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well just saw the film King Arthur, here's what came of it (RP fic)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Inspired by the film 'King Arthur' Warning: slight name changes, very different time.
Title: Sing Our Freedom
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/violence/language
Genre: Drama/Romance/Fantasy
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
~One day we'll dance in their place, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll sing in our joy, and we'll dance. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll sing in our joy and we'll dance~-Sting 'They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo)'
Great Britain-Summer-500 A.D.
"Don't you like any of them?"
James shrugged. The advisor rolled his eyes.
"You're dimissed" he waved his hand at the ten-odd girls standing in the hall, all decked in shimmering gowns and fasle smiles. They curtseyed and walked out.
"Really sire, if you would only say what is wrong with all the women-"
"They're so...rigid. Aren't there any real girls among them?"
"You mean common girls" the man spat distastefuly.
"Yes, common girls. They have life."
"They also have no name, no blood."
"They have names, they bleed."
"Sire, your brother has already been married five years to a P-"
"I am not my brother!"
The man backed away slightly. Despite the fact that he was the youngest of Madame Lillianne's sons, he was also the most feared. Not for his power, but his quickly flaring anger.
"Of course you're not sire. But you need to find a bride."
"Just so my mother can get rid of me" James murmured. He crossed over to the window, looking out at the sea.
"Tell Mother I will see her at dinner."
"Of course."
James sighed as the old man walked out. He leaned his head against the cold stone, closing his eyes. There was only one women in all the Isles he wished to marry, and she was out of his reach. Not only by blood, but the fact that she was kept by another. She was a servant girl, a dancer. He didn't even know her name, but every time Lord B'rmighm was around the girl was there, shyly peeking around him when she could, catching glimpses of the world around her as she danced. Just one glimpse into her eyes told James all he needed to know. She was destined to be his. Station and slavery be damned, the girl had his heart. Maybe if he could just go long enough without seeing her he could marry another. But every time he thought he had forgotten her, had gotten those sweet blue eyes out of his mind, there would be another gathering. As there was to be tonight. Meaning he needed to dress.
~*~*~
"Nice of you to finally show."
James ignored his mother's cold voice and face, scanning the crowd. He idly took the plate and goblet a serving girl handed him as he walked. Then he saw her.
Three men, his own men, were sitting off to the side playing instruments and laughing. Of course they would, Lillianne allowed no such entertainment. So they rejoiced when Thomas brought his girl, who was currently dancing to the beat of the jingling metal in a thin red skirt and top that barely covered her breasts, in fact one could see right through to them. On her ankles were gold and silver disks, matching bracelets shaking on her wrists as she clapped to the beat. Her hair was tied back to show her soft face. James walked forward and sat down by one of the men, sipping from the wine as he watched. He saw how she trembled, how pale she was. He knew she didn't do this willingly, almost no woman did, but why did she seem so afraid?
The music stopped and she froze still for a moment before timidly getting on her knees, looking up at Thomas. The lord smiled, picking up a piece of fruit and holding it above her head. She tilted her head up, making little whimpering noises as she tried to reach for it with her teeth. He laughed, pulling it up and sinking his teeth into it, spitting the peel at her. He turned to the other men, smiling.
"Anyone else want to have a go?"
"I would" Jame stood, looking at the girl and then Thomas. Thomas raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Of course. Just tell her what you want. She'll do anything."
He saw the fear in the girl's eyes, knew that she was afraid of what a stranger might make her do. He held out a hand like he might to a scared horse.
"Come here. Sit beside me."
She made another scared noise, looking at Thomas. He nodded jerkily and she scurried over to James, sitting on the armrest of the chair. He shook his head.
"No, right beside me" he brushed her hair away, noticing how she trembled as he did. He put his mouth to her ear.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you."
She looked at him, eyes wide like a rabbit who had just avoided the hunt. She slid over close to him, curling her legs under her. He smiled slightly, holding out the wine to her. Thomas laughed.
"What are you doing Worthin, trying to get my girl drunk so she'll spread her legs for you?"
"She looks thirsty. She's been dancing in front of his hot fire for ages" he noticed how she shrunk away at the drink. He wrapped her fingers around it.
"Go on, drink."
She looked at him, as if thinking he might pull it away to tease. Then she tilted the cup to her face, drinking in hungry gulps. Thomas' laugh grew even louder.
"Go on lush! Make even more of a wench of yourself!"
The words seemed to go right past her. She set the cup down, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. James smiled.
"You like it?"
She nodded jerkily, getting a little bit closer to him. When James was sure Thomas' attention was on one of the serving girls, he put his hand on the girl's face.
"What is your name?"
She looked at him as if he were speaking a new language. He sighed.
"What do they call you?"
"Bitch. Whore. Slut." she said, the words fragmented and slow. He shook his head.
"No, what did your parents-"
"Wench! Over here!"
James sighed as the girl darted to her feet, eyes locked on Thomas, not even looking back at him. Poor thing.
~*~*~
"I hope you had a good time M'lord."
"I always do Lillianne" Thomas kissed her hand, keeping his own wrapped around the slave's wrist. James stood by the door, watching as the girl tried to twist and Thomas kept squeezing her. Finally he pulled her to the door.
"Good evening James."
"M'lord."
And as they passed through the door, the girl turned her head to him and whispered in a wine-sweet voice.
"Meandy"
Disclaimer: Not mine. Inspired by the film 'King Arthur' Warning: slight name changes, very different time.
Title: Sing Our Freedom
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/violence/language
Genre: Drama/Romance/Fantasy
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
~One day we'll dance in their place, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll sing in our joy, and we'll dance. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll sing in our joy and we'll dance~-Sting 'They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo)'
Great Britain-Summer-500 A.D.
"Don't you like any of them?"
James shrugged. The advisor rolled his eyes.
"You're dimissed" he waved his hand at the ten-odd girls standing in the hall, all decked in shimmering gowns and fasle smiles. They curtseyed and walked out.
"Really sire, if you would only say what is wrong with all the women-"
"They're so...rigid. Aren't there any real girls among them?"
"You mean common girls" the man spat distastefuly.
"Yes, common girls. They have life."
"They also have no name, no blood."
"They have names, they bleed."
"Sire, your brother has already been married five years to a P-"
"I am not my brother!"
The man backed away slightly. Despite the fact that he was the youngest of Madame Lillianne's sons, he was also the most feared. Not for his power, but his quickly flaring anger.
"Of course you're not sire. But you need to find a bride."
"Just so my mother can get rid of me" James murmured. He crossed over to the window, looking out at the sea.
"Tell Mother I will see her at dinner."
"Of course."
James sighed as the old man walked out. He leaned his head against the cold stone, closing his eyes. There was only one women in all the Isles he wished to marry, and she was out of his reach. Not only by blood, but the fact that she was kept by another. She was a servant girl, a dancer. He didn't even know her name, but every time Lord B'rmighm was around the girl was there, shyly peeking around him when she could, catching glimpses of the world around her as she danced. Just one glimpse into her eyes told James all he needed to know. She was destined to be his. Station and slavery be damned, the girl had his heart. Maybe if he could just go long enough without seeing her he could marry another. But every time he thought he had forgotten her, had gotten those sweet blue eyes out of his mind, there would be another gathering. As there was to be tonight. Meaning he needed to dress.
~*~*~
"Nice of you to finally show."
James ignored his mother's cold voice and face, scanning the crowd. He idly took the plate and goblet a serving girl handed him as he walked. Then he saw her.
Three men, his own men, were sitting off to the side playing instruments and laughing. Of course they would, Lillianne allowed no such entertainment. So they rejoiced when Thomas brought his girl, who was currently dancing to the beat of the jingling metal in a thin red skirt and top that barely covered her breasts, in fact one could see right through to them. On her ankles were gold and silver disks, matching bracelets shaking on her wrists as she clapped to the beat. Her hair was tied back to show her soft face. James walked forward and sat down by one of the men, sipping from the wine as he watched. He saw how she trembled, how pale she was. He knew she didn't do this willingly, almost no woman did, but why did she seem so afraid?
The music stopped and she froze still for a moment before timidly getting on her knees, looking up at Thomas. The lord smiled, picking up a piece of fruit and holding it above her head. She tilted her head up, making little whimpering noises as she tried to reach for it with her teeth. He laughed, pulling it up and sinking his teeth into it, spitting the peel at her. He turned to the other men, smiling.
"Anyone else want to have a go?"
"I would" Jame stood, looking at the girl and then Thomas. Thomas raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Of course. Just tell her what you want. She'll do anything."
He saw the fear in the girl's eyes, knew that she was afraid of what a stranger might make her do. He held out a hand like he might to a scared horse.
"Come here. Sit beside me."
She made another scared noise, looking at Thomas. He nodded jerkily and she scurried over to James, sitting on the armrest of the chair. He shook his head.
"No, right beside me" he brushed her hair away, noticing how she trembled as he did. He put his mouth to her ear.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you."
She looked at him, eyes wide like a rabbit who had just avoided the hunt. She slid over close to him, curling her legs under her. He smiled slightly, holding out the wine to her. Thomas laughed.
"What are you doing Worthin, trying to get my girl drunk so she'll spread her legs for you?"
"She looks thirsty. She's been dancing in front of his hot fire for ages" he noticed how she shrunk away at the drink. He wrapped her fingers around it.
"Go on, drink."
She looked at him, as if thinking he might pull it away to tease. Then she tilted the cup to her face, drinking in hungry gulps. Thomas' laugh grew even louder.
"Go on lush! Make even more of a wench of yourself!"
The words seemed to go right past her. She set the cup down, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. James smiled.
"You like it?"
She nodded jerkily, getting a little bit closer to him. When James was sure Thomas' attention was on one of the serving girls, he put his hand on the girl's face.
"What is your name?"
She looked at him as if he were speaking a new language. He sighed.
"What do they call you?"
"Bitch. Whore. Slut." she said, the words fragmented and slow. He shook his head.
"No, what did your parents-"
"Wench! Over here!"
James sighed as the girl darted to her feet, eyes locked on Thomas, not even looking back at him. Poor thing.
~*~*~
"I hope you had a good time M'lord."
"I always do Lillianne" Thomas kissed her hand, keeping his own wrapped around the slave's wrist. James stood by the door, watching as the girl tried to twist and Thomas kept squeezing her. Finally he pulled her to the door.
"Good evening James."
"M'lord."
And as they passed through the door, the girl turned her head to him and whispered in a wine-sweet voice.
"Meandy"