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Her Queen	By : inked4chaos Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9639 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The morning sun broke over the horizon casting its light across the palace. Todryn groaned coming awake slowly in his bed. His head aching as he sat up instantly regretting the move as neasous overswept him. He looked around until he spotted G'ja asleep on the small couch set under the window. The couch barely containing his large frame.
Observing his friend as he slept Todryn was forced to admit that he owed the scarred man thanks. G'ja had stopped his foolish attempt to save Ashran. Bursting headlong into a royal celebration sword drawn would have only gotten himself Ashran and G'ja killed.
Truthfully Todryn knew there would have been no saving her, he dreaded the gossip of the courts. He had lived among these people his whole life and understood them to be ruthlessly vicious to anyone unlike them. Including young ruby eyed princesses.
His limbs felt heavy as he stood and pulled his tunic over his head and turned to the wardrobe. He stepped first to the small bathing table and filled the clay basin with water from the pitcher left by the servants. He wiped the previous days dirt and grime from his body before opening the wardrobe and selecting his clothes. Each move was methodical and precise as he thought over the previous nights events. Ashran had tried to escape. Without telling him. He knew it was likely her way of trying to spare him any involvment should she be captured.
He couldnt get her screams out of his head. And the bastard who was now her owner...he was a notorious sadist. It was of course impolite to discuss things in open court but while he had been deployed units of Al Bur-Rahs men had been under his command and if there was one thing soldiers were gifted at, it was drinking and gossip. He knew better than to beleive everything he heard but the rumors had been shocking and similar. It was said his harem was filled with freaks. The deformed, the godless. That his grand house had entire floors designed to torture and torment his slaves. Al Bur-Rah was the third son of a merchant who had saved Todryns grandfather from a tiger attack and as reward had been granted nobility. His elder sons had died mysteriously although in Todryns opinion after four years with the Lords soldiers it wasnt such a mystery.
Turning when G'ja grunted and shuffled on the couch he watched his friend come awake. " Good morning brother" Todryn said fastening the sash around his outer shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and began lacing up his boots. As the firstborn son of the king his chambers were generous, consisting of two rooms. The first outer room served as his office containing a desk, several oversized pillows serving as couches as well as his weapons closet and his armor on display. His sleeping chamber was adjacent and modest by royal standards. He had never had much need for opulence. Chasi's chambers were the very definition of opulent...they consisted of four rooms and were vast and laden with wealth and evidence of her position as royal heir. He mulled over the begininings of a plan, perhaps if he were careful and calculated she wouldnt miss some clothing. He could steal into the dungeons and slip Ashran away. Then he and his young sister could escape...

"No my prince." G'jas deep voice broke Todryn from his musings. The prince gazed at him levelly. " Whatever your planning its a fools errand. The girl is out of reach"

Bristling. Todryn bit down his anger. "No, she is never out of reach"

"She belongs to the merchant lord. He is beloved by your father. Crossing either of them in this will result in your head on a spike." G'ja said carefully. Praying he could get through to the prince before they did anything exceptionally foolish.
"She is the Heir"
"No, she is a slave now. She will never sit on the throne. The only person in all the realms that cannot see that is you." G'ja snapped.
Finally at his end with this foolishness. He had assisted the prince who was in every way and rational and logical a man as any he had ever met. G'ja had first become fond of him in the battle fields for his ruthless yet humane leadership. The prince was born to be a general and G'ja could not abide the notion that everything his prince could be would become undone by a whelp of a girl who would have been smothered at birth had the King had had any decency.
Although he was forced to admit his previous notions of the bastard heir had been misplaced. He hadnt spent much time with the girl but he could see that either she was the worlds greatest actress or she really was just a child cast a bad hand by the fates.
Standing he winced as his knee protested. An old injury that had never healed properly.
"Whatever your plan is, which i can only assume is something along the lines of stealing her away and killing anyone who gets in the way?" G'ja met the now angry princes gaze as he continued. " What then? How will you live? Where will you go that people will not know the red eyed girl on sight?"
Todryn faltered. "I have to try. She is my sister."
"Your sister is here my prince. Chasi will be queen. And if there is ever a chance to save Ashran it will be from within these walls. Only the King and Chasi can pardon her and grant her freedom."
Todryn knew G'ja was right but he also knew the sun god would fall to earth before that would ever happen. " The game of politics has never been my forte."
"Then buy her from the Lord." G'ja bit out, his own irritation growing. Todryns head snapped up.
"No...you buy her." Todryn felt a small glimmer of releif. "Or...you win her."
G'ja stared at the prince. All at once certain the man had finally lost his mind. He was just a soldier, the bastard son of some distant nobleman that had visited Samar and laid with a kitchen maid. His position in the world was solidified only by his prowess in battle.
" My prince i cannot. I do not have the means." G'ja stuttered, in any regards what in the name of the Gods would he do with a slave? Let alone the soulless one?
"No. But i do. I will...ill give you the funds. As your benefactor. You will challenge the lord and win her back" Todryn said excitedly. Certain that this was the only hope.
"What then? The princess and I move into the barracks? Do you truly think the king would allow such a thing?" G'ja stammered. Truly convinced that the prince had finally lost what sense he had. "Todryn this is madness!" He exclaimed, attempting to gloss over the fact that he had used the princes given name within the palace which was expressely forbidden. " She is lost! The girl is lost!"
"No, this can work. Before his entourage leaves the courts you challenge his right to ownership."
"My lord that law is intended for those who have families with the slaves. To keep bloodlines together." G'ja was desperate. Surely the prince could see reason.
"Then what is the harm in claiming you have affections for her!?!" Todryn yelled.
"SHE IS CURSED! THERE IS NO SAVING HER!" G'ja yelled his considerable patience having finally been run out. " Besides you know as well as every person in this court that i lay with men. No one would beleive the claim and all it would do is threaten you!"
Todryn bit the inside of his cheek. Knowing despite his denial that G'ja was right. Ashran was lost to him. Truthfully for a moment he found himself wishing she was dead. He didnt know what her future with the merchant lord held but he knew he wouldnt wish it on anyone.
Suddenly Todryn realised that he and his second were standing nearly toe to toe. That G'ja was flushed and his green eyes flashing with barely contained anger. Swallowing woodenly Todryn took a calculated step back and nodded his defeat in this discussion. Jumping when a small timid voice broke the heavy silence.
"Your highness, i apologise for...interupting but the King has requested your presence in the throne room" The tiny servant, a mousy young thing barely over twelve stated. Todryn and G'ja both turned unaware of the audience.
"Thank you girl. I will be there shortly." Todryn stated and watched the maid bow slightly before turning and fleeing the room.
"How much do you think she heard?" G'ja asked softly. Todryn sighed and shrugged. "Well find out im sure."
Turning back to the wardrobe he reached for the bronze shoulder gauntlet stamped with his fathers crest and latched it in place arranging the purple cloak. He hated wearing the damn thing but was required to when summoned officially. Flinching when he felt G'ja behind him adjusting the cloak along his back and latching it in place on his collar. Turning he looked at his friend in all seriousness. "Im scared G'ja. I dont know why i love her but she is my sister."
G'ja sighed wearily and nodded. "Everyone needs someone to love them my prince. The gods gave her you."
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Ashran pressed tighter into the corner of the narrow cell. Wincing and fighting tears as every movement seemed to exacerbate her injuries. Both her legs were broken, she was certain her right knee was shattered and she could feel it trying to heal which was anything but a pleasant sensation. She tried to keep her legs stretched outright hoping they would heal properly. She didnt want to have them broken again if they didnt heal straight. Attempting to keep her jaw relaxed she knew her tongue was nearly restored. The burning stinging sensation had lessened. Her wrists were shackled to the wall to her right. The only entrance into the cell was directly in front of her. She kept a vigilant watch on it as she tried to squeeze her hands free of the cuffs. It was probably useless but she was desperate to escape.
She had never attempted to flee before and she couldnt help but regret the action. If shed just stayed put none of this wouldve happened. Shed be in her chambers locked away. The routine beatings really didnt bother her but the man her father had given her too. He had smelled cruel and far to excited at the prospect of owning her. As she grew older she learned to trust her instincts more and more.
Hissing and fresh tears fell when she finally pulled her left hand free. Trying to bend her left leg her jaw clenched at the spike of pain that raced up her hip but she was able to press into the wall and move into a hunched standing position as she pulled her right hand free. Sniffing the air and promptly regretting it when the scent of unwashed bodies, urine, blood and agony filled her nostrils she hobbled to the cell door and peeked through the tiny window. She couldnt see anything or hear any guards. She had been in this dungeon enough times to have a general understanding of the guards rotations. She guessed she had three hours before the guards returned to the lower levels for there rounds.
Turning she examined the tiny cell again, trying to see if there was anything she could use. The floor was bare except for the straw scattered providing a poor barrier to the cold stone. She grimaced when she saw her congealed vomit in one corner, the result when she had first regained conciousness and felt the searing pain from her crushed legs and severed tongue. The only possible thing would be the shackles. Taking a deep breath she supported her weight on the wall and moved slowly to where the chains were bolted to the wall. twisting the links around her wrists she pulled, grunting and nearly giving up until she noticed one of the thick links was weakening. With renewed effort she sat on the ground and bracing her left foot against the wall she pushed through the pain and pulled until the link snapped and she fell back heavily. Groaning she ignored the impulse to just lay on the cold floor.
Standing slowly she made her way back to the window and fed the chain through the bars and pulled them back through so that they were wrapped around the two of the four thin bars, taking deep breaths she wrapped the chains around both wrists and started tugging and pulling her determination growing as she saw the bars giving the tiniest bit.
"Need help with that?" A voice asked behind her.

Ashran yelped and dropping the chains whirled around to see a tall thin boy standing in the back of the cell. Leaning casually against the wall with a bored expression on his face.
"Who are you? Where did you come from!?!" Ashran exclaimed, her escape attempt forgotten. The boy smirked and shrugged walking towards her and the door. Ashran stiffened and flattened herself against the corner, pressing so tightly that the doors hinges pressed into her hip.
The boy crossed his arms and leaned over and inspected her work before smirking and turning to face Ashran fully. "How far do you think youll get?"
"What?" Ashran asked, something about him put her on edge, thinking frantically she couldnt put her finger on it.
"Say, you get out of here, what next? Are you just going to walk out the front door? How far do you think youll get? You reek of urine and your eyes...well aside from the fact that theyre fascinating. They are hard to ignore." He was tall, taller than Ashran. Exceptionally thin dressed in a threadbare tunic and trousers with bare feet. Although he didnt seemed bothered at all about walking on frozen stone and through vomit and piss...frowning Ashran looked back to the floor following the path he had walked across the chamber. He had walked right through her vomit and as she look she realized. There were no footprints. Turning back to him she narrowed her eyes and attempted to feel his mind.
She couldnt.
He smiled again, although it was a pleasant smile it made her skin tingle with unease. " What...what are you?" Ashran stuttered.
"Shouldnt i be asking you that?" His voice was tinged with amusement." What is it they call you....soulless?"
Ashran bristled and looked away.
"You have a soul. Despite what the mouth breathers beleive."
"What do you want?"
"Well. I can help you. Actually...we can help eachother."
Ashran felt her heart race, standing fully she was barely able to hold back the grimace of pain when she settled her weight on both her feet and her right knee protested however it had been several hours since her knee had been broken and it was nearly healed.
"How is that?" Ashran asked skeptically, she had no position, no power. What could...whoever this boy is want with her?
"The man youve been given too...well as much as i enjoy his more...eclectic tastes. He is marvelously vicious. I can free you, get you away from here. Take you somewhere where no one will ever harm you again." The boy turned and paced around the cell. Seemingly having all the time in the world.
Ashran observed him carefully. "What do you want from me?"
Turning he gave her a blindingly brilliant smile and exclaimed. "Your obedience. Your soul. I will free you, i will even kill everyone who has ever harmed you. All that you have to do is pledge your loyalty to me."
Ashran mulled over the offer. She had had close to every bone broken again and again. She had been accosted starved tortured and abandoned. She didnt have anyone in the world who loved her.
Except for Todryn.
Her dear sweet brother who ignored his own safety to protect her at times. She knew he saw something in her that she wasnt convinced was there.
"If i dont?" Ashran asked carefully.
The boys expression morphed into something terrifying. "Then you will rot. I will leave you to that man and to your miserable existence. To be burned and flayed again and again. Until you are nothing but a sniveling bloody sack of skin."

Terror filled her as the truth of her circumstance was presented to her. That was her life, as awful as it had always been she knew it could and would get worse the second she was away from this palace. One prison for another.
"What do i have to do?"
"Prove your loyalty, do that and you will be freed."
"Why should i beleive you?"
"Do you have another option?"
"....how?" Ashran asked softly.
Jerking in shock when the world around her began spinning at a blinding speed she stumbled when it slowed and she realized she was no longer in her cell, she was in someones chambers. Looking around at the furnishings she surmised that she was still in the palace. She studied the room and flinched when the boy spoke again.
"You will kill the heir." The boy stated, Ashran turned on him snarling.
"I will never hurt my sister." She spat. The boy smirked.
" I beleive you will. What does it matter to you anyway? The brat would see you buried in the deepest ocean before shed lift a finger to help you anyway."
"She is my sister." Ashran said, her own anger and will strengthening. "She didnt choose this life anymore than i did."
"She hates you creature. Your right, she didnt choose this life however she seems to be coming out on the winning side of it doesnt she? What if i told you she will kill everything you love if you do not stop her."

"I love nothing." Ashran bit out, wishing more and more that she was still alone in that dank cell. Looking around at the room she was in she couldnt help but be awed at what she saw. Gleaming shimmering limestone walls surrounded her. Rich plush rugs stretched across the floors, tapestrys more brilliant than anything she had ever seen before covered nearly every empty space on the walls.
This was the heirs chambers.
"You love your foolish brother." The boy said flopping back onto one of the couches. Looking around the boy met her gaze again. "I can make you queen dear creature. This will all be yours. Just cut the bitches throat." He said casually.
Ashran shook her head. Hearing Todryns voice in her head. True, she doubted he would ever know what it was to be her. But she knew he loved her for some foolish reason. She couldnt betray that. Wouldnt.
" I wont do it." She bit out, praying he wouldnt pay for this.
The boy turned and looked at her, measuring her it seemed.
"Very well. Then you will suffer." Standing he approached her. " Just remember, everything that happens after this moment. You could have stopped it." With a flash the boy was gone leaving Ashran standing in her sisters chamber.
Her heart racing she looked around in confusion and felt her chest constrict as the doors opened and Chasi entered dressed in riding leathers, feeling as if she would faint from terror when her sister noticed her standing in the center of her outer chamber dripping blood and filth on her floor the princess shreiked.

"GUARDS! GUARDS!" Chasi shreiked. For a fraction of a second Ashran wondered if she sounded as annoyingly shrill when she screamed.
Turning she made to run out onto balcony overlooking the kingdom before the guards could reach her. Her legs while healed were still stiff and refused to cooperate. Grunting she didnt allow herself to think as she tried to jump over the edge just as she was grabbed and yanked back inside.
"NO STOP!" she called out as the guards threw her to the ground and kicked her, curling into a ball she turned and saw her sister standing a safe distance away from her watching with a pleased expression. Beyond her stood the boy.

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