Hiding my art behind a cut because I don't normally do art, plus it's of OCs which is always stressful ...
I started a trial of Clip Studio Paint and am having fun with it! Was like "what to draw" and decided on the main character from my completely and violently unfinished story, Captive Princess, which is basically (as the title suggests) what if Captive Prince but with girls and a more solid grounding in history. The clothes are obviously very important. (Court masques will be as well if I ever get there.)
So this is the main character, Madeleine/Maddalena, in her French Germainian princess outfit, and then I squeezed in an illustration of Venetian Delenzian dress on a person with bad anatomy. Technically Mads is wearing something a bit simpler where I left off with the story, but she'll end up in this.
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Does anyone remember my take on Captive Prince that hasn't been updated since 2022? CaPri but they're women, and it's all about gender. (It's sufficiently different that I have it lodged in Original Work rather than the Captive Prince fic section.) Well, there's a new chapter.
Since her apartments had been invaded, she had been living on the tension of not knowing what lay ahead; now she had come to rest. But she couldn't rest — she had to focus on something that she could do, that she could affect. What did she have now? No kingdom. No troops, no guards.
Maddalena settles into her role, and Marina's cousin intervenes again to assist her.
TW: Mentions of forced marriage, including vague mentions of possible marital r*pe // Very vague mentions of suicide
The most desirable bachelorette in all of Vere is called Laurene.
She might be known to be a sullen princess, but as the only living child of former king Aleron, her beauty is only matched by her dowry and the man who will marry her will inherit it all. So naturally, when her uncle made his vows to her, no one was under the illusion it was out of love. He is ruling as the king de facto since, locking his niece tightly away, as he can only keep his position and wealth as long as he owns her. Laurene has been living a very secluded life since, miserably being a prisoner in her own home.
It is not until Damia, crown princess of Akielos, visits the Veretian court that Laurene realizes how truly miserable she is. Damia is so strong and free, and she walks so confidently among her lines. Laurene can do nothing but watch her from the shadows with envy.
Meanwhile, Damia is surprised by how little glimpses she catches of the mysterious Veretian princess. Dead-set on wanting to meet a great beauty like hers, she starts searching Arles for the hidden princess...
...but it turns out to be an arduous task. Damia is told the princess Laurene is locking herself up in her room all day, mad with grief for still not being with child, but Damia believes it is a lie. One day, she passes the doctor Paschal on his way to the princess’ chambers, delivering a fertility potion that oddly looks and smells like utterly unfertile moon tea.
“Dana,” Nikandros sighs. “I think you are reading too much into this. Don’t take this the wrong way, but did it occur to you they might keep you away from her because you have a reputation as a wife-stealer? The king would not be the first man to find his lady in your bed. Some may take offense in that. I’d like to remind you of that incident with Kyra.”
“The bigger offense is that these lords do not know how to please their ladies,” Damia shrugs. And then, after a moment: “Who was Kyra again?”
But eventually, fortune favors Damia one starry night.
She fantasized countless times about meeting the princess on a balcony, perfumed with the scent of the night flowers welling up in the air. But it turns out Damia would encounter Laurene in a place she did not think of yet: the baths.
Since there were no lights ignited inside, Damia believed herself alone for a moment upon entering, but her eyes quickly adjust to the moonlight, drawn to the silver figure in the glowing pool. Princess Laurene is even more ethereal than the rumours, wet hair clinging to a well-balanced face, her milky body disappearing into the scented water. Droplets are dancing over her curves, more beautiful and shinier than pearls. For a moment, the image in front of Damia’s eyes is one of utter serenity. But as sweet as the Veretian princess looks, she is quick to reach for a dagger hidden inside her pool when she hears Damia approaching.
“Like what you see?” she purrs with the voice of a siren.
“Very much,” Damia answers truthfully, “though the dagger is quite worrisome. Since I heard of the case of Queen Yseult, I get nervous when I see a melancholy princess alone at night in the baths with a dagger.”
That earns her a sheepish look, and Laurene genuinely blushes.
“I…I did not want to…Queen Yseult did it because she was about to birth a bastard. I’m not with child.”
“So I have heard. And I would express my sympathies, princess, if not for the moon tea you have been drinking,” Damia says.
The dagger Laurene throws cuts through the serenity in a swift motion, faintly striking Damia’s cheek until it comes to a rest in the wall behind her.
“What do you want from me?!” Laurene snaps. “If it was just to see my tits, you have seen them now. Your goal is accomplished and you can gloriously return to your chambers. I ensure you, there is no need to spy on me further.”
“Oh no, actually…” Damia says while wiping the blood from her cheek, “I came to take a bath.”
And with that, she unbuckles the pin on her chiton, the fabric slipping to the ground and revealing her naked body all at once, muscle upon muscle. As Damia walks down the steps into the water, she faintly notices from the corner of her eye that Laurene is staring at her, until the princess seems to remember in some charming display of Veretian modesty to look away. Her blush spreads even further, and Damia cannot help the bit of amusement she is feeling at that. Without a blade in her hand, Laurene seems to be much more tame.
“Also,” Damia continues, the tension in her limbs unwinding in the warm water, “I hoped to make a friend here. I am tired of having conversations with old men all day, and I think your husband does not like me. It is good to talk to another woman for once. Can I use your soap? I’ve left mine in my chambers”.
“Have it,” Laurene nags, throwing the little piece of soap at her, and quickly averting her eyes again.
Veretian soaps are wonderful, made from rich and creamy almond milk with a hint of cinnamon, and so very different from the Akielon olive soaps. Even somebody like Damia can appreciate these Veretian niceties. She starts to lather herself until she is covered in luxurious foam, and for a moment there is no sound but the soft rippling of water. Eventually, it is the Veretian princess who breaks the silence.
“I have never seen a woman as muscular as you. If you didn’t have the tits, I would almost believe it was an oxen intruding my baths. Are all Akielon women build like that?” she asks, quite brazen.
Damia cannot help but to grin at her rudeness. She loves that the princess has a mouth on her.
“No...I can assure you we too have some sweet, fickle maidens. But I like the competition.”
“The competition in sports, or in conquering fickle maidens?” Laurene asks.
“Both, sometimes,” Damia smiles. “I think wrestling is wonderful. Sports, I mean. It is easy to learn but hard to master. You don’t even have to have my physique, mind you, that is merely a preference. In summer, we host tournaments with challengers from all over the world. There are even women from the warrior clans of the mountains of Vask coming. And some challengers give themselves the most pretentious nicknames, you cannot imagine. Especially the men! The celebrations go on and on for days, there are competitions at day and food and drink at night. And I haven’t even started to tell you about the Okton, where we compete with different weapons on horseback-”
“Are you good with weapons? What kind of horses?” Laurene blurts. She likes to hear stories from the world outside, Damia thinks to herself.
“I shall explain it to you. But tell me first, princess, why is it you never seem to see the daylight? You would think a man with a wife looking like that would parade her through the city as if she was an expensive steed. No offense. Yet, I did not see you at the banquet, nor in the gardens or at the dance. Why is that?”
“Maybe I am simply not fond of company, princess Damia,” Laurene answers in a cutting tone.
“Oh, please call me Dana.”
“I call you however it pleases me. And for that sake, I am not fond of intruders into my baths either.”
“My apologies, princess,” Damia says. “I was not aware you would bathe at such late hour. And your baths are so lovely, I wanted to see them for myself. Those patterns are simply dazzling. Yours have depictions of naked women on the walls. In the other baths I have seen, there were nothing but cocks.”
That earns her a giggle from Laurene, as much as she tries to keep her sullen facade up. The Veretian princess might look like a shy nymph, but seems to be quite naughty. Damia decides that she likes that.
She wonders if she can go one step further.
“Princess Laurene. After showing me your baths, I wondered if you would be willing to show me the markets in the city as well. I’d love to get my hands on these colorful Veretian sweets you make from syrup and rosewater. How about tomorrow? You could dress up as a peasant girl and sneak out. Nobody will notice.”
“Lovely. Like in a fairytale,” Laurene says. “If I could overcome the minor inconvenience of not being able to leave the palace by dressing up as a peasant girl, I would use it to flee the country, not to buy candy on a market.”
That has Damia alerted.
“So much for the dislike of company. You are even willing to flee your own country?” she asks. “You can get a divorce, you know. I believe nobody likes being married to their own uncle, especially one that never lets you outside, and I don’t see the political gain for you either. So what is with that match?”
Laurene sighs. “If I didn’t know my uncle hated women so much, especially those in power, I would believe he had sent you to spy on me. But I am inclined to believe you are here out of your own free will and your raging pheromones, so I’m telling you. Yes, I could get a divorce, but there is one problem. The Veretians fear nothing as great as bastardy. If I happened to be with child at the time of the divorce, the curse still applies. I need to proof to the court I am not pregnant by being physically and geographically distant from him for…”
“...nine months?”
“Exactly. You are learning the Veretian customs fast. He knows this of course, which is why he is locking me up. Silly, isn’t it? I need to stay miles and miles away from my lord husband before they believe me I am not pregnant, as if breathing the very same air as a man’s could leave me with child. And as long as the gods and the moon tea do not fail me, that shall not happen,” Laurene explains bitterly.
“That is terrible,” Damia replies in all honesty.
“Don’t look so sad. I had a brother once, and he was very brave. I am brave, too. And I know there will be an opening for me, one day. If a foreign princess can stroll into my baths just like that, I shall be able to do the same but in reverse.” And then, in a whisper: “I’ve been even studying the sword.”
“You have?”, Damia hums, smiling at the thought of the princess strapped in a Veretian breastplate. Laurene nods, so proud that she is not able to suppress a smile herself, soft crimson coloring her cheeks. It was very charming.
“But it is difficult. There is a man from my Princess’ Guard I’ve been seeing- ...oh, don’t make that face, not like that. He teaches me. But I can only meet him in secret, since I must not be with a man alone and there is no woman here to teach me. I’ve wondered…” Laurene says, abruptly breaking off.
When she doesn’t continue speaking, Damia asks: “You’ve wondered?”
“Ah-...No, it’s nothing,” she blurts.
Suddenly, Laurene rises, water dripping from her golden hair, a view that is dazzling Damia once again.
“I’m sorry, but I have to retreat to my chambers now. I’ve been here for so long, they will wonder where I’ve been,” the princess says.
Damia simply nods, watching as Laurene emerges from the water and towels herself down in a very practical way, without a hint of sensuality. Just as she was about to leave through the door, she turns one last time.
“Dana,” Laurene says, a little shy, and Damia is dizzily struck by an emotion she cannot quite identify upon hearing her nickname from Laurene’s lips.
“You were right. It was pleasant to talk to another woman for once.” And then, a little hesitant: “I like to take baths at midnight. Goodnight.”
Damia nods, smiling at the hint.
“Goodnight, princess. Sleep well.”
And with that, the ornamental doors close and Damia is left alone in the pool.
She closes her eyes and lets herself float freely in the water, the moonlight casting patterns on her body. The baths feel so vast and empty suddenly, as if the princess herself was the one whose presence had lightened them up. Now, she was nothing but a faint dream. But Damia will meet her again at the next moon. She had said so.
In the silence of the night, a memory surfaced to her mind of what Nikandros had said earlier to her.
She was not called Damia wife-stealer for no reason.
I, for one, am so looking forward to Bellamy finally being the person who needs to be rescued. Clarke has always played the role of the damsel and Bellamy the role of the knight/protector (“We’re not leaving...Clarke’s in trouble.” “Clarke’s ALWAYS in trouble.” + “He’d do anything for her, to protect her. Just makes sense.”) so it’ll be refreshing to see the lengths she’s willing to go to protect him. He is her biggest weakness after all.
No. That’s not true.
Remember when Clarke took the knife from him so he didn’t have to kill Atom? She rescued him.
Remember when she told Jaha that he would absolve Bellamy of his guilt for his work with the delinquents?
Remember how she spent half of s2 trying to keep Bellamy safe in Mount Weather?
Remember when Bellamy and co were in the airlock being asphyxiated and she was almost dead and she made the flame into a weapon and saved them?
Remember when he was the captive princess on his knees in the gorge and she bargained with Roan to save him and gave up half the spots for her people just for Bellamy?
Remember when Clarke sent her own daughter into battle to save bellamy? In dialogue “go save him.”
Remember when Clarke did whatever she could to keep from killing Octavia in season 5, even though if she hadn’t been his sister she would have?
Remember when Clarke went after Bellamy in the eclipse psychosis not only to save Murphy, but to save him the GUILT of killing Murphy?
I mean.
We’ve already SEEN the lengnths she’s willing to go to protect him. Remember when she sacrificed the safety of the human race because she wouldn’t kill him? Remember all that? How she stayed behind to pull the lever so he and her friends could get away? She sacrificed her life.
I mean. I’m going to bet you didn’t THINK about your question or ask yourself if we’d seen her do what you said she didn’t do, you just thought maybe in reaction to the last season.
But Clarke and Bellamy’s relationship has ALWAYS been a give and take. They take turns being the captive princess and knight in shining armor.
