Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Temptation ❯ Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )

Ok I don't know where I'm gonna go with story heck I just felt like writing something so here it goes straight from my mind…

Slave to Temptation

I was awoken by a brutal shake and looked up to see, with groggy eyes, three half dressed men standing over me. What the…Relization hit me. What are father's knights doing in my chamber. I opened my mouth to scream but a hand was put firmly over my nouth.

"Princess, don't make a sound," one of the men whispered to me. "We can not risk getting caught. Your life is in danger do you understand me?"

I know that voice that is John Donahugh! But what is going on! Why am I in danger? My mind raced with questions that needed to be answered, but not here. No, if John said I must be quiet then quiet I shall be. I nodded my consent. I was handed my thin periwinkle robe and I slid out of slipping on my slippers.

I was then urged towards the sercret door that was used as an escape route to the back forests in a time of trouble. I made small protest to go to my wardrobe but stop when one of the men held up a roll, whispering, "Two changes of clothes and your tiara, your highness."

I nodded my thanks and bent over and walked through the small door. The others proceeded to do the same and as soon as the door was sealed again we continued on our way.

I couldn't help but think about the obvious danger I was in and wondered if everyone else was safe and alive. Exscepially father. I know I couldn't bear it if father died, that would leave me with mother who wasn't so bad until she wanted to marry me of to some know it all English MORTAL!!

I, the princess of the "Woodland Keep", marry some English prince who's only wish is ravish me night after night and ignore me in the mornings light. I think not.

Mother soon closed that deal when her and father saw him for the bastard he was, but mother was still wary over the fact that I could have been the bridge of peace. Bridge of piece my ass! Mother just wanted me gone so she could relish in the fact she will once again be at the center of attention with her beauty instead of me.

Sometimes I think mother hates me for the fact that I am to be consider more stunning than her. But who could deny it, even father had once told me that I had a certain something my mother did not that made the most respectable men's thought turn vulgar and immoral.

"Princess we're almost out don't worry," John's voice was soothing and made me feel safer than I knew I was.

When we were finally to the end of the tunnel, one of the men gave the door a gruff push and moonlight spilled into the passageway. I saw the faces of John, Spearow, and Gill. They ushered me out of the tunnel and through the secret gardens of Flimbosia, my great grandmother.

She had the gardens built so that she and the future generations of the royal family could have their own special place that no one knew about. The gardens were magnificent in size and in architecture. Large marble fountains were found at almost every corner. Cobblestone pathways that seemed to spread in different derictions and never end. There was a multitude of flowers some that bloomed spring, some that bloomed in winter and the most peculiar that only blooms in this garden is the Golden Night-Flower with all it's glory.

They came to a large gate Spearow opened it and they all walked through the large arch. Gill turned and closed the gate again.

It seemed as if we have been walking through the forest forever when we heard voices. John told me to duck behind a bush. Moments later a group of guard escorting my father and my mother came upon on the bush and stopped. It was clear for me to stand and I did so rushing to my father's side.

"Father," I said my voice trembling, "what is going on why I have we come here?"

Father looked down at me with sad old eyes. He stroked my hair and said in something of a whisper, "My daughter it is no longer safe for our family to live in the Keep. We are now under siege and there is nothing we can do about it."

"Father, no!"

This is where I had lived all of my life I could not bear leaving the Keep. It is simply unbearable to even think about.

"Daughter do not argue it is not right of a lady," my father said soothingly.

I hate it when he is so calm it almost scares me. How can he be so calm when we are being driven from our home? I can't stand it. I wrenched from his embrace. I turn on him holding my fists to my chest. "I won't leave father! I won't," I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I won't leave here. I cannot. Don't you see, father, if we leave we will giving up everything."

"Dear, please listen to your father. He is right we must leave." My mother too was calmer than normal.

What was going on why is everyone so…calm. I had no chance to argue for we heard in the distance, coming towards us, a group of foreign sounding men.

"I see them," one man cried, "The entire bloody royal family conviently gathered here."

His voice sounded scary but not as scary as the group looked. Clothed in what looked to beaver pelts, knives and swords hung from their belts and swords in their hands. Unclean beards and shaggy hair that looked like it hadn't been wash in weeks.

My father yelled to John something and John took my elbow and drug me deeper into the forest. My protest fell weak and I turned back and saw to most horrible sight ever for me to lay my eyes upon.

My mother once proud was on the ground her skirts raised and one of the barbarians riding her, slapping her, beating her all the whiled I could hear her screams and she her struggles turn limp as he beat her.

My father lay dead on the ground in a puddle of his own blood, the victors repeatedly stabbing him. They were covered in his blood.

I felt weak and my feet gave under me. I heard John's screams but I couldn't see him. My vision blurred and I fell to the ground.