Stealing Calista

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When the night is dark they slip out of the woods.

The barbarians, or better known as Laethians, creep into the the Kingdom of Brealle. The King sleeps soundly in his immaculate bed, knowing that his only daughter is safe and sound in her bedroom.

No one sees the men scale up the castle wall and onto the open balcony. The Princess left the balcony doors open to let in the ocean breeze.

This just makes it easier to slip in and take the dainty creature.

One of the barbarians motion to the rest to stay while he steps past her billowing curtains. The moon illuminates his features as he creeps to the Princess' bed.

Something stirs inside of him when he spots the beautiful woman on the bed. His eyes roam over her curves and dart to the exposed skin of her upper thigh.

Licking his lips he traces the curve of her heart-shaped lips with his thumb. Her dark eyelashes flutter open and her emerald green eyes widen.

Before she could scream he clamps a hand over her mouth. The Princess of Brealle thrashes against the bed and as he lowers the cloth to her face.

She stills and he removes his hands. The Laethian then picks her up like a long lost lover and carries her away into the night.

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The Laethian doesn't let anybody else carry her out of the Kingdom of Brealle.

Princess Calista stirs when the men finally come to a rest. It's midday and the trees sway overhead. You can no longer feel the ocean breeze of Brealle and it feels like a piece of her heart was left behind.

Her wrists are chained as she watches the Laethians prepare camp for nightfall. Her dark hair is knotted and her brain is fuzzy.

Calista's chains clank and it alerts the men. "She's awake, Majesty!" They call out. She sits up and holds her head in her hands.

Tugging on the chain she finds it connected to the closest tree. Leaves crunch and a pair of boots appear in front of her.

Her heart skyrockets when her eyes drift upward. The man stares down at her with a curious expression and Calista remembers what one of her friends from the village told her.

Laethian men are known to be very handsome but also cruel. The King of Laeth stands in front of the Princess and she has no idea what he has in store for the innocent flower.

His dark eyes roam over her body and he smirks devilishly. "Hello, Princess."

She doesn't look at the beautiful man in front of her. Keeping her focus on her bound wrist she tries not to throw up.

"Stand up." He orders. Whatever was on that cloth was making her sick. Instead of standing up she pukes onto his shoes.

She feels dirty, disgusted, and scared. Also kind of satisfied for puking on her captor's shiny black boots.

The King calls to a young boy. "Clean her up, Smith and bring her to my tent." He tosses the keys to the skinny boy and walks away.

Calista, slumped on the ground, watches the child unlock the chains connecting her ankles to the tree.

"Princess," He whispers, shyly. "Please get up." She wipes her mouth and holds out her hand. Smith helps her get to her feet and stumbles to the bathing tent.