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 Female x Female  BDSM  Dark/Violent  Fantasy A Grimm Reimagining [MintyMinx & Chrystal Dark]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Jun 3, 2019.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    [​IMG] in a wood, not far from the middle of nowhere, there lived a kindly old woman, who just happened to be well versed in the art of herb lore and was exceptionally good at baking. In fact, because she also knew enough herb lore to have an almost infinite supply of flour, sugar, ginger, cinnamon, and a wide range of other herbs and spices, and be cause she kept chickens who laid many eggs, she had, in the not so distant past, baked herself a cottage.

    This cottage was her home, and she used her extremely powerful baking skills to keep it from getting soaked by the rain, dried out by the sub, and eaten up by insects and other pests. The old woman, who's name was Lorabel, lived a happy if solitary existence in the forest with her cat and her small fields of wheat, corn, sugar beet, herbs, spices and other delights.

    Until one day two naughty children who had run away from home because they didn't want to do the chores their parents had set them, happened upon this cottage. Now, Lorabel was a kind old soul and if travellers chanced by her cottage, she would invite them in, feed, them and offer a bed for the night.

    But when the two children approached, she was busy harvesting her fields around the back of the cottage and so was unaware that they were out front. Being somewhat hard of hearing, she didn't hear their call to see if anyone was home. When she returned to the front of the cottage she was horrified to see that they had eaten part of her roof. She was going to chastise them and chase them off, but instead her good nature got the better of her and she invited them in just as she would with any weary traveller.

    She invited them to stay a while, on condition that the girl help with the house work and the boy replace the roof tiles they had eaten. Sadly Lorabel didn't realise how selfish and lazy these two little brats were. They both flatly refused to help out about the place, and the boy even stole more of her roof tiles that he was supposed to be replacing. So to punish him and stop the greedy pig from eating more of her home, she locked him in a cage, that she used to transport her chickens to market.

    In order to get the girl to pull her weight and earn her keep, she came up with a delightful little story that if she didn't, Lorabel would eat the boy. Of course she had no such intention, but is scared the girl sufficiently that she actually started helping. Until one day when she finally decided she would not put up with their excuses anymore. She set about baking some new roof tiles to replace the replacements the boy had eaten. Asking the girl to help her lay the baking sheets in the oven was clearly a bad idea, although the poor old woman didn't realise it until it was too late. The ungrateful wretch actually tried to kill her!

    The child pushed her into the oven and slammed the door shut, intending to leave her there to die! Of course, the old woman was used to the heat of the oven because she baked every week, and being a sensible person, had made sure that any space in her cottage large enough for her to fit inside, had a way for her to get out. She frequently climbed into the oven to clean it, and the last thing she wanted was to be trapped inside. She watched through the glass pane in the oven door as the girl stole her jewellery box.

    As soon as the girl was out of the cottage Lorabel let herself out of the oven and watched through one of her clear sugar windows as the murderous little thief freed her brother and the two ran off into the forest. The old woman vowed revenge and muttered a curse that the stolen gems would bring the girl nothing but sorrow, and that one day, they would meet again.

    A few days later, walking in the woods, she found the boy's corps. Lodged in his throat were a number of red, green and purple gemstones. The greedy pig had clearly mistaken them for sugar candies and tried to eat them. Served him right as far as Lorabel was concerned...

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    Ten Years Later

    Word of the young woman's beauty has spread far and wide and she is often beset by suitors, or so the rumour has it. The messenger has ridden far to seek out this rural village, looking for the woman with the beauty of a princess, living in a woodcutter's hut with her parents. She was of age now, so the rumours said, and so the Messenger had ridden all this way, to see for herself if the young woman was as beautiful as they said, and if she were, to make her the offer of a lifetime: Return with her to the palace of Mont Pangini and be wed to the heir to the throne of that wealthy land.

    She presented her offer to the ageing father and mother, along with the bride price, five hundred gold pieces, probably more than they had ever seen in their entire lives. And then she asked the young woman. "Will you accompany me? You will never want for anything. You will dress in the finest clothes, eat the finest food, ride a beautiful mare, you will have a servant to wait upon you, and you will be betrothed to the future ruler of a wealthy and prosperous kingdom

    "As for your parents, that will recieve a bride price of five hundred gold pieces now and a hundred more every year for as long as they live. What do you say, my Lady?"
     
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  2. MintyMinx

    MintyMinx The Most Tasteful Mint. Member

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    [​IMG] In every story there is more than one side to a story and it has been known that once a story is told so many time it starts to become twisted. Over and over and from each view the story varies, for no story is seen the same way. Hansel and Gretel, such a dark story, but what if all is not how it seemed. What if characters were truly more human than many gave them credit for. What if the darkness in this story has yet to be told? Remained unseen to even those who were in it. In Gretel's case this may just be what happened. Not many truly know what happened except in the eyes of a child. Gretel was not old enough, she couldn't understand. She and Hansel were only so old. Gretel a few years younger than her brother. Now in the great famine that over taken the country, her mother took it upon herself to abandon the children deep in the forest, somewhere they would never be able to find their way home. Somewhere, where her husband and herself could survive and not have as many mouths to feed. It was a horrific event. Left alone with her big brother the children had set off. Trying to find home was always on Gretel's mind. Hansel wanted adventure. The children were young, naïve and Hansel wasn't always the nicest to his sister. Pulling her hair as they walked, tripping her, mocking her. Yet Gretel always obeyed him. Meek child who idolized her brother and thought he knew best.

    When the two young ones arrived at a house made of cookies and candy both children were over joyed. Food and shelter. Being a bit more reserved Gretel didn't touch the candy, not until her brother gave her permission, teasing her and telling her not to be such a cry baby. Gretel hated the name calling, so in spite she took the biggest heap of candy and began to eat like her brother. Mouthful, handfuls they began to gobble the dessert like greedy pigs, I mean what child could really help themselves? When suddenly they were interrupted. Gretel nearly choked on the candy, dropping her handfuls. Seeing that witch's angry eyes, tears filled her own and she had dropped the candy. Though she hadn't been yelled at or punished she had began to cry. Hansel, smug child that he was took lead. Gretel was too young to understand, to comprehend the snarky comments the outright refusal. All she knew was her devotion to her brother, to anything he said.

    They were helping fox the house, with how guilty she had felt that was fine with Gretel, she had no idea that Hansel ate his work. He told lie after lie to keep Gretel on his side. Spoke of how she wanted to eat them and that's why he was in the cage. Every night Hansel groaned and moaned about the witch and her evilness. How she was fattening him up to eat him. Each small whispered lie led the young Gretel to panic. One day while baking with the witch her fears won. She pushed the witch into the oven and closed the door. Freeing her greedy brother and the two fled home. Home was all Gretel had wanted, unaware of her mothers heart breaking betrayal.

    Hansel died that night. Though most know not how. Though the evidence shows that he choked, only Gretel knows the truth of how Hansel came to choke to death on that candy. How it stuck in his throat and watching his face turn purple. Gretel returned home to an angered father, angry at her mother. Betrayal, yelling and a dead child. it was all too much for Gretel and after years of telling a story, it had been passed around so much it became nothing but a fictional tale. Something not quite right. Gretel just let the story die, let herself become an adult and when those who asked her about the house and the witch she was vague, if she spoke at all. Years passed slowly but soon Gretel had shoved the darkest memory of her life aside and began to live again, began to feel normal. That was until that day.

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    Gretel had grown. Dark locks and gentle eyes. A meek and obedient disposition, as far as anyone was concerned. She was known as a beauty, a rare woman. Gretel would disagree but kept appearances for her parents sake. Despite it all her family was the only thing that mattered, I mean what else could she do except obey. That was when she arrived. That beautiful blonde with the message. Gretel's heart sank as she watched the greed in her mother's eyes. Maybe that was where Hansel had gotten his dark side from? She sighed softly and looked the woman in the eyes. those beautiful ocean blues that she could get lost in. "I accept your terms." She spoke as her father's meek eyes seemed to be relieved. She refused to have him chose between her mother and his children again. Instead she gave in, giving her mother what she wanted. That was the only reply the messenger got. Gretel was certainly not one of many words and in her eyes the messenger would be able to see the young woman almost looked defeated. She stood from the table, moving to her room. She grabbed but one thing. A small trinket, a hard candy encased in some clear thing that seemed to make it a pendant. that same candy stolen from the house, the same that poor Hansel had choked on. She walked back out and looked to the young woman at her small table. "We may leave. Seeing as I will not want for anything. I have no need to bring anything right?" She questioned softly, but there was an emptiness in the smiled she showed. Walking to the carriage she opened the door and climbed inside, silent, nothing but a distant look upon her face.
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

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    "You need bring only yourself, my lady," The Messenger told her, "And anything of sentimental value you do not wish to be parted from, perhaps a keepsake or favourite toy, to remind you of happy times in your childhood?"

    The messenger mounted her steed, an enormous white stallion. In the mean time the coachman, who apparently was a little wizened old man with a long grey beard, opened the door to the carriage that had accompanied the messenger, closed it again behind Gretel and clambered somehow back up to the driver's seat. As the coach moved off along the dusty road the messenger rode alongside, bent low in the saddle and called through the open window, "My name is Mirabella, my lady. Should you need anything let me know, I am here to serve you in any way I can. If you need to stop the coach, pull that thing red cord. It will ring a bell by Grintin's ear. He's your driver, he's part dwarf, and part goblin, or so he says, but he's also rather deaf, hence the signal."

    She dropped back behind the coach to let a farm wagon pass by the other way then pulled alongside again. "If you look under the seat you will find a hamper full of food and wine. There are cakes and biscuits and sweetbreads in there for you to snack on if you are peckish, and also cured ham, boiled eggs, bread, butter, fruit... enough for a good meal when we stop. Above your head you will find a cloth bag with clothes in. They will be too big for you if you hold them up, but they are elven made and enchanted, We didn't know your size, you see. put them on and they will become the perfect size for you!"

    Elven cloth was devilishly expensive, clothing made from it doubly so. The bag contained a full set of clothing, from underwear and shoes to a beautiful yet practical travelling dress in a deep forest green. Mirabella pointed out the blinds on the windows, should Gretel wish to change into the new clothing without anyone seeing her. She also showed Gretel how to pull up the glass pane that was housed inside the door, in case it got too dusty on the road or she wanted some privacy. Then with a mysterious smile on her face, Mirabella rode on ahead to make sure the roadway was clear.
     
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  4. MintyMinx

    MintyMinx The Most Tasteful Mint. Member

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    The carriage lurched forward and Gretel closed her eyes. There was no turning back. Her fingers lifted to the candy pendant as she just reminded herself as always. Always reaching up, always touching the one memory she had. It was a haunting one. One that none would ever know. None would ever understand. She knew the story, they story she had told, the story that she remembered. The story that was passed from lips to ear over and over until the whole thing had seemed a fantasy. The carriage hit the slightest bump but it jarred her from thoughts and those eyes opened with a hardness that would not be understood if it was seen. That was when the gentle voice called to her through the open window. Had she seen her? Was she speaking just because Gretel herself was so quiet? Settling herself down and relaxing just a bit to listen to the blonde who now rode close so she could hear her. Her voice was sweet and maybe even a bit raspy in its own way. Mirabella. It was absolutely beautiful. Her name, her voice. This messenger was more than Gretel could have hoped for in a human, yet here she was bought by the woman's master. That's what it was too, she had been bought. As Mira fell behind the wagon Gretel bit the inside of her lip. What foul luck she had. Past, present and future seemed determined to curse her to an ill fate.

    When the woman came back to ride beside the wagon Gretel took to admiring her white stallion as the woman spoke. Eyes taking in the glistening clean coat of the beast she had road so far on. Her eyes gazed up to the bag she had mentioned full of exotic clothing that one like herself could never had afforded in her life. Her hand dropped from the pendant. Her eyes casting once more to the kind woman who rode ahead. Mirabella hadn't disappeared before Gretel caught that curl on her lip. The young girls eyes furrowed as she watched. Soft sigh fell from her plump lips before she did herself a favor and closed up the window. Even if it got heated in here she didn't much want the dust. She looked before her. Each and every detail on the carriage she took in. Her fingers running over the soft curves in the door, her eyes touching the velvet beneath her ass before her eyes drifted beneath her feet to the basket of food. Her stomach growled and Gretel furrowed her brow. She had survived the famine and yet she never was willing to eat to much after that witch's house.

    She lifted her head from the basket and to the bag full of the exotic clothing. Reaching up she pulled down the bag and stared in it a moment. Hesitant fingers reaching forward to touch the fabric. The carriage hit a bump and Gretel gasped in fright as if touching the cloth would have caused some type of catastrophe. Drawing the curtains she stared at the clothes. Should she really put these on her dirty skin? She hated the idea but arriving in front of royalty in rags would be worse wouldn't it? Gretel began her struggle of removing her own garments, piece by piece until they were gone. With a soft breath she pulled on each item she was given. To her shock the form fitting part was a bit shocking. The elven clothing suddenly snugging against her skin and making Gretel gasp in a bit of shock. touching it once more as she debated taking it off. She really was feeling a bit out of her element.


    Packing the old clothes into the bag she set the bag back where she had gotten it. Shifting in her seat she sat back closing her eyes. Now Gretel was use to hard work and honestly her mother hadn't been the kindest to the girl. She could have sworn the Hansel had inherited his bad traits from her. As her thoughts drifted she suddenly fell asleep on the long ride, sleeping deeply as the carriage carried her off to the new part of her adventure.
     
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  5. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    Mirabella rode alongside the carriage for a while, watching her charge explore the food basket and examine the clothing, then pull the curtains. The messenger dropped back behind the coach to where, from her vantage atop the horse she rode, she could see clearly through the rear window of the coach, above the top of the rear curtain. She watched, leering a little, as Gretel undressed and then dressed herself in the elven cloth garments, enjoying the view while it lasted. Then she rode on ahead again, ensuring that the road was safe to travel.

    After a few hours the road began to wind its way through the foothills of the great mountain range to the South. The land here was forested and the road well known to be a perilous one. Wild beasts, footpads and brigands roamed the forests, and many an unwary traveller had fallen victim to one or other. And yet none came near the coach as it wound its way through the trees along a road that grew narrower and darker. Until, just as night was falling the road emerged from the forest and burst out into the rays of the westering sun, revealing the majestic snow-capped peaks of the mountains, stained orange and pink on their Western faces by the sunset, and deepened into purple shadow on the Eastern sides by the coming night.

    A well fortified inn stood beside the road just where it crossed a fast flowing brook. As the coach and the lone horsewoman approached, so the gates to the stockade swung open and the travellers went inside. People of different races, men, dwarves, even an elf or two, seemed to tumble out of the buildings within the high wooden fence, tending to the horses, almost snatching the coachman away to what was apparently a dwarven tavern, and leading Mirabella and Gretel into the main inn.

    "We will spend the night here. It is safer. To continue on the mountain roads by night is far too dangerous, even for me." She quickly showed Gretel to the room they would be sharing, pointed out the bath that was even then being filled with hot water by the servants. "I am your maidservant, my lady. It is my sworn duty to be by your side at all times, to protect you, and to serve you in any way I can." She indicated the bath. It is for you, and I will help you bathe, make sure you are clean for dinner."

    Another interesting thing about the elven cloth that Gretel's new outfit was cut from - it was resistant to most wear and tear, and almost impossible to get dirty or stain. The dress would remain as fresh and new looking as the day it was woven, until the elf who wove it was slain or the loom it was made on was broken. Mirabella pointed out the looking glass, the magnificent fireplace in which a small fire was burning, enough to keep the night's chill at bay. The bed itself was more than big enough for both of them. The messenger shrugged. "The inn has only one room available at present, my lady, and the innkeeper here is a law unto himself, he is not swayed by any, not even the rulers of Mont Pangini. If it is your command, I shall of course sleep on the floor. But first you must bathe. Please, let me help you undress?"
     
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  6. MintyMinx

    MintyMinx The Most Tasteful Mint. Member

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    Gretel was completely unaware of the eyes that had peered through that window. Eyes that took in her ivory skin and dark locks. The ride was long and she slept through most of it. It wasn't until the abrupt stop she opened those drowsy brown eyes. Sitting up she ruffled her hair as the door opened. There was no chance to even take a look at the place that they were as she was whisked out of the carriage. Surprise filling her face as she looked around at the creatures now towing her and Mirabelle inside. "S-staying here?" She spoke out uncomfortably. It was all so much to take in.



    Gazing around the room she raised a brow. "Help b-bathe?" Her eyes were wide like a deer caught in the headlights. She shook off the feeling of dread as she realized what the woman meant. Honestly it as intimidating the idea of having another woman touching her like that. She took a tour of the room and shook her head. "Sharing the bed wouldn't harm anything. You shouldn't have to be uncomfortable just because of circumstances." She mumbled back quietly until she mentioned the undressing. "I... if you feel the desire so desperately to help. You can." She spoke softly.



    She wandered to the room where she moved her hair out of the way. When Mirabelle came and started undoing the strings that she had spent some time tightening. She could feel her heart racing as the green fabric dropped to the ground. "I can do the rest." She quickly moved away from the woman's hands and her cheeks were flushed. She removed her underwear,but her hands keep the shy woman from complete view. She quickly slipped into the tub. Her knees pulling up to her chest. "It's awkward if you stare like that." She mustered to speak up as she stared down at the water.
     
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  7. Chrystal Dark

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    Mirabella smiled and nodded. "Thank you my lady. I will sleep better, and be more alert on the road on the morrow." She helped Gretel out of the gown and hung it up, turning away to do so. She turned back just in time to see the naked woman step into the tub and sink down into the steaming water. Gretel admonished her for staring and the servant blushed a little and lowered her eyes. "Sorry, my lady, it's just that you are very beautiful. Please let me help you wash your hair and back?" Although a request, Mirabella did not wait for an answer. She sat on a small wooden stool that was next to the tub and used a small jug to scoop water onto the top of Gretel's head. "You are to be the consort of a ruler, my lady. You must expect to be waited on. There is nothing that you have to do for yourself, that someone else can do for you." A small bowl on the stand where the jug was contained flakes of washing soda, something only the very wealthy could afford. Mirabella dipped her wet fingers into the bowl and brought them out with a few flakes stuck to them. She quickly worked up a lather and began working it into the dull mousy-brown hair.

    With Gretel's hair soaped, the messenger washed the girl's back, noticing how her skin lost its greyish hue and changed to a rosy pink as she rinsed it off. Rinsing the girl's hair was last, after Gretel had washed the rest of herself. Mousy brown no more, the girl's tresses gleamed a beautiful dark walnut colour. As Gretel climbed out of the bath, Mirabella held a towel up for her to wrap herself in and dry off.

    The elven dress had reshaped itself into something more suitable for dinner, elves generally liked to travel light and having to pack different sets of clothing for different occasions was something they felt was unnecessary. Mirabella helped Gretel to put it on, and then with her leather armour somehow polished and her hair combed and braided although she could barely have had time to do her own hair, let alone polish the leather she wore, given that she had insisted on helping brush Gretel's hair and put a fashionable braid in it around her head and down her back. The servant led her lady down into the inn's dining room. It was relatively quiet, there being few travellers on the road. Noise came from the bar in the next room where some of the locals were enjoying a pint of ale. Mirabella headed for a table in the corner of the room and insisted that they both sat with their backs to the wall, on adjacent sides of the table.

    Mirabella ate heartily. There was a boar roasting in the kitchen, she could smell it. She ordered a plate full, along with mashed swede, carrots and a tankard of cider to wash it down. "You must eat, My Lady." She told Gretel. "We have another long day ahead of us and I do not want you passing out from hunger!"

    After dinner, Mirabella led her young charge back up to their room. "There is a nightgown for you in my pack," She told the younger woman. Personally I sleep naked when I sleep in a bed." She was wasting no time in stripping off her armour and the clothes she wore under it. Naked, she quickly moved to help Gretel out of her dress, found the nightgown in her pack and passed it to the woman. It would be slightly baggy and below her knees, but being a nightgown it wasn't as if anyone else was going to see it. Mirabella moved to where the bath sat cooling. It would be emptied in the morning by the inn's drudges. In the mean time Mirabella dipped a cloth in the lukewarm water and used it to was herself quickly. She turned back to the bed. "I should sleep on the side nearest the door, My Lady. For your protection."

    She slipped under the sheets and relaxed, waiting for sleep to claim her.
     
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  8. MintyMinx

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    Complimenting her had Gretel trying to keep up. Her dark brown eyes gazing after the woman as she just took control. There was no waiting for Gretel's answer after she asked a question. One that had the young woman stumbling for words anyways. So it wasn't like she would have had a quick answer anyways. Her dark brown eyes quickly shot forward as the maid found her spot. Gretel felt rhe warm water pour of her head and she seemed to sink a little. Nervous eyes drifted from water to the beautiful blonde who now scrubbed her hair. Her lips moved and the words that escaped only made Gretel's heart beat harder against her chest. Gretel's soft pink lips pressed together as she processed the words. "I understand that you expect me to just get use to it. It is not that simple. At least it is not that simple to me." She muttered her words softly, in a manner that was quite docile and almost gentle. She pulled her dark eyes away from the woman and looked forward. Mirabelle's fingers worked to lather Gretel's soft rosy skin. Hiwever her fingers would find small, long scars along her back. The little detail most would just wave a hand at, however it was not so simple. Those marks were history, showed how cruelly she had truly been treated. Healed and not all that obvious, but the small bumps that lined her back were plenty.

    Warm water soon found her skin again and it caused her to hiss out in surprise. Her own fingers working quickly to washe herself bore Mirabelle finished. Once her hair was washed and all other parts of her body properly cleansed she exited the tub. Body dripping as she carefully escaped the hot tub. She was greeted by a towel. Though Mirabelle would have been able to gaze upon it all. Her slender, slightly malnourished body, small breast and perky nipples. Her small bush that covered her lady bits. She pulled the towel around and began to pat down her own body, but not before a redness crossed her face. Cold made her nipples hard as she continued to dry. Confused brown eyes landed on the dress, picking it up and staring before looking to Mirabelle. "I-it's different." The shock in her tone said it all. Her finger clung to the new dress. A soft tan with hints of red. She pulled it on and then looked to Mirabelle. The woman wasted no time in helping the young woman and then doing her hair. Gretel was finding it pointless to resist her at this point. She was quite pushy and insisted on doing things despite Gretel perfectly fine doing them herself.

    Led down the hllway and into the Inn she found herself being seated. Big doe eyes took in the new world around her. The smell of meat made her stomach growl and when the plates were set in fron of them Gretel again gave a look of astonishment. When told to eat she nodded. Small bites and a delicate way she ate told the woman before her that she was mature. Gretel had learned that gluttony wasnt rewarded and though she ate a good amount she certainly filled up faster than most. Drinking her fair share of cider before the two stumbled up to bed.

    Bare?! Gretel would have much more of a fit if she had not been tipsy fortunately for Mirabelle she could varely face the woman to object. Instead she silently allowed her dress to be removed and night gown to be put on. This whole waiting on her thing was not something she would wish upon people who were not use to it. She crawled into the bed and lay with her back to the woman, her eyes ipen as the nude woman crawled into bed. Well what could one do? She just stared at the wall a moment before she began to hum. Humming a soft tune that she knew, that she had actually picked up from her childhood. A tune that was eerie as it was beautiful. One that young Gretel had learned from a old witch of nightmares. However this song seemed to being the girl comfort as she reachednfor the jeweled candy that hubg from her neck, never seeming to leave her. It was odd, at least to one who didn't understand.
     
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  9. Chrystal Dark

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    The child was humming, Mirabella recognised the tune and almost started to sing along, but that would be very unwise. She knew the song well, knew the words to it, that the girl she was escorting did not, or at least it seemed not. Mirabella rolled over and placed a hand on Gretel's shoulder. "That is a pretty tune. You should sing it for your betrothed. But hush now, dear one, it is time for sleep." She smiled and softly kissed the young woman on the back of the head, then rolled over again, placing her back against Gretel's.

    She slept soundly and woke refreshed as always, as the dawn's light hacked it's brutal path through the room's ragged curtains and spilled into the room in blotches of gold. The messenger yawned and stretched, then rolled over and shook Gretel awake. "Come girl, we have a long day ahead. She slipped out of the bed and stood, naked, in the middle of the room, stretching, allowing the new day's warmth to ease the sleepiness from her. Then she turned to her first duty of the day, all but dragging Gretel from the bed and stripping the nightgown off her. "You will have better when we reach the castle," she told the young woman.

    She paused to admire Gretel's womanly figure. If circumstances had been other, she might have taken advantage of Gretel during the night, but even sleeping in the same bed naked was pushing it. The elven cloth gown had reshaped itself for travelling again and she helped Gretel dress, something the young woman seemed determined to make as difficult as possible. Once the Bride-To-Be was dressed, Mirabella dressed herself and led Gretel back down to the inn's main room where breakfast was being served. Mirabella ate heartily, packing away a plate loaded with eggs, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, and a thick slice of bread, washed down with a strong but sweet herb tea.

    And then back on the road. The journey was more open now, as the road wound slowly up into the mountains, the air was clear and fresh, and although the day was bright and sunny, a chill began to nip the air, They stopped for lunch at a wayside cottage where an elderly couple served them cold meats and bread with thick creamy butter, offering a choice of fruit juice or cider to drink. Mirabella chose the fruit juice and aimed a kick at the driver when he asked for cider, causing him to amend his choice to the unfermented juice also. And again on the road. Now it was narrower with tight turns, often with a steep drop on one side or the other. Glimpses in the distance of a shining palace built into the mountainside became more frequent and tantalising. Soon the palace was in view more often than not up ahead, visible to Gretel through the front window of the coach, past the driver's feet. It quickly became clear that it was a lot bigger than it at first appeared. also, it gave the odd appearance of having been baked, but of course that would be impossible.

    The coach pulled in under the mighty portcullis that gleamed like black iron - or liquorice - into a cobbled courtyard. Grooms rushed from the stables to see to the horses, the driver vanished through a doorway, presumably to get drunk, and Mirabella ushered Gretel into a luxurious library filled with leather bound tomes, all hand written. a log fire crackled warmly in the hearth and a window gave a picturesque view of the valley below. "Please wait here, my lady. Your betrothed will join you soon."
     
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    Gretel jumped at the touch. Having been completely focus on her hum, she hadn't noticed the woman turning in the bed next to her. Those deep brown eyes flickered over to the woman as she mentioned singing it to the person she now was destine to marry. She nodded and fell quiet, like a scolded child she furrowed her brows, finding herself a bit upset. Her hand reached up to the one thing that never left her. A small piece of candy encased to make it a pendant, strong leather tied and then on her neck. Touching the pendant as she had so many times before. Her soft breaths coming out a bit unsteady. Yes, sleep, but how? This woman next to her had only thoughts of content while her own danced with nightmares she was about to face. Unknown was terrifying to the young woman. Childhood trauma having made her extremely cautious. Her eyes closed and nothing to distract her from the emptiness that seemed to envelope her mind. Darkness swirled and a empty feeling took hold of her chest. Then a warmth, soft skin pressed against the thin cloth that seperated the two of them. Her body heat slipped past and kissed Gretel's skin. The girl nearly loosing her breath as she could feel the blonde woman sleeping so soundly. Herself, laying awake listening to her breaths cracving to run a finger over her fair skin, not so sunkissed as her own. Eventually she drifted off, dark eyes closing and letting sleep consume her.

    The shaking of her body had her waking with a start. Her large eyes blinking in her confusion as she sat up. Her eyes locking onto Mirabella as she spoke. Her eyes followed the woman, not realizing what was happening as she yook in each inch of the woman. As she stretched and golden rays shaped her outline, Gretel pulles her eyes away and rubbed her face vigorously. She shouldnt have stared at the woman. It was so impolite. As she was grabbed and pulled out of bed she had hardly time to think as her night gown was taken from her body. With a flushed face she again protested, insisting on the fact that she was capable of doing things herself. She couldnt help but let her own eyes wander, catching Mirabella's glances as well. She furrowed her brows and grumbled the whole while. Mirabella sure to tell her time and time again she should just get use to it. How could she? Honestly. Naked woman's hands on you, pulling your clothes off, then touching places most people cant to put them back on.

    Flustered and irritated she sst silently at breakfast. Though she ate it was not nearly as much as the blonde woman put away. The herb tea was Gretel's favorite, so was the array of vegetables on her plate. She at well, but for someone use to eating little she seemed not able to stomach too much. Her dark eyes carefully watching the woman across from her. She certainly wasn't shy, nor would she let her stomach go empty. It was odd seeing a servant treat themselves so well. It almost made her bitter. After all the shit she went through for some eggs and bread once every few days.

    Pushing aside the thoughts she was having as she was again loaded into the carriage for some more boring carriage ride. Though the stop was most pleasant and she could feel herself giggle when Mirabella kicked the driver. Enjoying the sun on her skin before being put back into the carriage for more traveling. She dozed off a bit, napping on the way. That was when there was a jolt. When she woke Gretel gasped and looked around. Her eyes peering forward at the castle they were fast approaching. Her big brown eyes staring at the place that seemed to have a familiar glow to it. Something under the glow of the hour sun. Pulling in closer her eyes took in what details she could. Pulled from the carriage and shuffled inside. Standing quietly in the library she nodded to Mirabella.

    Who knew how long this rich soul would take elven clothing, constant meals, pampered from head to toe. Her fingers slid over a tome and she pulled out the beautiful handwritten piece. Flipping it open she stared at the beautiful letters, but she had never learned to read or write. Setting the tome back she wandered to the window and admired the beautiful outdoors. Would she end up just being caged here? She wondered in silence.
     
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