Garden of Delights ( Dancing Flower & Captain Maltese)
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				Title: <strong>Garden of Delights ( Dancing Flower &amp; Captain Maltese)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 19:04:14</strong>
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				"He died well", Lucien grudgingly acknowledged as he dried his sword on the aging rulers golden edged kaftan. The white haired aristocrat had not been much of an opponent, but he had been standing alone and squareshouldered in front of his harem quarter's gate and had gone on the attack as soon as Lucien and his chainmailed guards hard entered the hallway. With the old ruler's death his rule over this area had also ended, putting it at the invaders' mercy. There would be no more resistance. But by dying like this he had also craftily put his belongings straight into Lucius hands, for reasons noone could now wring from those wrinkled, smiling dead lips. <br><br>Lord Robhain, the dead man lying crumbled somehow comfortably on the floor, had been the master of the Tethera stronghold and the fiefholder of the three nearest villages as well. It was a respectable holding in these days even though the villages were dirt poor and the fields almost barren, but not enough to cover the costs of a defense force of any size. So when Lucien's ragtag mercenary company from the newly collapsed Elidae kingdom came riding through, there were three logical choices. One, to ride through. Second, to attack and plunder. Three... to attack and hold. So the attack at dawn had not involved putting fire to more buildings than they had to, the villagers' thatched huts and bony cows had been left alone for now, and the fortress had been taken so swiftly that many of the fortress guards were actually still alive. If beat up and grim eyed. <br><br>Now that Lord Robhain was gone, Tethera and its lands belonged to Captain Lucien to do with as he pleased. One of its few valuables now waited inside the doors the Lord had chosen to die in front of; his harem. Lucien knew what to expect; the Lord's wives and concubines and maybe a servant or two. With the Lord choosing to fall here, Lucien doubted there would be anyone lifting a blade at him or his men. The worst case scenario would be that all had fallen on their own blades, but that seldom happened on a large scale even when a fortress fell - women had learned their choices much earlier in life. To the victor the spoils. Throwing back his long black hair with an arrogant shrug and pushing open the ornamented doors with both hands, the new ruler of Tethera walked into his new harem followed by half a dozen men, expectations high on their faces.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Garden of Delights ( Dancing Flower &amp; Captain Maltese)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 16:28:33</strong>
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				The sight of the battle unfolding before her was a violent yet beautiful dance of death. Claudia knew almost immediately when the dark-haired leader of the invaders stepped forward that Robhain would die on this day. It did not put her in a state of anguish like some of the other women watching but it did sadden her. A sense of uncertainty unfurled from her. What changes would the new leader erect for the household? She watched the battle, not flinching when the intruder struck the death blow to Robhain. Robhain’s body slid to the floor with the grace of a man pleased with himself before death. He had every right to be satisfied since he had lived a long and pleasurable life. The fortress had provided for his every need and want without him having to say a word. Every being in the fortress spent their lives bending to his will. She shook such thoughts from her mind before turning away from the window. The sound of silence in the room had been interrupted by crying wives and mistresses. The noise pushed her out the room to retreat to her own quarters. It would not be long before it was time for them to greet their new ruler. <br>&nbsp;<br>She sat at her window seat, contemplating her actions and thoughts. The sound of a bell echoed through the house. The bell meant that all beings needed to come down to the main floor of the fortress. So soon, she thought while pushing a stray strand of ebony hair from in front of her eyes. There would be no time to grieve or even feign grieving. The head wife. The head widow would decide if they should stand at the steps and wait for the new ruler to inspect their bounty. Walking out of her room, Claudia could hear women whispering about leaving the fortress while others boosted that they would be the new favorite for their new leader. Her feet continued to move her forward then down the stairs not stopping for such ridiculous conversations. They could not leave the fortress since the villages outside were in a disarray and uproar from the battles. Plus, life here was comfortable. None of the women here would survive a day in the real world. <br><br>Claudia had been brought by Lord Robhain when she was just a girl. Her father had to make the hard choice of keeping his daughter or selling her for cheap booze. The screaming of her parents the night before she left still gave her nightmares. Her mother had tried to keep her from her father when he came in Claudia’s room to take her away but it was useless. He backhanded her to the floor before kicking her mother’s pregnant stomach. Claudia offered no resistance out of fear for herself and her mother. She was not even allowed to say good bye. Robhain had admired her beauty when he saw her even though she still was young before buying her for a hefty sum. Since then, she had lived without violence or hunger pains. The night Robhain had taken her virginity was quick and painless even though his body did not bring pleasure to her as the other mistresses had claimed it did for them.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes did not connect with the other woman that had already gathered in front of the head wife. All the women in the room stood with an air of dignity. With all of them gathered in the room, it was easy to see that Robhain had had exotic taste. No woman looked the same yet each one possessed a beauty that rivaled those in paintings. She waited for instructions while thinking of the destruction that had just occurred directly outside the window. “We must…” The head wife had begun to say but was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. Every woman looked up into the eyes of the man who had just killed Robhain. The head widow trembled with hate and disgust but did not object to him entering the fortress. Claudia allowed her eyes to trail over the dark-haired leader and the men behind him. An inkling of fear went through her at the sight of the men. Would they try to force themselves on her? One of the lower ranked wives stepped forward, pushing the head wife back towards the other women.<br><br>“Greetings, great Lord. You have entered Tethera.” Her hand made a wild gesture at the statues and paintings against the walls. “There are three wives…widows of Robhain and ten concubines. No children. Would you like for us to show you and your men to your quarters or perhaps prepare a meal?” <br>
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