The Cruel Prince's Captive

Chapter 5

Iefyr returned home to his mother, he had seen her just after his release, but he had needed to drown his sorrows. His life was spared but Tolanda’s was not and that still weighed on him. He entered his home where his mother was cleaning. She looked to him and he could smell last night’s dinner of which he had declined but now he realised how hungry he was, his mother had already returned it to the boil for him which is why their house was filled with its delicious smell, it was boar strew and just what he needed. Gerenil immediately stopped her cleaning and went to him throwing her arms around him and then taking his face in her hands, even though he towered over her.

“That girl, Iefyr, she convinced the prince to spare you,” Gerenil said.

“I know, you told me last night, I didn’t forget,” Iefyr replied, his voice dull.

“I do not know if Ievos still holds any love for you since he did spare you, but when he said those words…” she clasped a hand over her mouth. “I felt like my heart broke right then and I believed he was about to allow your death,” she was almost sobbing again. He kissed her on her forehead.

“Well I was spared, mother,” he replied. “I believed him too,”

“When I lost your father… that was hard enough but to lose you would be unbearable!” she said.

“Do not think on it any longer, I am fine, physically anyway,” he said and then took a seat. His mother served up his share of last night’s dinner and placed it in front of him. It looked and smelled delicious and he tucked in immediately and she smiled contentedly, her tears just clinging to her lower lashes which she now wiped away.

“I know you wish to rescue that girl from them, but you simply can’t. I wish for her freedom too, especially after she had you spared but I do not want you getting into any trouble, any more trouble, that is. I feel the Queen is just waiting for a chance to execute you.”

“I just remember how the last slave given to Ievos ended up, I don’t know what he did to her, but she was found tossed into the mud in the markets, face down. She was innocent and she ended up dead, I could do nothing to help her and now… this woman I almost saved…”

“Prince Ievos denied anything to do with that girl’s death, remember?”

“Of course he did!” Iefyr spat. “I tried to stop them taking that girl before… but it was hopeless.”

“You just ended up getting arrested, again, didn’t you?” his mother said. “If you keep trying to interfere, one day the Queen really will execute you. Ievos will not save you again and that girl… will not get another chance either. He will not allow it and the Queen will not allow her son to defy her again, you should have seen the look on her face after that girl convinced the prince to spare you, I don’t think I have ever seen anyone so angry. I could feel her rage.”

“I don’t care, I just wish I could free her,”

“Why is it you feel you have to save everyone, my son?” she asked.

“Because I am strong and father taught me to protect those in need of it, except I lack the power to do so. I am just a hunter.”

“My boy… you must leave it,” she warned.

“I will be careful, don’t worry,” he said and she sighed.

“She is very beautiful, isn’t she?” Gerenil said looking at him sideways as she returned to her cleaning. Iefyr made no attempt to respond, everyone else seemed focussed on the girl’s beauty but he was focussed on her innocence and the fate she had been sent to when she did not deserve such. It was a cruelty, an injustice and all because she was human and beautiful.

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Tolanda was in yet another sheer dress for the day and she was to follow Prince Ievos around wherever he wished. He decided to go and wander their courtyard and Tolanda noticed other nobles were also here. Her eyes were drawn to a beautiful female elf; her hair was long and flowing down her back to her thighs in blonde waves. She appeared to be the destination, she turned at their approach from a flower she was admiring.

“Prince Ievos, what a pleasant surprise,” she said, Tolanda noticed her delicate features, her nose was pointed and small, her eyes were striking like all elves it would seem although Prince Ievos and the hunter Iefyr had the most beautiful and Tolanda found herself wishing she had seen Iefyr’s eyes as close up as she has had to see the prince’s.  

“Dresna, you are stunning as always,” he said charmingly, and she smiled.

“And you are handsome as always,” she replied, her eyes flirtatious.

“Tell me, what are your plans for today?” he asked.

“Not a lot, my day is yours, your highness,” she curtsied.

“Care to join me in my chambers?” he asked her, and she looked most pleased holding out her hand for him to receive and lead the way. Once they reached his chambers, the prince took a rope from his drawer and tied Tolanda tightly to her cot by her hands and she was forced to sit on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

“You will watch us,” he said and Dresna laughed.

“Oh Ievos, you know how to make the virgins uncomfortable, don’t you?” she said.

“It is too fun,” he replied turning back to her and he threw off his top robe, Dresna beginning with her own dress ties.

“No, I don’t want to be here!” Tolanda said, “please, let me wait outside!” she begged and he turned to her taking hold of her hair roughly.

“You will be silent, and you will watch!” he hissed.

“Why? Why do you want me to watch?” she asked.

“So you learn, of course!” he growled back and she trembled, tears falling from her eyes and she realised she had probably cried more tears whilst here than she had done in her whole lifetime. The prince proceeded towards the beautiful Dresna and helped her remove the rest of her dress, revealing her slight but beautiful body before he tossed his lower robe to the side, Tolanda blushed at their nakedness as the prince lifted the elven woman in his strong arms carrying her with ease over to his bed, her legs wrapped around him. Tolanda watched as he climbed on top of the elven woman and began slowly moving his hips against her. Tolanda cringed and looked away, she was both embarrassed and terrified due to the purpose of this display. She could hear their breaths begin to sound laboured, but it was not labour it was pleasure. Dresna gasped and then the prince switched her around, so she was on top instead. He held her hips and looked over at Tolanda.

“You watch, slave,” he ordered, and she obeyed whilst she cringed as she watched the elven woman riding on top of the elven prince. His eyes were fixed on her though and it made her endlessly uncomfortable, but her eyes remained fixed to his also much to his pleasure, but she dared not look away now to save angering him.

They both climaxed and Tolanda took this as her permission to look away, so she did so, resting her head on her arm against the edge of her cot. Anger began to boil inside of her, perhaps it was a defence mechanism, but she was raging. Ievos and Dresna reclothed and he saw her out of his chambers and then returned to Tolanda, he had some servants coming in with him and they appeared to be preparing him a bath.

“That is what s*x looks like,” he said to her as he passed. Other servants went to his bed to change the sheets. “Did you think it looked fun?” he asked her, and she did not even look at him, so he marched over to force her to. She could smell that woman on him. “Do you think it looked fun?” he asked her, but she boldly defied him by remaining silent.

“You know my mother’s intentions for you, she gave you to me in that sheer dress with your beautiful face and odd coloured hair so that I could enjoy something a bit more… exotic I suppose,” he said.

“Then why have you not taken me yet?” she boldly fired; her gaze shooting up to meet his as he stood above her. It was almost a challenge, her words, her fierce eyes, and it took him by surprise.

“Prolonging the torture,” he said but did not sound as certain in his words as he usually did.

“Consenting s*x is probably fun, s*x with someone you love… someone who loves you… but non-consensual s*x is rape, it is a violation of one’s body and soul and it is wicked.” She said with venom in her words. She made the decision here and now that if he tried to force himself upon her, she would fight him with all her strength and all of her will, she would never just submit and allow it to happen.

“Yes, it is wicked,” he simply replied, “then doesn’t it seem like something I would do?” she glared up at him; yes, she would fight him as hard as she could but could she kill a man if presented the opportunity? She supposed the only way to find that out would be when it happened but if she escaped, if she killed the prince, how far would she get anyway? She began to feel hopeless and defeated but the fight was still in her; dampened but it still burned.