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Anastasia ( ToA )

          Anastasia never would have imagined that something this sweet could taste so bitter. Lips forced themselves upon hers as hands ran over her body; touching places that she’d never been touched in before. Her body froze, let itself be taken over, as a darkness bubbled in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t fight, couldn’t say no, couldn’t move. All she could do in that moment was bite her lip to hold in her cries, and turn her head away to hide the tears threatening to escape. There was nothing to distract herself from the feeling of his body covering hers, thrusting into her, squeezing her hips so harshly; that bruises would form, reminding her of this moment for days to come.

          Soon enough the Prince was done with her; leaving her body shivering on the cold and wet temple floor as she tried to collect herself. Shame, uselessness, and anger towards herself slowly consumed her as she headed back towards her chambers. She tried to be strong. If only she hadn’t called attention to her presence when he walked into the altar. It was her own fault that this had happened. Her arm wrapped around her midsection as she opened the door to her room, keeping her eyes downcast. Swallowing her current feelings she tried to push everything away and pretend it was just any normal night. Laying in her cot, as she finally drifted into a fitful sleep, she prayed to the goddess for dreams to make her forget, for the aches in her body to go away, and for forgiveness for letting such a vile act be committed to her.

          Her prayers went unheard as she came to a harsh realisation the next morning. Her magic was gone.

          For the first time since her encounter with Prince Nicolai the previous night; the tears came. They were quick and quiet, her body bent over, clutching her stomach while trying to cover up her sobs. Her breathing became so terse that she could not seem to inhale, and each time she released air there was the fear that she would not get it back.

          This was probably some form of punishment from the goddess, and here she was crying her eyes out. Showing a weakness. Anastasia knew that if anybody caught her in this position right now, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. The shame would be too much.

          The more she felt the weight of everything, the quicker her weeping subsided. Anguish quickly turning to Optimism. The emptiness that had been growing in the pit of her stomach, seemed to have intensify, but at the same time a feeling of hope seeped through.

         When she stood, hand wiping at her eyes, spine straight and unbending as an arrow, she knew what she had to do. Still, in her sorrow, no one had come to help her. No one ever would. She couldn’t let them find out about what happened. No one could know any of it. Her pride could not withstand the knowledge of letting anyone find out. The loss of powers was a rare occurrence, almost unheard of, and she couldn’t let anyone associate that with her. The night before would be as if it never happened, and as for her magic, well, she had a few ideas in mind that could work. No one would question her if she said that the goddess spoke to her. Their word was law in the temple and she knew she could get away with it. This was the only home she knew, and she wasn’t going to let anyone take it away from her. She was going to find out why this happened to her and hope that forgiveness would come someday along with her magic.

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Alexis ( ALC )

The flight to the castle had been long and tiresome. He had barely arrived, when he had been whisked off to discuss his assignment and any necessary information. Now he was standing inside the room he had been led to, trying to decide what to do. 

He knew he couldn’t rest right now or the jet lag would take over. He was also still feeling a bit out of sorts at the strange warmth that had coursed through him when he arrived. Reaching, he briefly touched the tattoo he had received on his shoulder blade, having already decided that the feeling that had gripped him was not caused by anything out of the ordinary. On the contrary, it was probably just jet-lag or being unaccustomed with his new surroundings.

Looking around his sparse chambers, he glanced out the window; taking in the early morning sun. For a moment he considered going out for a run, knowing it would help him feel more alert before it was time to go find the princess. 

Dropping his gaze from the view outside his window, Alexis opened the doors that spilled out into the corridor having made up his mind. Making his way down the halls, his eyes took in his surrounding, no one seeming to be out this early. 

As he turned the corner, the sound of someone approaching jolted Alexis from his thoughts. A flash of yellow crossing his vision as he caught sight of a woman at the end of the hall. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but he took an involuntary step towards her. The image of a blonde floated into mind, and he could not suppress the automatic smile that flexed across his face.

Before he could stop himself and completely shake off the feeling he called out.“Excuse me, miss?” 

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Emma/Belgium (APH Indie)

The small dagger strapped to her thigh beneath the dress, was a constant reminder of what she was sent to do.

It was a widely known fact that most nobles had been planning the downfall of King Arthur for ages. Although they said that they had tired of his ruling and that it was time for a change; the greed in their eyes told a different story.

For months, they planned on how they could bring him down. The first step in their process had been to tarnish his name beyond saving, and tarnish it they did.

Oh, the rumours that began floating around at that time. They were quite interesting, and if she was anyone else, she might have instantly believed them. That wasn’t to say though, that there weren’t a few that she questioned the truth of.

When a discussion was later brought up on the topic of sending someone to infiltrate and discover a weakness, she chose to volunteer herself.

She had heard so much about the king and how he was unfit for the throne, that she wanted to see it for herself.

The nobles were skeptic about the idea at first, but finally relented. With her position in the ranks of nobility, it might be hard for some of them to reject her. Her family name held a lot of power in the English court, and even more in the French. They knew they couldn’t turn someone like her down.

So here she was now, sitting with a small crowd of women chatting, while the men finished their meal and discussions with the king in the other room.

Emma smiled slightly as she slowly pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She pretended to listen to what the women before her was saying, nodding offhandedly, her interest elsewhere. Her green eyes briefly roamed around the room looking towards the door, as she considered the area. Her carriage had arrived earlier that evening and she had come to stay with some of the other ladies and nobles that stayed at the castle.

Her job was actually very simple. There where two things she had to do. First, she had to attempt to gain the kings trust in order to gather as much information that could be used against him, using whatever methods she deemed necessary. Then, and only then, was she allowed to do the second thing she had been sent to do. Execute the king.

A small flash of a figure walking past the door caught her attention. If she hadn’t been looking in that direction, she might not have noticed him, but that figure was instantly recognizable.

Standing up swiftly, she apologized to the woman before her feigning fatigue and saying she was heading back to her chambers. Taking a small detour, she hastened her pace to catch up, but made sure to keep enough of a distance so that she wouldn’t be caught.

She took a few minutes to watch him from a distance, too see they way he seemed relax out here, before she made any move. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked forward making sure her footsteps were audible. One hand reached up to push away the few curls that escaped the ribbon currently holding her hair back as she heard the accented voice and the tone of authority.

Emma smiled slightly, tilting her head as she stepped closer into the light.”Pardon my intrusion.” She could see his hand hovering over the hilt of his dagger so she slowly walked forward making sure to show him she meant no harm at the moment.

“Your Majesty.” Her voice was soft as she grabbed the seams of her skirt lowering her eyes as she curtsied. This is something that had been instilled in her head as a child. Standing up straight again she looked at him from beneath her lashes, catching his gaze. “Pardon my intrusion. I wanted to take a walk and get some fresh air. I didn’t think anyone else would be out here at this time, much less the king… ”

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Maria (SoR)

          She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hadn’t meant to get so distracted that her control on suppressing the voices slipped. Maria thought she was starting to get a hold of herself; get used to it with the help the coven had offered her. Her control on the voices and herself had been improving. She had started going on as normally as she could, but nothing had prepared her for this.

          “No. not now. please.” her voice was barely a whisper as she mumbled under her breath, trying to slowly back away from the people she had been walking with; without being noticed. “Be quiet.” Her body was shaking as her eyes quickly darted around catching sight of the iron gates across the street. She could see the stones littering the ground in the distance causing her fear to spike.

          The voices in her mind began getting louder; some calling out to her, screaming and crying to get her attention. She could feel their presence getting closer and whispers getting louder, as she continued to shake her head, mumbling under her breath, and struggling to get away.

          Turning on her heel, she began running as far away from the area as she could. Her heart beat against her chest as she ran; anywhere her feet would take her, just away from all the death.

          Soon enough the voices began slightly fading to the back of her consciousness; leaving her body shivering as she tried to collect herself. Shame, embarrassment, and anger towards herself slowly consumed her as she rushed back home.

          She tried to be strong. If only she had been paying attention to where she was. She had gotten distracted though, listening to some of her classmates discuss their plans for the weekend. It was her own fault that this had happened. She shouldn’t have tried to convince herself to be normal. Her arm wrapped around her midsection as she opened the door to her room, keeping her eyes downcast. Swallowing her current feelings she tried to push everything away and pretend for once that she could be normal.

          For the first time since she had found out about the curse she had; the tears came. They were quick and quiet, her body bent over, clutching her stomach while trying to cover up her sobs. Her breathing became so terse that she could not seem to inhale, and each time she released air there was the fear that she would not get it back.

          Maria wondered what kind of punishment this curse was. If she had somehow violated the Wiccan Creed and this was her karma finally coming back to get her.

          Reaching up to wipe her eye, she slowly drifted into a fitful sleep, the voices threatening to creep back to her mind.