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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 21:11:28 GMT -5
The living spaces for the Martells, equipped living quarters for their servants as well.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 21:27:44 GMT -5
Sitting in a high backed chair embroidered in her house colors, staring out of the window of the parlor, Adrien watched the birds dart about from tree to tree. She was debating if she would be attending any if the events at all, regardless of what he said.
"This so-called marriage was my father's doing", she thought, pulling at the small stitching of her dress. "He is not what I wanted."
"For the greatness of Dorne", she mumbled to herself with a frown.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 22:23:15 GMT -5
Adrien turned her face from his kiss, the air of the perfume filing her nostrils. "I believe you've had enough fun for the day." She frowned looking at him,"Maybe you should seek a servant to refill your cup? It looks empty."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 22:30:05 GMT -5
"I don't need courage from wine", she glared at him. "And you are correct,I am a Princess of Dorne and you will treat me as such." Adrien bumped him with her shoulder as she passed him.
"And the duties that you need fulfilled...", She looked at him from the doorway of her room,"Go find the whore you were with earlier." She slammed the door.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 22:44:37 GMT -5
She winced and let out a short whimper as he grabbed her arm. She backed up frightened, her calves touched the edge of the bed as he kicked the door shut.
Adrien listened to his words add he stepped towards her angrily. "I did not want this marriage, and I will never give you what you want!" Her chest heaved as she yelled at him,"You are my father's doing, his aim to make peace!!! You will not have me or a son!!!"
"You touch me again, my uncle will rip your tongue from your mouth and feed it to his dogs." She looked at her wrist,"Yronwood, you will not touch me again."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 23:05:00 GMT -5
Adrien stared at him, her eyes if daggers would have cut into his eyes. "I do not want you..."
"And you will not have me." She slowly moved to step past him to leave the room again, knowing it was not a safe place. She swallowed, hopping he would just leave her alone and pass out in a drunken stupor as usual.
As she was shoulder to shoulder with him, Adrien did not look at him. She placed her hand on the door. "We should leave, we are missing the celebration."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 11, 2013 23:39:34 GMT -5
Her soft brown eyes measured him,"And that is all you see", shaking her head,"that is why I don't want you." Opening the door,"You don't even know me, you don't care to know... You are a pawn of my father, like everyone else."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 12, 2013 0:28:57 GMT -5
"What do you want from me, Victor, besides a son", she questioned."You want to love you blindly while you venture into other women's beds and stink of them when you return?"
Shaking her head,"You're insulting me does not make it any easier for you."
"And no, I do not want you to mistreat me, but I do not want you." Adrien looked at him sadly,"Yes, you are a prize reward but not for me." She then sighed taking a seat,"Why the hurry? Why the rush for an heir? Am I just a name and title to you? Nothing more than a prize stag?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 12, 2013 0:38:49 GMT -5
She wanted to pull away in his grip, but she knew it do her no good. "So you want me to be a fool with your child? So you can live freely and I be your prisoner."
Adrien shook her head slowly,"...No..." The fear was on her face as she refused him again, knowing that men such as he would not be nice for long. They would only bend so far before they snap and take what they wanted.
In her heart, she prayed,"Let me be barren, do not let me be his brood mare. Take my womb, make it empty to his seed."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 12, 2013 11:37:35 GMT -5
She awoke sometimea few hours later to her husband gone, her body sore, her maidenhead taken and on the side table was a dozen of red and golden roses.
Adrien pulled the sheets up slowly around her and called for the servant. She wanted a bath, she felt soiled, not from the blood but from him.
The servants cleaned the mess, let her bathe and laid our new clothes for her.
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Post by Prince Anders Martell on Sept 12, 2013 14:37:30 GMT -5
Prince Anders sits on a small balcony overlooking the city, sipping a glass of wine and reading a book which had been written since his last time in Westeros.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 12, 2013 14:52:42 GMT -5
Adrien sat in the parlor again, watching the swallows swirl amongst each other. She didn't even notice her uncle was in the manse. She took an orange from the tray and began to peel it and eat the soft, juicy pieces.
She wanted to join the events, especially the festival. She had not seen her aunt or her husband, the Lannister. "I feel like a damned prisoner within my own family", she whispered.
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Post by Prince Anders Martell on Sept 12, 2013 15:30:51 GMT -5
"And why would that be, now?" Anders said. He continued reading as he spoke. "Could you cut me up an orange? I find I am hungry for once."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 12, 2013 21:08:15 GMT -5
"And why would that be, now?" Anders said. He continued reading as he spoke. "Could you cut me up an orange? I find I am hungry for once." She turned and gasped in surprise,"Uncle Anders?" Adrien hugged him so tight as if to cut off his next breath. She had missed him and his timing could not be more warranted. "When did you arrive", she asked. "How is life across the Narrow Sea?" Adrien began slicing his orange, even though the servant was there to oblige him. She smiled at him, it was if he had been sent by the Seven themselves. "I have missed you.... And I need your help, dear uncle." He eyes pleaded, hoping he would listen. |
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Post by Prince Anders Martell on Sept 12, 2013 23:49:00 GMT -5
"My help, now? And with what?" Anders ate the orange casually, but he was curious. He had only met his brother's daughter a handful of times.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5