How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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summary: an arranged marriage is something you never wanted, but maybe your future husband isn’t all that bad… even if he’s a vampire.
warnings: pussy eating, squirting, smut, reader is insecure about her body(but Valentine reassures her)
He could smell death on her skin, something like decay and smoldering flesh. Her body was growing weaker by the day, and by god he could almost sense her life force draining from her.
Disease was like a wild beast, ravaging and devouring the bodies of whoever’s path it crossed. Unfortunately, while tending to a sickly child, she got caught in the middle of its quest, and was infected.
Valentine lived a solitary life, one that most would pity him for. Every day seemed to drag on and on, eternity looked grim.
When he met her, everything began to just… make sense. She was kind and a bit feisty, full of life and energy. Instead of dragging on, each day was new and ripe with adventure.
For a short period of time, it seemed like everything was going to be okay.
Then, a new disease began to spread through the land, killing off entire kingdoms and leaving both nobility and the common folk at death’s door.
No one was safe… not even her.
The first cough went unnoticed, Valentine simply continued to work as she placed a hand on her throat.
Strangely enough, she felt a bit weak and feverish that week, unable to do her daily tasks around the castle. Valentine spoiled her rotten and she took pride in being able to help him with his work while he was so busy… but now she could barely get out of bed.
Valentine was a scattered mess. He nearly collapsed when she started coughing up blood. Usually, vampires
would become overwhelmed by the scent of it, but her blood smelled like rotting flesh.
She was dying.
He tried everything he could to keep her alive. Various types of acupuncture, medicines, herbs, visits to the apothecary, nothing seemed to work on the vicious disease ravaging her body.
On a moonless night, he knelt by her beside, his undead heart aching as she spoke her final words.
“Don’t… cry…” she murmured, her skeletal hand caressing his cheek and wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop. “I may die… but my love will… persist through it all…”
Choking on a sob, he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to be alone… I can’t stand it, I won’t let you go.”
She began to hum, carefully running your fingers through his soft locks. “Then I’ll come back… I promise. I’ll… find you…”
The clouds covering the moon moved out of the way for just a moment, letting its light shine on her face one last time.
“I love you, Valentine.”
With that, she drew her last breath.
It took several days for reality to set in. Valentine still came to her room every night, sat beside her slowly decaying corpse, and kissed her head.
“Goodnight, my dear.”
~
Darkness fell over the land, leaving you nothing to light your path. Everyone warned you to be home before nightfall, but you foolishly ventured on, wanting to gather more fresh herbs for dinner.
After all, you were out camping in such a nice cabin, why not take advantage of the change of scenery and eat something you gathered yourself?
Life in the city was hard, and you thought a change of pace would be nice. After all, in only a few months you were to be married off to someone you didn’t know.
‘Aren’t arranged marriages outdated?’ you thought to yourself as you forced your body to move forward.
Your father was wealthy and a bit distant, but you never thought he would marry you off to someone you hadn’t even met!
It was just supposed to be a walk to clear your head, to try and make sense of what your life was becoming.
Well, now you were lost in a dark and wintery forest with your phone dead and scarf blown away with the wind.
It was hard to see even your own two hands in the pitch blackness that surrounded you, and the only way you were able to move without tripping was to grab at trees as you passed by.
A part of you wanted to cry out for help, but knew that could possibly cause you more trouble than it was worth. After all, many predators lurked in the thick forest.
You didn’t want to come face to face with one.
Tears fell down your cheeks, and you struggled to keep yourself from giving in to the falling snow. If you just lied down, maybe you wouldn’t have to be so afraid anymore.
The soft white snow would cover you in a blanket, keeping you nice and comfortable through the rest of the winter until you thawed in the spring.
‘No, can’t have that. I’m sure some animals will dig up my corpse. They wouldn’t be able to have a proper funeral for them,’ you thought to yourself, puffs of white escaping your lips.
Though, as you continued on despite the wind tugging at your coat and your boots sinking deeper into the snow, it almost felt like something was guiding you.
When you turned towards the left, your worries eased and the wind was a little less harsh. You didn’t give it much thought, and continued to travel on the easier path.
Little did you know, fate was leading you somewhere you were supposed to be.
The cold nipped at your skin, your lungs struggling to breathe in the frosty air. All seemed hopeless…
Then, a light in the distance lit a fire under you. You forced your frozen feet to keep moving, trying your best to ignore the pain in your tingling limbs.
‘Just a few feet more…’ you thought to yourself, struggling to keep yourself from passing out. ‘Almost… there…’
Before you lost consciousness, you saw the source of the light. Someone was holding an old fashioned lamp, a beacon in the snow storm..
~
Waking up was a bit easier this time. Though the light spilling past the gap in the curtains hurt your eyes, you didn’t feel as uncomfortable and weak as before.
You sat up on your own, blinking the sleep away as you finally took in your surroundings.
“You’re awake,” a voice called out from a dark corner of the room. Focusing in, you were able to make out a pair of red eyes, instantly alerting your mind to potential danger.
Human beings didn’t have scarlet eyes, but your father had told you many tales of those who did. Hoping the creature didn’t realize you noticed, you nodded.
“Haven’t you been taught to speak? You seemed awfully talkative in your sleep. I could hear you whining from down the hall, you know.”
Your face burned, and before you could retort he emerged from the shadows.
“I see your fever is down. The nurse has been fretting over you day and night.”
The man had long white hair that cascaded down his shoulders and red eyes to match. He was disturbingly beautiful, like a painting that came to life. It wasn’t human, his features were almost uncannily perfect.
He didn’t bother to hide his fangs when he spoke. “(Name) (Last Name), correct? Quite the coincidence…”
“What do you mean?”
“I suppose you wouldn’t know, we haven't formally met,” he mused, at your confused expression.
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. Who was this handsome stranger? Or yet, the better question…
“What are you?”
The man rolled his eyes, sitting on the foot of your bed. “Quite the rude question, isn’t it? I’m a vampire, is that what you wanted to hear?”
He stared down at you, his gaze cold and unenthusiastic. “More importantly, I’m your fiancé.”
It was too much to process at once. You read plenty of horror and romance novels about vampires, and he fit the description perfectly. The strangest part about the situation wasn’t that he was a vampire though.
“You’re Valentine? As in the man I’m ENGAGED TO-“
“The very same.”
Nothing about him seemed like good husband material. His eyes seemed empty and lifeless, like those of a porcelain doll, and he was so cold towards you, his future fiancé. Even when his eyes were on you, it seemed like he was barely paying attention to what you had to say!
“I won’t marry you, I just won’t!”
Valentine smiled, a first in the little time you had known him. Instead of it being warm and inviting, it sent shivers down your spine.
“Oh, really now? We’ll see about that.”
The window curtains opened just enough for you to peek out, his gloved hand avoiding the sunlight. The outside world was blanketed in a thick sheet of snow, and you looked on in horror when you realized it reached the window.
“We’ve been snowed in. You’ll be staying here for at least a week until the blizzard passes through.”
He turned, brushing off his suit pants before walking to the door. “Breakfast will be served at 7 am sharp. A servant will arrive here shortly to get you ready.”
The vampire paused in the doorway, hesitating a moment before turning back to look at you. “… and don’t try to leave, you’ll freeze to death in that snow.”
With that, he was gone and you were left alone to fume in your room while you waited for help to arrive.
~
You walked the halls of the manner, noticing the only lighting came from extravagant light fixtures that hung from the ceilings. There were no windows besides the one that had been in your room, and you could only assume that was to protect the master of the estate.
‘I can’t believe father married me off to a vampire…’ you thought to yourself as you were guided to the dining room. Your father promised you the man you were to be wed to would take care of you and give you the life you had always wanted, but you were beginning to doubt his words.
When you were being dressed by the older servant woman, you were able to see your body in the mirror more clearly than usual. Your fat belly, rolls, and little imperfections made you wince. There was no way Valentine had agreed to be your husband knowing what you looked like, perhaps he had sinister intentions in mind.
No one as beautiful as him would want you, vampire or not, so you kept up your guard. Despite your insecurities, you were a confident woman that refused to be bullied or tricked into some loveless marriage.
By the end of the week, you’d have him end this engagement and go back home to your lovely cats!
Valentine was waiting in the dining room, an empty plate sat in front of him. He sipped on a glass of what you wanted to assume was red wine, hsi eyes never leaving you.
“Took you longer than I expected. I don’t like to wait, I’ll have you know.”
You bristled at his words, sitting across from him. His eyes cut to the servants, who quickly scurried to the kitchen to bring out your breakfast.
“I will be busy through most of the day and night. I suppose you can call this a trial run for our married life,” he said, sipping on his wine before letting out a sigh.
“…”
You didn’t want to speak to him, not when he seemed so cold and unfeeling. Even if you didn’t want to be married to him, it almost hurt to know your potential future husband would have no affection for you whatsoever.
When you weren’t looking, his eyes softened ever so slightly, and he took in your full figure before his features returned to his neutral expression.
For just a split second, you thought you saw the faintest crinkle in the corner of his eyes, the look of someone who was incredibly fond of another.
You shook your head and ate silently. It was just your imagination, you weren’t even sure if vampires could love someone.
After breakfast, you walked back to your room, shutting yourself in before pulling a book from the bookcase and plopping onto your bed.
Valentine watched as you left, that softness returning as he contemplated whether to let himself fall in love with a mortal again.
~
Earlier that night, Valentine felt something stirring in his chest. His undead heart felt heavy, and even his cold body felt like it was on fire.
Valentine staggered down the endless halls, gripping the wall as his chest ached. Something was wrong, and in his heart he knew he had to do something to prevent a terrible tragedy.
One of his servants approached, brows furrowed. “Master, are you alright-“
“The door… open the door.”
He fell into the snow, nearly crawling as he tried his best to move with the unyielding pain coursing through his body. Had he been poisoned?
“Master… there’s a girl out in the snow!”
From that angle, both the servant and Valentine could see a young woman through the nearly blinding snow. You, however, could not see them.
The second he laid eyes on you, the pain melted away into bliss, spreading through his limbs and all the way to his heart.
“Get a lamp and tell the others to prepare a room.”
After you collapsed, Valentine carried you to the room and watched over you through the next several days as you battled a horrible fever.
He refused to partake in his usual meals, unable to leave your side for even a second.
“Could it really be her..?” Valentine questioned aloud, his fingertips brushing against your feverish cheek.
When you woke up in a daze, he was the one to slowly lower you back down and tend to your illness.
Although his undead heart felt heavy in his chest when he left your side, he knew that if you truly were who he thought you were… you’d be upset when you woke up.
He loved you more than anything, but stayed silent as he wiped the sweat from your brow and monitored your health.
Valentine didn’t want you to be in an unhappy marriage, where you had no choice in the matter… so if you couldn’t fall in love with a vampire, he wouldn’t make you stay.
He loved you enough to do that.
Part of him was also afraid. You were reborn as a mortal, a being that would never be able to live alongside him without becoming a vampire yourself.
What was he supposed to do when you died too? Valentine steeled himself, not wanting to get too close. He had to emotionally distance himself, or he’d end up distraught for centuries again.
Though, as you fell asleep after eating breakfast, Valentine couldn’t help but return to your room. You were laying across the bed, a few pages into the book you had been reading before you fell asleep. It seemed your fever had taken a lot out of you, and you were still exhausted.
He carefully tucked you under the thick comforter, leaning down to inhale your familiar scent before kissing your forehead.
His body ached to be closer to yours, to feel your warmth sink into his pale skin as it once did all those centuries ago. Valentine had taken on no other human bride, for there was no other human he loved as much as you.
When he retired to his bed chambers for the afternoon, he couldn’t help but grope the bulge in his pants, his cheeks flushed as he sat on the edge of his bed.
Your scent had driven him to the brink of insanity, it took everything in his body to leave your sleeping body alone.
He slowly stroked his cock, thinking of the small glimpse he got of your naked body as he changed you out of your soaking wet clothes.
The snow left you cold and wet, and he didn’t want you to get sick… but still, his eyes had fallen on your ample bosom and thick thighs. How he wished to reach out and touch what was his, what had always been his…
But he didn’t, and as he touched himself he imagined an alternative reality where he did. He imagined you waking up, smiling as he kissed and touched you…
The vampire came, panting softly as the shame started to set in.
Did he really deserve you?
~
You woke up to an empty room in the afternoon, your body aching from the awkward sleeping position, but otherwise you felt… fine. Your book was sitting on the nightstand nearby, a bookmark placed between the last pages you read.
Although you didn’t remember placing the bookmark, you chalked it up to your mind playing tricks on you.
“Lunch is ready, madam.”
The sound of your door opening hadn’t registered, but the voice of the maid who stepped in to fetch you had. You jumped in surprise, nearly falling over before catching yourself on the nightstand.
“A-alright… I understand.”
You didn’t see him during lunch, figuring Valentine was busy with his work he mentioned before. You only saw him again while you were exploring, passing through the labyrinth-like hallways to try and find something to entertain yourself with.
“Lost?”
He appeared behind you, almost as if he had been your shadow this entire time.
“F-fuck! I swear to god, everyone in this place is trying to give me a damn heart attack.”
The man chuckled, but for some reason getting any kind of reaction out of him felt strangely… good.
“My apologies, I was just curious as to why you were wandering about like a scared little rabbit and assumed you were lost.”
This made you puff out your cheeks. “I am in fact not lost, I’m just exploring. I can find my way just fine, thank you.”
He watched you open a random door, only to be greeted by a supply closet. When you turned to him with your face heated with embarrassment, he scoffed.
“I’m going to be your husband, you can ask me to show you around, you know. I don’t bite.”
Valentine pretended to not be hurt when you flinched at his words, and simply turned. “What is it you want to see?”
You recovered from your temporary fear of his fangs sinking into your throat and replied. “… do you have a library, by chance?”
“The biggest library you’ll ever see.”
Valentine was completely correct. An entire wing of his manor was dedicated to his vast collection of books, ranging from historical records to smutty romance novels.
You tried to avert your gaze from the more… erotic covers but he notices they caught your eye. “Interested? I have a good selection of romance novels. You can take whichever ones you’d like to read to your room and keep them.”
That was rather kind of him, and it confused you slightly. How could a man that was supposedly as cold as him allow a stranger to take books from a collection he so obviously adored?
The shelves were free of dust, some older books fixed with new bindings to keep them from falling apart. The vampire must have spent a lot of money on the upkeep of his novels, so why were you allowed to just keep any you so pleased?
“Master Valentine, the phone is working again.”
The two of you glanced up at the servant as he walked in, carrying a rotary phone. You weren’t sure if those even worked anymore, and you only used one before when your grandma was alive.
“Ah, thank you Francis. (Name)…”
He tilted his head towards the phone, his expression back to being neutral. “Call your father, talk to him about your thoughts on the marriage and… tell him you have my consent to end it if you must.”
His words left you standing there in a daze as he left the room to give you privacy. You blinked, trying to regain your composure before you took the phone.
“Father… it’s me, (Name).”
The man on the other line huffed. “I thought you went and run off somewhere. Good to see you’re with Valentine, as this is his number after all. Tell me, do you like your future husband?”
You weren’t exactly sure anymore. Regardless, you sighed and continued. “Father, I told you I don’t want to be in an arranged marriage, can’t you-“
“I didn’t say you had any choice in this, little girl,”
You froze at that, recognizing the belittling tone of his voice. Though you didn’t hate your father, he wasn’t someone you enjoyed being around because of how he treated you like a pawn for his business affairs.
“Without marrying into the Valentine family, our business will go under. He’s willing to make some trades and deals that will have us set for life and pay for your sisters’ college funds. I sent you to college, didn’t I? You wanna repay me by putting your father in debt?”
You didn’t reply, your face falling as he sighed on the other end. “Do whatever you have to do to make sure this marriage goes through, or don’t bother coming home.”
You handed the phone back to the servant, silently carrying your books to your room as you tried not to cry. It seemed like you truly had no other choice now. After being so adamant about not wanting to marry him, would Valentine still even want you?
I mean, who would? You didn’t even like yourself, with your fat thighs and tummy that was too big. What could you even offer him in return?
With a glance at the romance novels, you blinked before getting an idea. They were all aimed towards women like her, with plump female protagonists. Perhaps… he had a fetish of some sort?
You went to dinner with your plan in mind, wearing the elegant red dress provided to you by the servants. Perhaps you could seduce him…
Valentine’s eyes followed your figure as you walked into the dining room, with an expression you couldn’t quite read. His grip on silverware tightened to the point it bent in his grasp
“You look… nice.”
Your plan was working so far, but you had to remain coy for it to keep going. “Thank you, Valentine. I didn’t want to look like a mess if I’m eating with such an important man.”
His eyebrow raised, but he didn’t question your sudden change in attitude. Instead, he sipped his drink, his red eyes following the curvature of your body before landing on your plump thighs.
Soon, you finished eating and left, giving him a little smile before you did. It left him feeling confused and… oddly aroused.
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Valentine leaned back in his chair, glancing at the portrait of his deceased lover that hung atop the fireplace in his office.
You looked just like her, the same hair, same eyes, and the exact same, perfect figure he had always adored.
In his time, women with soft, plump bodies were considered the beauty standard, and it hadn’t changed for him. His pants tightened as he thought of you in that red dress, how your fat tits were barely within the expensive fabric.
He wanted to see you in even finer clothing… and perhaps none at all.
‘No, I can’t think of her like that…’ he thought to himself, rubbing his temple. ‘I don’t want to get attached…’
As he began to start signing the endless paperwork on his desk, a knock on the door caught his attention. Valentine could already pick up your scent through the door, so he straightened himself up in an attempt to hide his erection.
“Come in.”
You stepped into his office, still dressed in that red dress, though your heels were gone. Instead, you walked towards him barefoot, your eyes on his.
“You seemed stressed today…” you murmured, walking behind his desk. Before he could ask what you were doing, you reached around his chair.
Your hand moved down his chest and under his suit jacket. His skin felt cold, and you hoped he could still get it up being undead and all.
“I can help you relax, you know? Take it… as an apology for being so rude.”
At this point, the only worth you could find in yourself was making use of your body, but in his eyes you were showing him affection and care.
Was it truly okay to relax while your hands worked to unbutton his pants? It had been so long since he felt the touch of a woman, and you were his love, his everything…
Valentine let out a shaky breath as his cock sprung forward, precum dribbling from his tip as your hand held onto his length. He hissed, holding onto your arm as you stroked him slowly.
“I… could be a good wife. I might not have the most experience, b-but I’ve read plenty of novels. I can make you feel good…” you murmured against his neck, your cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and arousal.
Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he panted and moaned with each jerking motion made you feel a certain something… but you didn’t give in to it. You were here to pleasure him, that was it.
“A good wife, hmm?”
He sighed, his eyes half lidded as he looked back at you, noticing your warm cheeks and pouting lips. Oh, how he wanted to feel your lips on his while you jerked him off. Every single day he imagined something like this whole touching himself, desperate to feel his lover against him again.
He came in your hand, panting as your thumb blushed over his pink tip. You brought your cum soaked fingers to your lips, shyly licking the excess liquid away as you stepped back.
“… I hope you feel better now,” you murmured, glancing towards the door. You did what you were supposed to do, you got him off and now you should leave.
Part of you didn’t want to, but you turned towards the door anyways, unable to look him in the eye.
“Where are you going?”
You stopped when you felt his hand on your wrist, keeping you in place. “… I did what I was supposed to, and now I’m going to bed.”
“… supposed… to?”
Valentine's undead heart clenched in his chest. Did you think that all you were to him was something to use? You didn’t get understand his feelings for you.
“My father… he said I have no choice but to marry you. It’s… not that I don’t like you. I just…”
He watched as tears fell down your chubby cheeks. “I’m afraid you… won’t want someone like me.”
Without further warning, the vampire lifted you up and placed you on his desk. You blinked in surprise, your face heating up when he tore the expensive red fabric of your dress from your chubby frame.
“I guess I’ll have to show you then… I can be a good husband to you.”
He didn’t care anymore. Valentine loved you, and didn’t want to see you upset. He pried your thighs open, kissing down your soft belly, paying extra attention to the soft fat of your tummy before placing a kiss on your damp panties.
“V-Valentine, you don’t have t-“
His fangs scraped against your thigh, making you go quiet. “Shh, I’m going to make you feel good, alright?”
Your panties were tossed to the side so he could get to your bare cunt, his tongue immediately pushing inside of you. His fingers flicked your clit, and he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes.
No one had ever touched you like this before, much less buried their head between your thighs! Your mind was already fuzzy with pleasure, and your clit twitched against his lips.
His fingers replaced his tongue so he could focus his mouth on your clit, and you could feel something building up in your belly with each curl of his digits.
You came once, but he wasn’t done. As you felt fireworks going off in your lower belly, he latched onto your clit and added another finger, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you through your orgasm.
Even when you touched yourself in the past, you had never felt such pleasure. Suddenly, you started to squirm, feeling embarrassed. “S-stop, I’m gonna-“
Your pussy gushed, squirting fluid all over his pale face. You just squirted for the first time, and on your betrothed of all people!
There was no time to be embarrassed, though. The vampire between your legs was too busy licking his glistening lips as he stroked his cock, ready to be inside of you.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, my love. No idea at all…”
You were too blissed out to question his words. Valentine had no intention of telling you that you were his reincarnated love… at least not yet.
He pinned your wrists above your head, peppering kisses along your neck before biting down gently, marking you as his.
His cock pushed into you, the slick dripping from your cunt making it easy to begin moving immediately. This was heavenly to him, being inside of the woman he adored after thinking he’d never see you alive again. Nothing would take you away, he couldn’t bear it.
“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” he said through muffled whimpers, his hands gripping the fat of your hips. “I can’t let you go… you’ll be my wife, I’ll t-take good care of you!”
He lapped the blood from your neck, groaning into your sweat covered skin as he felt you clench around him.
Valentine came inside of you, his body feeling warmth for the first time in centuries. This was how he was supposed to feel, absolutely in love.
Your future marriage was saved, and you now knew that Valentine was fond of you, though for now… you weren’t sure why.
As you laid next to him, he decided to love your human self without guilt.
After all, you said you’d always return to his side.
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‘I WAS CAST DOWN WITH A VIOLENT THUD, STRIKING MY SHOULDER IN THE PROCESS.- Pain coursed through me as though I had been flung from the wrathful hands of god himself. The ground beneath was cold and unyielding, its frozen crust pricking at my palms like sharp icy daggers. Around me, the snow descended in silent ruins, veiling my body as I lay there bemused, uncertain of where I had fallen.
Behind me appeared a forest, black and imposing. The trees rising like sentinels a top the white blanket. Then, came the echo of hooves, swift and drawing near. I turned my head, cutting through the misty whiteness was a stallion of such purity, like it had been sculpted from the snow itself. Upon it rode a woman with much panic, her presence hauntingly familiar to me.
Her hair, a pale shade of ash brown was encased in the veil streaming behind her. Her gown, a sorrowful shade of blue, shimmered beneath the jewels that ornamented it. Resting on her brow a circlet of silver made just for a princess.
She urged the stallion with haste.
Chasing the Princess on were four Ottoman soldiers, relentless and savage in their pursuit, their own horses footfall ringing like a death knell. The clash of metal closing on metal filled the air, calculated and final. My eyes drawn by dread fell to the ground below. There concealed by snow, lay savage bear traps, their jagged teeth faintly sticking out like vile hungry beasts. The sight struck panic in my heart, a primal, overwhelming panic.
Without a moment's thought, on their own accord, my limbs trembling with fear moved towards the scene, fleeing with an unknown purpose - no clear intention. My voice broke free from my lips, a desperate shout, a warning to the woman, for the very ground beneath her that was poisoned with death.
But fate, cruel and unrelenting, paid no mind. In an instant the majestic horse, a symbol of grace and power moments before, collapsed in to a terrible heap on the treacherous earth. Its leg, caught in the jaws of a bear trap, was trapped beneath the weight of its own body, the Princess ran, leaving the horse to writhe in agony. It's once milky coat so pure and unblemished now stained a dark, harrowing shade of red.
A panicked silence followed, thick and suffocating, but it didn't remain for long, the strangled cries of the beast and the growing, unrelenting pursuit of those who wanted to see the princesses end continued.
The soldiers now afoot, wielded their swords, guiding their wary steps amidst the traps they themselves had sown. My legs driven by a desperation gave chase once again, running to aid the struggling woman. If I could bring even one of them down, she might find freedom, a slender thread of hope. But when i lunged, my body met nothing, no flesh, no armour or resistance, only air.
I was a ghost in this evil place.
I had thrown myself to the floor. My eyes could scarcely comprehend the glint of cold metal, inches from the princess's innocent foot. "Wait, no!!" I cried, my voice rising in frantic distress. But, I was cruelly reminded that in this place my words were that of a fleeting echo, incapable of altering the inevitable. The soldiers, like ominous spectres drawn forward, closing the distance with a measured pace. The princess, unaware of the dread, took a step back. It was then that her foot struck the lever of the trap with a clash.
In that instant, the metal sprang forward with a terrible swiftness, its cruel jaws snapping shut around her ankle, as if something so ravenous had sunk its fangs into her fragile limb.
A high piercing shriek erupted from our throats in unison, an unbearable wail that seemed to come from the very souls of our bodies. A searing agony coursed through me like the gates of hell themselves had been flung wide.
I casted my gaze downward and a cruel illusion befell me. Blood, dark and grim poured out from my ankle, yet no wound, no gash or visible mark revealed itself to my eye. The sole indication of any occurrence was that of what unfolded before me.
What was happening to the Princess was replicating on my body and all I could do was look on.
"Elisabeta!" came a cry, hoarse and despairing. Through the mist stood the very figure, the very man that had haunted my visions so often, encased in his battle worn armour. I had seen him before struggling against the hands that tore him mercilessly from the side of a longing woman, readying him for battle.
It was that moment revelation entwined me, the woman of my visions, was none other than the Princess that stood before me.
The sound of steel meeting steel rung through the air as he took on the three Ottoman soldiers encircling him. The first soldier fell without much effort, a brutal cry caught in his throat as the sword met its mark. His blood pooling the earth as he buckled into the ground.
The remaining two continued, their eyes full of dread but fuelled by resolve. One strikes to the left, the other to the right. Their swords scraping against the somber armour. Once more the soldiers advanced, their swords glinting in the light. Yet the knight eluded their blows.
In their blind fury they struck one another, the two knights fell. Then, as if seized by some dangerous impulse, the knight cast his blade, it flew, determined and sure. Burying itself deep in the soldiers stomach that had the Princess surrounded. The man gave a gargled moan and collapsed to the ground.
In that dreadful moment, the knight saw one thing, and one thing only.
He had impaled the Princess at the same time.
My hand raised to my mouth as I swipe the oozing liquid that dripped out. My throat burnt as it began to fill, my head light and foggy. I could feel myself drifting in and out consciousness. My body gave way and I began to drop.
The world around me grew dim and uncertain. I felt my very soul waver, fluttering between life and death, mimicking the actions of the Princess herself.
"Princess" the knight cried.
At last, my strength forsook me, and my body deprived of will, began to descend into darkness. I felt my own weight getting heavier, a slow stillness passing through my veins as death crept in.
In a moment, I was caught by the strength of another. The warmth of their breath on my skin as they grieve, the burning touch of tears as they fell upon my skin. My eyes opened for a final time "My Prince" the words slipped from my mouth, feeling as thought they were not mine to command but feeling so right to speak.
The Princess I had seen was now gone - I, in her place, frail and faltering. "My Princess" he murmured, his voice cracking as he placed a tender kiss upon my lips. His hand brushed the hair that fell on my face "Princess" he breathed for a final time.
Everything went black, the world shifted into a silent dark space. All I could hear were the heavy cry's of an infant, a new born that was not there before. Shouting and screaming, a mix of everything that just happened before me.
I awoke with a sharp gasped, my lungs filling greedily with the air they so desperately needed.
"Helena!" Came the sound of a timid knock on the door of my chamber. The knocking continued, each strike getting louder and more desperate. I could feel the wood trembling beneath the fist of who knocked. "I'm coming, I'm coming" I whined, wiping the fever that clung to my skin.
Dizziness seized me, the world spun as my feet hit the carpeted ground. It had all been a dream, yet so real, so vivid in every sense.
The knocking persisted, I unlatched the door but was only greeted with the dimly lit corridor. Silence stretched the hallway, the only whisper being the wind threading through unseen cracks. As I stepped back into the room, the sole of my bare foot trod on something.
A letter, crumpled and pale as though it had laid there for a while. On the front, my name written in the most delicate of ways, each letter flowing elegantly.
“Dearest Helena,
Though our acquaintance has been brief, it feels like an eternity in my heart. I would be honoured by your presence at my special day, my wedding.
Today, at 2 o'clock.
Maria”
She hadn't spoken of a proposal of her own. Nor had she even known me long to invite me to such an intimate event. Yet, she had.
Confusion swept throughout my body. If one thing's for certain, absolutely certain, the Princess in my dream was no mere phantom.
It was me.
I am she.
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