[ONE](Miro) Owning the Prince

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[ONE](Miro) Owning the Prince

Post by Nymphrodite J Wolff » Fri Mar 03, 2017 5:33 pm

Zaknaphien stretched out further on his small twin sized bed, listening to his back snap as he does. Groaning as he finds it just a bit too hard too sit back up at the moment and instead drapes himself over the side about like a thrown ragdoll. Blowing loose strands of his hair from his nose while looking for the slave that had to be about. He mostly ignored her now, out of respect that she had lasted more than a month, more than a few even but still wanted to make sure she hadn't tried to run away. The first place to look was her designated corner that was piled with blankets, pillows and such to act as a bed even if most nights he did give up his own. It was little use to him when he had to be hours up into the day so that Slave didn't spot the blood smeared from whatever that day brought. He didn't care to look clean, the first night he had been a bloody mess from a child, but found it much easier to handle her when she was at ease. There was instances he did use her to relieve his stress. Mostly peeling off her fingernails and if they were gone or too short he would reopen the marks from branding her by raking his nails along the scars. He kept it to a minimum though so that when she did remember something about who she was he would be told. That still bothered him and occupied much of his time, the scars on her shoulder seemed so familiar to his bite and not to mention the drawing that was still stuck in the framing of the mirror along with a few others that he changed around from time to time.

The mound was deserted though. She already seemed to have gotten up and the vampire was left listening for the girl's heartbeat. It would have been easy to lift his head since there was few places to be out of sight but he was still sore from the night before where an assassin had tried to kill his mother. He had half the mind to let it happen but the man would have easily failed, even a human would have heard him stomping down the hall, and wanted no part of her wrath. He had delivered a powerful kick to his ribs though and Zak was forced to keep his breaths shallow.

Her heart beat was close, probably just on the other side at his desk or the bookshelf. Probably grabbing one of the fruits he kept for her if not anything else. "How do you always manage to get up so early?" It would come out a childish whine, rolling over onto his side with some difficulty to see the ragged girl. She had free reign of most of his clothes and even a few of her own that he had managed to find. But most things he still withheld, only worrying about her overall appearance when she was to be showed off which he had yet to do. He didn't know whether it was his blurry eyes but thinking along the lines of appearance she looked a sickly pale, having been kept from the sun. He himself went out rarely but it generally didn't bother him. "How long have you been with me again?"
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Post by Miro-chan » Thu Mar 16, 2017 12:44 am

The girl had been a slave for exactly three months, stuck in the darkened room. Her master had been able to tame her a little, but Lydia was still resilient and stubborn. She had been repaid for her back talks and defiance with pain and yelling. Her nails had been removed many times, she'd been beaten, her blood had been stolen, but it was to no avail. She was still the stubborn, full hearted, forgiving girl she'd been when she first met him. She'd even shaped the male at one point and boy, they did not go well for her. She had no food for a very long period of time, losing a significant amount of weight, her bones even began to show some. Her brown eyes didn't like light much, due to being in the dark for so long, and her she'd grown an inch taller. Her short hair had grown out and now ended at her shoulders. She often kept it up in a high ponytail with her only black ribbon.

As the months went by, however, Lydia soon began to notice how kind and childish her master truly was. He still tried to cover it up with threats and whatnot, but she could see right through him. He even made her bed, which was a heap of pillows and blankets, in the corner for her to sleep in when she was too tired to crawl on his bed and sleep at his feet. He'd gotten her more fruits, an entire bowl even, to eat when she got hungry, but each bowl was just for a week. Her strange dreams, she found out, we're actually memories. She'd new her name, age, birthday...Who her parents were, who her best friend was, and what she liked to do. Though, she still couldn't figure out why her master looked some much like the guy with long hair and yellow eyes.

Lydia had woken up early to begin cleaning the room. It was a few hours earlier when her master returned and she heard him lay down on his bed. He seemed to be having trouble getting comfortable, though. Every time he went out to see his mother, Lydia honestly worried for him. He would come back with horrid injuries almost every time and she bet that was why he took all his frustration and anger out on her. The girl was in one of his shirts and a shorter pair of trousers she's made with whatever cloths her master didn't want anymore, and she reached up to the food bowl and grabbed and apple. She sat crossed legged, a worn book in her lap, and she took a large bite of the apple as her meal for the day.

She was munching on the large piece when she heard her master ask her how she got up so early in the form of a whine, and turned around to face him. She covered her mouth as a small giggle escaped her and held a finger up to swallow. "Idunno. I guess it's because I'm used to it," she stated truthfully, shrugging a bit before straightening her back. At his next question, she had to think a moment. The girl placed her chin on her fist, her elbow on her knee, and took another bite of her apple, a smaller bite. "Mmnn..." He hummed before swallowing and sitting up, "I believe it's been three months the and fifteen days." Her brown orbs widened a bit and she repeated the sentence before suddenly looking at him with a shocked expression, "Wow! I've really been here for that long?!" Her surprised expression soon turned into a sly smirk and one of her rows rose, "And you said that I wouldn't last a week." Her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms and mumbled, "Or was it three weeks...?" She closed her eyes, shrugged, and took another bite of her small meal. "So, how is my master feeling?" Lydia asked, turning her head to look at the male.
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Post by Nymphrodite J Wolff » Tue Mar 21, 2017 12:40 am

Zak managed to focus on the girl after some trying, requiring to rub at his eyes. Black eyes half closing again when he had spotted her, a relieved breath whooshing out. Since she was still around, reading something from the looks of it, there was no reason to wonder what she was up to. His eyes snapped open turning his head back to scan the book that was in her lap. Where had she gotten that? Probably one of his old ones he had stuck in the shelf that he didn't remember. There was also a small chance it was something her eyes didn't need to see but the prince laughed at himself, she knew better than to do something like that. There was a difference between stupidity and stubbornness. The first few weeks he tried to get her to cower much like the others but quickly gave in on most things. Fearful that he would end up pushing her body too far and the tortures unfavorable. A dry laugh slipping past his lips when she said that she was used to being up early. The times were better than they had initially been, she wasn't up right after he had laid down anymore and the time the human was up before him was usually spent cleaning. At times he hated leaving her in a small room with little to do, if it drove him mad at times he could only imagine what it had been for her. At the same time he used it as a sort of torture, locking the door to make sure no one would get in, while he went to spend time with one of the other two males from the 'royal' family.

When he heard what he thought was a giggle he made to sit up despite the protests of his ribs. Left hand going to adjust the blankets by his right ribs, allowing him to hold his side, while his right hand when to brush back his static filled hair. Tucking the shorter strands behind his ears while he smirked. A toothy mocking on her claim that she had managed to last longer than he said she would. Fangs lengthened as his attention turned directly to her. "Do you want a prize for making it so long?" His tongue snaked out to curl around one of his canines teasingly. "Maybe I'll personally bite you instead of cutting your body to drink? Or show you off to everyone else?" Zaknaphien waited a moment, releasing his side. "No, I suppose that wouldn't do because that wouldn't be rewarding you. Pity." It was fun to play with her, at times the prince was a bit kind and he was sure that she had noticed. At times he wondered if that was what had lead him being slapped. Gentleness was usually looked down upon and a master with that trait could never keep control of his slaves.

As used to he was by being asked how he was feeling it still unnerved him and by the way it took the elf an excessively long time to answer it was made apparent he was choosing what to say. "I am fine Slave. A minor kick, this time from a fight." The lie was quite obvious by his frequent statement that he hadn't been in a fight for years yet he jumped along. Not quite managing to bite back a whimper when he stretched, trying to show that it was nothing but a small bruise. Usually he kept his opinions to himself but at times he went on rants. Letting her in on his mother was a mistake. Zak still regretted telling her, the problems and thoughts it probably made her think, but at the same time tried to chalk it up to he didn't care.

As soon as the mystery of that mark was solved it was likely he would get rid of her before he got attached to her. Deciding to keep her away from his mother much like anything else he kept around. It disgusted himself, mother this. Mother that. He heard Oli's voice ranting about being too attached to her. Eyes wondering over her state before the desk she was near as his irises switched to a deep blue. Jaw clenching and unclenching before he shook his head, clearing away pestering thoughts. Deciding that he would ask despite a possible lack of answers "Any new dreams?"
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Post by Miro-chan » Sun Apr 09, 2017 4:07 am

(Sorry school has had me working down to the bone. Only 3 more weeks then summer break! The only downfall is having hardly Internet. Also, sorry for the post being short-- It's in the early morning for me right now and I'm tired. Haha.)

When her master stated what her rewards could possibly be, she froze up a bit. Her brows furrowed ever so slightly, her cheeks turned a light hue if pink, and she puffed out her cheeks a bit in both embarrassment and in worry. Though, she knew he'd had a soft side and probably wouldn't go through with it...but at the same time, he could easily do any of those things, even with Lydia fighting back. When the girl noticed the vampire-like male stretch, she could just sense and feel the pain radiating off him. Her expression turned into a bit of worry and she closed and set the massive book beside her before pushing her thin body closer to the bed. He'd stated quite a few times before that he hadn't been in any fights recently and he was obviously lying to her. Probably more so for his pride rather than keeping her from worrying. Her hand seemed to move on its own as it reach to his side, but Lydia caught herself and quickly pulled her hand back into her lap.

As eyes scanned her form, she fiddled a bit and pulled the sleeve up to cover her shoulder, though it a feeble attempt because it just fell back down again. She let out a tiny sigh and glanced up at him. Her brown orbs locked to his gaze as she saw his eyes had turned blue for a split moment. Was he sad? What had made him sad if he was? She was snapped out of her thoughts as he'd asked her if she had any dreams recently. "Any dreams...?" The young woman mumbled to herself and the one that popped up when she'd closed her eyes made her heart stop for a split second. Her cheeks, nose, and to the tips of her ears burned a bright red and a cold swear suddenly fell over her body. When she'd opened her eyes, she immediately averted her gaze and gave off a very nervous chuckle. "U-Uh... Uhm.... Y-Yes, I've had another dream... B-But," she inhaled and exhaled sharply as she looked at him a second before mumbling out, "I don't think y-youd be interested in...h-hearing it..."

The dream was actually two in one. One of them had her hugging the unknown male, while the other had her placing a light kiss on his cheek. As Lydia's thoughts were revolving around them, she hadn't noticed her eyes had wondered to some point on the floor, and one of her hands had reached up to lightly brush against her chapped lips. She had also failed to noticed that a tear had found its way from her eye and down her cheek. She still wondered why her master looked so much like the male in her dreams and she felt her brain was desperately trying to tell her something. However, something, something was keeping it from reminding her, or telling her what it wanted to. She'd had quite a few dreams recently, but those two stuck out to her the most. Was she and the master look alike lovers at some point? Was he just using her like some toy to play with? Lydia doubted that... She just felt in her heart that...that they had been closer than enemies, closer than friends and she wanted to figure out who he was and if she could find him again.
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Post by Nymphrodite J Wolff » Wed Apr 19, 2017 12:06 am

As the girl's cheeks turned a sort of scarlet Zak begin laughing, interest lighting a rare sparkle in his eyes. He took a deep breath while she seemed preoccupied to twist himself to face her, curling his legs under himself. Exhaling slowly through gritted teeth. She had been blatant in her worry for him when he had stretched moments ago and once more his regret spiked. Certainly he appeared to be one of those pathetic prince's in stories that hurt others all because they were being hurt or had been hurt and it angered him. How was he supposed to harm her without imbedding that thought deeper? How was he supposed to say anything to her without it being categorized. Either way it wasn't important at the moment and his eyes focused on her. What type of dream was she thinking of to cause such a reaction from her. One that he enjoyed playing with, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "Is this dream other than what you think may be important? Something that you hate to admit to the one included in it?"

Zaknaphien had said it clear as day but she was unresponsive in her own little world. The words being left in the open as if they had never existed at all. Instead the drow mixture watched her with a sort of uncertainty. Lifting a hand to touch her shoulder before letting it drop back down without making another move towards her. Wandering if he had been wrong to think it had been that type of dream. What would make her embarrassed but fall into a sort of depressive line of thinking. At times like this it would have been helpful if their was such a thing as mind reading for vampires but instead he was left to watch in his awkward silence. Not about to try and console her but also unwilling to leave her to sit there for who knew how long. Or how bad it would effect her. Unable to bend over he was unable to note the present tear and glassy eyes. Merely relying on his gut feeling that something was bothering her. Had all of her memories come back to her and she was buying time. That seemed unlikely.

Instead he grabbed his pillow, adjusting it in his grasp after switching hands and slapped it over the back of her head. "Moping will not help you with whatever it is. The past must not do a thing to you." He grimaced tossing the pillow in the direction of her pile. Letting her have it in a way she hoped was derogatory. "Anyways you still need to say your claim on a small prize for lasting so long." As much as the prince wished to stretch once more he refrained, uncrossing his legs and readying himself to slip off the bed.
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Post by Miro-chan » Tue May 16, 2017 1:21 am

Lydia was suddenly brought out if her thoughts as something soft hit the back of her head, which made a small yelp of surprise find it's way passed her lips and her watered eyes widened. She watched as the large pillow flew across the room amd landed in her heap of blankets and other few pillows. Lydia turned her body to face his, quickly wiped the water from her eyes, and grinned up at him. Her grin widened a bit, happy that she had another pillow. Especially a large, puffy pillow. She loved big pillows.

"Thank you..." Blinking, the human girl quickly remembered where she was and who she had been speaking to and shut her mouth and fixed her gaze to her knees. As she gazed back up at him, watching him move around with a pained expression, panic and worry was what forced her to stand on her legs and lightly press her fingers and hands on his right forearm and shoulder.

"We can figure that out later," she murmured, thinking that a small price was the least of her concerns. "Right now, I need to know what's hurting you so badly. If there's anything I can do to help you," she moved her face so that she could look right in his eyes, and when she spoke her voice was gentle but firm, "Please know that I'll do what I can to help you."

Lydia paused a moment before adding a quick, "Master." After a few seconds, she had noticed how close her face had gotten to his, nearly an inch away, and quickly leaned back a bit. Averting her gaze for a few moments, she internally cursed a the bright pink blush that spread across her cheeks, nose, and tips of her ears, and mumbled a tiny, "Sorry, master."
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Post by Nymphrodite J Wolff » Mon May 22, 2017 9:16 pm

The human had indeed taken his gesture in the exact opposite of the manner he had hoped, the large smile lightening her face tampering any cursing he might of had. A smile was better than the near tears she had been in. Zak was supposed to be her master but the tears made him want to wrap her up in blankets and tell her funny stories till she forgot her pain. Maybe that wasn't the best way to handle what ever she remembered but it was something that was generally indifferent. Just like the mask he plastered on now, pushing away the slight pulling sensation on his skin, "I am not a nasty master now am I? There is far worse one could do to you."

He was almost to his feet before tiny hands on his arm and shoulder stopped him, his head turning to the small thing as a silent question of what she was doing. Annoyance cracking his calm demeanor, eyes narrowing at her offer to help. "I am-" He stopped short at the added 'master' his annoyance being replaced with discomfort at their close proximity. Zak nearly bared his fangs as a soft growl rumbled from his chest, leaning back as far as he could though it gave little wiggle room.

"Finally noticed?" His head tilted to the side, a teasing smile turning his lips upward. "Though I do like the way the scent of your blood smells whenever you make yourself embarrassed." Zak raised a hand to tap her nose with the point of a nail. "Now back off. It's nothing a goof like you could take care of." Without thinking he went to jerk himself from her grasp, hissing loudly as a hand went to hold his side in response. His breath came in short gasps as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Jaw quivering as he struggled to say something that would cover up his actions. Finally Zaknahien released a breath, letting himself sink back onto the bed. Hands leaving his side to completely unwrap the blankets from around himself.

It brought a sort of shame to exposing the black and purple damage upon his ivory skin to his slave but he held his tongue and mind in check, focusing upon the more important problem at the moment. "Is there anything that can be done?"
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Post by Miro-chan » Tue Jul 11, 2017 1:27 am

Lydia's cheeks filled with air as the male teased her and she closed her eyes and turned her face to the side for a split second. When she turned to look at him again, the young woman lightly jumped when his claw--nail lightly touched her nose. She was about to retort something about her not being "a goof," as he had called her, but stopped short when he had turned and suddenly gripped his side. Her body acted on its own as she lightly placed her hands on his shoulder and the middle of his forearm in panic. She even felt sorry and even more worried for him when she caught the glimpse of growing tears on the edges of his eyes. Her lips pursed together as she removed herself from him and took a step backwards so he could remove the covers from him. When the covers were moved, a gasp found its way from her mouth. On his skin was a large purple and black bruise on this side and her worry soon booked into anger.

Her face turned red again, not from embarrassment, but from her anger. Her brown brows furrowed ever so slightly and her jaw clenched a bit as she demanded, "Who did this to you?"

She was answered with another question and she inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Thinking of possiblitlies to help settle her master's pain and the swollen skin, she bit the end of her thumb's nail. She took another food look at the bruise and began lsiting the things that came to her mind, "Well, you will need some sort of pain medication to help ease the pain. You could also put something that is very warm, hot, or cold, such as ice, on the bruise to both ease or numb the pain and help the swolleness go down." She glanced to her wrist, which had scars on it and blurted out, "Do you think my blood would help it heal faster?"

At this point, she didn't care if he took her blood to heal; she was too angry that someone would hurt him.
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Post by Nymphrodite J Wolff » Mon Jul 31, 2017 5:27 pm

To say that her anger surprised him was a bit of an understatement. At the most he expected her to carelessly list off possibilities and then return to whatever she had been thinking. Zak's amazement was hid from plain sight though and instead he nodded in thought. "I could see about finding some ice on the way. I am not sure how long it would be useful though." He taps his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes at her sudden idea. He found it strange, even at this moment, for her to offer her own blood. Every once and a while he took a moment to get a taste but that didn't mean she was always happy to be used like a walking bag. On top of his suspicion was the uncomfortable situation she was putting him in. By then vampires shed blood as if it was nothing. A bite a simple scar to tell a story later on. He had been taught differently and his age clearly showed in his reserved nature of such matters. Zak was past believing he was immortal but it seemed that death had little interest in him and wouldn't have for many more centuries in the least. That meant that any decisions he made with his blood or body would take many life times to fade.

Humans didn't have multiple life times for any decisions made to disappear.

As much as Zak needed it he wasn't in the mood to leave another mark for something so common. "That is a given with any damage done to my body but at this point it will not do much good. Bruises are a part of constantly battling to keep everything as it is." Out came a short laugh, the vampire turning his head away from the girl as he releases a sigh afterwards. Deciding to once more press on what they should do as her reward. "It is best you save your strength for your reward. I will have Victore or Naz pick you up later to let you wander around. If I remember right those that came in last night had to shake off snow, if you ask them I will tell them you can go outside." Zaknaphien made to stand, one hand pressing down on the bruise while the other clenched shut, using the pain from his own nails digging in to ignore the pulling. "If that is so I do believe I have a cloak or something of the like that will keep you warm." He seemed reluctant to take a step after standing, a side ways glance hinting that he was honestly thinking about returning to his bed for the day.
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Post by Miro-chan » Tue Aug 29, 2017 12:56 am

Lydia's anger soon turned into excitement, her brown brows rose when her master told her that there was a possibility that she could could outside.

Her small hands gripped sheets tightly, her upper torso leaned all its weight into her arms, and she asked with excitement in her tone, "There's snow?? I've never seen snow before. You are going to let me outside? Outside-outside??"

She watched as he stood from his spot and gripped at his side again and she frowned a moment. Her lips pursed together as she made her to the other side of the bed and stopped in front of him to look up at his face. Her brown orbs showed both a mixture how greatful and worried she was. She glanced down at the white shirt she had narrowed from him and her fingers began to fiddle around with the draw strings as she contemplated asking him what was on her mind.

She inhaled a breath, opened her mouth, and closed it a moment before finally asking him, "Are you sure you will be alright here? Alone? Maybe...we can wait a few days before you let me out-- I mean... I would like to go out and all, but... I'm honestly worried about your health right now."
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