struggled to get up. <br><br>Marpessa than laughed a raspy laugh, and Xanthe frowned. "It was not that funny." She objected sourly, her face flushed with embarassment. The girls crept out of the room, Marpessa leaned her ear to listen for the man wasn't there, while Xanthe merely skipped down the stairs. <br><br>"Hi!" Xanthe said in a brisk cheerful manner and Marpessa gave a small meek wave as they went into the kitchen and saw the nicely furnished room, a bit shocked. Apparently, he could keep a place updated, but obviously wasn't about to redo the whole castle. <br><br>Xanthe's face faltered for a minute, however, not sure wqhat to expect. Should they get their own supplies or let him go and leave before eating?<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 01:48:53</strong>
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				"Take what you like," he said, motioning at the crate.<br><br>He had gotten out a rather large piece of meat, a steak, and some bread, and cheese, and putting them on a wooden tray, that he would take down to his rooms. He cooked on the grate, which was above the furnace fire.<br><br>Though, there was plenty of wood piled in the kitchen, if the girls wanted to eat cooked meat, they'd have to figure out the stove themselves.<br><br>"Don't leave a mess," he said.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 03:04:57</strong>
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				"Not much for conversation." Xanthe notes and Marpessa nods lightly as he leaves. Xanthe shrugs and continues eyeing up the nice room. If only her's looked like that, she thought glumly, dreading the night's sleep.<br><br>Xanthe was a huge carnivore, so she takes a small peice of steak immeadiately, while Marpessa searches lightly through the crate. Xanthe struggles to pick up three large peices of wood. <br><br>She's a strong girl, but isn't one for manual labor, so she creeps around the pile for splinters. She puts them on the oven and frowns; she's never cooked food before.<br><br>"Um....Marpessa?" She colours a bit and her friend, who is chomping on bread, looks at her and chuckles. <br><br>"Let me help, princess." She teased and starts a fire in the oven. Xanthe looks at it curiously, holding the meat, she lays it near the flames in an unsure manner and watches as it cooks.<br><br>"Oh my god; I did it!" She cheered and her friend holds back a laugh. <br><br><br>The two girls eat in a thoughtful silence, both wondering what will come of their stay. The sun begins falling from the sky, and Xanthe groans. "Ugh. Sleep." She sighs and watches her friend finish her meal. Marpessa looks at her friend with pity; there was probably never a princess who had to sleep in such a run down room, and she knew her friend would not sleep well.<br><br>"You'll get used to it soon." The shy girl comforts, a Xanthe musters up a weak smile. They climbed the stairs and Xanthe walked Marpessa to her room, it was just down the hallway. <br><br>"Good luck." Marpessa says and Xanthe chuckles quietly and shuts the door behind her friend as she climbs in her bed.<br><br>Xanthe walks down the hallway in a slow manner, wide awake, she goes into her room and shuts her door quietly. She flops on the bed, careful about the noexsistent head board and shuts her eyes. The room is stuffy, and lace collar around her neck itches and she squirms uncomfortably. She sighs and finally unlaces the top dress and puts it delicately on the ground, only in the corset top and light skirt. <br><br>As her struggle to get comfortable ensues, her eyes snap open, thoughts flooding her head. "The hell with it." She snaps and opens her door quietly. The chill enters and she dresses in her top gown again and shuts the door behind her. It was time for a tour of the house, she decides, and descends the stairs to the other corridors.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 05:30:35</strong>
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				Back in his rooms, Merrick removed his mask, placing it by the furnace and sitting down at a smooth oaken table to eat his steak, quite rare.<br><br>He wasn't quite as ugly as his mask might've created the impression of. His hair was wavy, and blonde, his jaw was square and his stubble was not more than a day old.<br><br>He had nice looks, and really, it was that that he hid. As a soldier it had been a benefit, but after a while, when the law was passed forbidding peasants their earned titles, his, knight, was taken, and he became a jailor. It was good work, he got to do what he loved, and served his kingdom doing it.<br><br>He finsihed his steak and listened to the castle he could hear doors closing, assuming his prisoners were both in bed.<br><br>He stripped off his apron and leggings. Moving to the heated bath he kept he climbed in, and stretched. Leaning back, back to the door, he closed his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 07:52:25</strong>
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				Xanthe crept through the main floor, disapointed to find most of the rooms impossible to walk through, a safety hazard with the weak floor boards. After entering a few rooms, she deciding none of them really sparked some interest.<br><br>She walked past two large steel doors and was almost tempted to open them, but something deep in the back of her mind told her not to. She could hear soft noises below anyway, so she continued on, the floor boards creaking underneath her. <br><br>She came to particularly loud creak and gasped, rising to her toes, her fists shook as she looked down at them. "<em>Shut up...</em>" She whispered to them, sounding ridiculous. "<em>You will be the death of me.</em>" Okay, if she was pressed, she would admit it was her own fault. But these loathsome floors would certaintly be accomplices.<br><br>She finally came back to the kitchen and saw a back door and she opened it as gently as she could, the moonbeams illuminated her long pale blond hair. <br><br>She scurried out and crossed the back terrace to the big iron gates and the steep walls. She swallowed and realized how intimadating they looked to scale. She tip toed delicately to the gate, pointing her heart shaped face out of the bars and smelling the chilly night air, shivering lightly. The gate was barred and locked, and a shoot was there and when she examined it, she found it was not an exact escape route, not that at the moment that was her total goal, but was soon to be. For now, she just wanted to take in the scenery.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 18:04:13</strong>
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				Somewhere within his rooms, a bell rang, and Merrick was out of the bath in a flash, grabbing only his apron and nothing else, he ran upstairs and out of the main doors. He'd made sure a long time ago that he'd know when someone was coming and going.<br><br>He slowed when he saw the princess standing, not doing much of anything, but he'd have to get her back to bed, he had rules, one of which, and this seemed like a good time to explain it, no going out after dark.<br><br>"You aren't allowed outside after dark," he said, gruffly, when he'd caught up to her, he was surprisingly quiet while barefoot.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 20:49:51</strong>
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				A strangled gasp came from the startled girl as she spun around swiftly, her hands cupping her mouth. Her shell shocked expression turned wide eyed and red from embarrassment, seeing his lack of clothes. <br><br>Xanthe swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and forced herself to look up at his eyes, only to look straight down again. "Ohh ummm....ok...I was just uh....you know.....familiarizing myself with the uh......place." She finished awkwardly, staring at the ground and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear self-conciously. <br><br>What made it even more embarrassing was his perfect looks. You'd expect a jailor to be old and overweight but he was anything but. He didn't look terrifying anymore but almost god-like, which sort of still did intimidate her, but not in the same way before. She was tempted to tell Marpessa about tonight, but she'd probably burn up red again, so probably not. Pride and dignity was something the princess held near and dear to her. <br><br>"Soo umm....sorry." She said finally with a sigh and tried to maneuver past him, trying to push out of her mind how warm his skin looked. She shook her head, ashamed with her girly, swooning ways. What was wrong with her?
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 21:01:06</strong>
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				"Just don't let it happen again," he said, turning to walk back to the castle.<br><br>She seemed nervous, he knew she was probably thinking of escape, which wasn't really his concern, if she tried it, he'd stop her, thoughts were free.<br><br>"Listen," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder to stop her moving.<br><br>"If there is something you'd like, to make your stay more comfortable, feel free to ask, I've a lot of work to do, but I wouldn't say no to changing priorities, if there was something you needed..." he said.<br><br>He wasn't sure why he offered, the girl seemed so, beautiful, but a little brash perhaps, self-confident, proud. At least, when she wasn't around him. He liked her, and after all, he was going to restore the entire place eventually, what did starting early on some things really cost? Nothing.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 21:13:03</strong>
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				She let out something resembling a squeak or a whimper; her intuition about his touch was right. As casual as it was, it burned. <br><br>She bit her lip, cursing her stupidity as she listened to his words. She swallowed hard again, making herself stand upright and refused to blabber like an idiot once more. <br><br>"Weeeelllllll....." She said, in what she hoped was a regal manner, looking up at him again but definitely not in the eye again, or she might have lost the strength in her knees. "The bedroom is a bit...uncomfortable." She said in a slow, even tone, struggling to keep it that way, but she praised herself mentally for getting a sentence out. <br><br>"Unless, of course, you're too busy. Then I'm perfectly fine." She added, growing more confident at her tough act, but didn't want it to seem like she relied on his repair skills. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 09:26:30</strong>
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				Merrick felt like telling her that his bed was in good shape, but decided against it. He was attracted to her, that much was clear, at least to him, but as her jailor, it was his duty to guard her, and he would not take advantage of captured woman.<br><br>"I will see to it in the morning," he said, "if you would like a bath, though, you will have to use mine, I won't be able to put one in upstairs for quite some time, and winter approaches, at which point I can do no more repairs."<br><br>He wanted to be helpful, after all, he'd once been a knight, of some reputation.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 20:47:17</strong>
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				She shook her head quickly, a light trace of guilt visable. She didn't want him to have to work for her and what about Marpessa? Xanthe couldn't live with herself if her friend was still forced to sleep in that other room.<br><br>"Um, well, it's not that bad, really. You don't have to, and all, I can just adapt to it." She said in a cheery manner. She turned a light pink again and instead of looking down again she tried looking past him, trying to seem calm. "And you know I'm fine....about the um, bath.....thing." She said slowly, studying the main door and not his gaze. 
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 21:12:31</strong>
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				"Oh...well," he said. She didn't want him to fix up her room? He found that odd.<br><br>"I don't mind," he said, "but if don't want me to..."<br><br>He opened up the main door and walked in ahead of her, not really paying attention to his own partial nudity, the leather apron covering only his front and chest.
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				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 21:17:47</strong>
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				"Really, Merrick. I don't want to trouble you or anything..." She said and her words faded away as her ivory skin went scarlett. Seeing him even more nude didn't help her at all as she lost her footing on the step up to the entrance as she reached the door. She let out a small shreik and grabbed the door handle, her chest breathing a deep breath in and out as she made sure to lower her heartbeat. This night was just getting more a more disgraceful, on her part anyway, he was probably enjoying this. 
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 22:19:22</strong>
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				Merrick turned around alarmed.<br><br>"Are you...okay?" he asked, holding her free arm.<br><br>He didn't take any pleasure in seeing her like that, she seemed frail all of a sudden, as though she'd gone weak in the knees, though, why, he didn't know...unless, perhaps, she hadn't seen a man before? Was he embarassing her?<br><br>"I'm sorry if my clothing isn't exactly modest, I didn't realize you had a problem with such things..." nudity, he meant, he assumed her a religious, or perhaps simply innocent girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 00:15:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's fine." Xanthe stammerred softly, her skin seemed to form goosebumps and she felt the same sensation run through her again as he grabbed her arm. <br><br>Truth be told, when people saw Xanthe, all they usually saw was a petite fair haired girl, that seemed to stray as far away as she could from her namesake and title. She had bullied young boyish princes in her childhood, snuck out of the kingdom in her preteen years, then rebelled from all the other girls her age in her teens. <br><br>Now, almost a woman, she was only more innocent and naive deep down. Even some of the more proper girls she knew had had beaus or were married and a mother and she never even kissed anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>She straighted herself up, fixing her pale blue dress and gave him a reassuring smile. "Umm no, it's alright really, I just slipped." She said in a light tone. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 06:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," he said.<br><br>He let her go and and walked in smiling to himself, and removing his apron, hanging it by the entrance.<br><br>Turning to her, he stretched a little.<br><br>"As long as you're comfortable," he said.<br><br>He smiled sweetly. He wasn't sure what her response might be but he had to see it. He liked the princess, she was interesting, but more so, he liked to see her squirm, perhaps only because he knew she was likely thinking about him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 20:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xanthe whimpered as he turned around, almost crashing backwards again but the smile, as sweet as it was, was also leering. "Well, two could play at that game, and one simple streak was not going to take me down." She though stubbornly and straightened herself up, her eyes narrowed and her hands on her hips. <br><br>"Oh, yes, I'm <em>quite</em> comfortable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must go to bed." She said in a cool detached meanor, but the thought of competition was on her face. She pciekd up her skirts and bowed. "It's been a pleasure. Good night, Merrick." She said and straightened herself up again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 20:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good night, m'lady..." he replied, taking the door to the spiral staircase that led to the basement, and furnace room.<br><br>He settled back into his bath soon enough, smiling over the night's events. It seemed he'd found something fun to do after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 20:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xanthe scowled as she left, treading up the steps with slow angry movements, grumbling the whole way up, her fists clenched at her sides. She laid on the bed carefully, if she used enough force she was afraid it would break underneath her. Resting on the bed for a moment she realized once again, the room was too stuffy for the dress, peeking up to make sure she cracked her door open only by the tiniest bit, she removed the top dress and laid down again, sighing as the cool touched her skin. She turned on her side, a little more tired, wanting to forget her stupid actions but surely make him pay for his, she closed her eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 09:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Merrick found himself laughing to himself for quite a while. He knew the princess would provide no end of amusement. If one naked commoner could make her go lightheaded, well, Merrick imagined he could get enjoying enough from her time there.<br><br>He wondered if her servant was as much fun, probably not, servants tended to be a bit more down-to-earth than royalty, a bit more realistic.<br><br>He had a feeling, though, that he'd like the princess if he got to know her, which he shouldn't, in fact, he knew he shouldn't have done anything brought her back inisde and gone to sleep.<br><br>He wasn't big on fantasizing, but as he drifted to sleep, he started into a rather interesting dream, involving him, the princess, as some new furniture, which he knew he would build as an apology the next day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 05:27:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Xanthe? Xanthe, are you still asleep? Wake up, it's well past noon." Marpessa said in her light voice and pulled open the windows and in streamed the dirty sunlight. <br><br>Xanthe, turning to her back, gave one tiny peek at her surroundings then immeadiately shut her eyes again, blinded by the sun. Still in her under dress, she turned on her stomach and gave a groan of exhaustion as she buried her face in the mattress. <br><br>"Noo.....go away..." She whined, her voice muffled. Marpessa chuckled, took off the blue gown that covered Xanthe as a blanket and tugged at her friend, who was far too stubborn and sleepy to even consider getting up. <br><br>Finally, Marpessa huffed and crossed her arms. "You know, you seem alot more heavier than you look." She said and sat next to her friend, stroking her pale blond hair like a mother. "Rough night?" <br><br>"Mmm....Yes. Rough night. Very rough, cruel, humiliating, night." Xanthe grouched, her face still burried in the mattress and her friend raised a brow. "Humiliating? What do you mean?" She asked, curious.<br><br>Xanthe sighed, not eager to tell her friend what had happened before. "Eh, nothing. Just couldn't fall asleep, that's all." She wasn't going to mention it wasn't just the mattress that kept her up, but handsome leering jailiors, midnight strolls, and a burning face from some unknown feeling after she laid down for a bit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 23:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Merrick had gotten up early, and was finishing up&nbsp; the new furniture in some of the emptier rooms. It was oak, and he was sanding the second finsihed bed, in the second finished bedroom. He'd made dressers, and beds and chairs for both of his prisoners, though, it really wasn't that much work.<br><br>Most of the wood he used was already cut, and the jointing was a lot easier when you were built like a mounted knight, while bare-chested.<br><br>A few hours, six, probably, and he was finished on the last bed, sitting himself down on the edge of it. The mattresses were hay-filled, soft, in the style of commoners, not royalty, but more than comfortable, and warm.<br><br>He finished up with the sanding and opened the door to the hall.<br><br>"Lunch!" he called down the hall, knowing that it would echo, as he made his way to the kitchen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Part of the Scenery (PtPb and lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 06:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both girls jumped, startled, not being used to having more people calling on them. <br><br>Usually they would roam the castle alone and when Xanthe ever felt like it, snuck out. It was only when she had pulled a reckless stunt in public or a suitor (that was always plotted against so fiercely the poor fellow was lucky to leave with his sanity) had called upon her that her father spoke to her. <br><br>Xanthe got up, biting her lip, not wanting to show her embarassment, nervousness, or panic to her friend tried to create her crooked smile. "Coming..." She called impersonating her normal high but composed tone, barely peeking out the door, and ducking in quickly. <br><br>Marpessa eyed her friend and swear she could see the smug, confident look off her face for a second, and noted the slight darkness under her eyes and her blond hair a bit messy. <br><br>She narrowed her eyes. "What happened last night?" She said, watching her friend walk out of the room slowly with exaggerated lazyness.<br><br>"What could happen last night?" Xanthe replied back slowly, taking the steps carefully so she wouldn't trip again. <br><br>"You're hiding something." The servant said accusingly while she watched her friend fidget. "Xanthe, we've been here for one day, and you've already gotten into trouble." She said and sighed. She knew the princess too well; she wasn't happy if she wasn't creating some mayhem or having someone else do it for her. <br><br>"I don't know what you're talking about....." She sing sang, rolling her neck as they reached the lower floor. <br><br>Marpessa, always noticing what others didn't, looked at Merrick then back at Xanthe. <br><br>"Yes, you do Xanthe, and it involves that guy." Marpessa accused a bit more quietly. <br><br>"No it does so not!" Xanthe whispered in a desprate tone, the words coming out in a rush. Marpessa bit her lip, fighting off another smile It was rare you saw the princess shooken up and it was probably the most fun thing to watch her try to keep her composure.<br><br>"Alright. Okay. I gotcha. You didn't go anywhere last night, I get it." Marpessa said a bit teasingly and Xanthe narrowed her eyes. <br><br>"You're so.....mean." Xanthe sighed and Marpessa chuckled as they walked into the kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
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