On a small island off the coast of the people are plunged into slavery under unjust ruler. He casts his rule over the people in swift recourse if denied in any manner. A young princess escaped his grip once, but not for long. An all out search was made and the would-be king demands his queen. Alayna Mora, last nobility on the island is his ultimate target.
Anthony Mandrovia’s horde stretched their evil grasp over the land casting a dark shadow upon the once peaceful island. They spread out quickly and found the young princess. She had been running from them for weeks. Captured once again by these invaders she desperately tried to fight them off, but to no avail. Alayna pushed herself to exhaustion trying to escape.
Alayna’s hands shook and her legs quivered. It was all she could do to stand on her own two feet. As the men dragged her back to the castle and threw her before King Anthony Mandrovia’s feet. She fell to the ground, she looked up at the king, and again he offered his hand to marry her only to be refused.
He thought it best to throw her in the deepest dungeon of the castle, but unlike other castles this kingdom had no need for dungeons. There was little need and most who did wrong were punished according to the law broken right away. None stayed in the dungeon over night.
The King was quite aggravated by the news of no dungeon after the men tried to find it. King Anthony sent Alayna to the deepest depths of the castle to allow matters to dwell on her thoughts. Marry the king and be free or stay locked up. The guards had placed her in a wine cellar storage room. A small room only fit for storage and with no sun light entering in.
Alayna began to lose hope. This was her darkest hour in many ways. She could not hear the native birds sing or feel the sun on her flesh. Her kingdom fell apart and none stood up to stop it. The people of the island tried valiantly, but failed.
The room was very cold even in the daytime and even worse at night. Alayna shivered and after hours of being locked up a guard finally threw her some old blankets and some scraps of food. She wrapped herself up in the worst smelling cloth ever, but it was better than freezing.
Alayna’s dress was worn and tattered. As weeks went by she survived on the scraps of food and bundled up as much as possible in the blankets she wore. To anyone who did not know would think this beautiful young woman was a weary old hag forgotten by all.
The young princess’ features covered in dirt and grime. Her eyes saddened by the fate she suffered. Her youthful body was weakened by depression and lack of hope. Alayna was slowly fading away.
King Anthony Mandrovia called for her to his throne room one day and laughed as he saw her. Alayna looked at the king on her father’s throne. He had grown fate with gluttony upon the wealth that was her kingdom. Anger set into her heart once again sparking a fire unlike any other.
Again he asked for her hand in marriage and unlike before where she gracefully refused. She screamed at him, “Take your sorry excuse for a proposal and go to hell with the lot of you!” The king leaped from his throne, smacked Alayna across the face knocking her to the floor, and ordered his men to beat the rebel out of her.
No matter how much the king tried the fire he sparked would not go out. She had a reason to go on. The executioners tied Alayna up to a pole and ripped her clothes off her back. Each lashing was sharp and searing pain. Tears fell from her eyes as the pain surged thru her body. The lashings hurt, but not as much as seeing her beloved kingdom go to waste as it was. She was able to get a good look at her people forced to work for these savages.
Her people grew skinny while the Viking lot grew fat. Hope was lost in the eyes of her kinsman as 2 years have past since the Vikings came. The last six months the king did not summon Alayna to him. Before he stopped summoning her, Alayna spoke from her hatred for the would-be king and he grew tired of it.
The guards and a few rats were the only living creatures she saw. She had the tattered blankets pulled over her head and this hid her face in shadows. Her curvy featured covered in layers of fabric. She ate the scraps given and when the guard left she tried to move around to keep up her strength. The scars from the lashings now evident upon her back created a long term reminder of these hard days. Alayna curled up in the corner of her “prison”.
The young princess sang herself to sleep with a song trapped in her mind. She closed her eyes in hopes the dawn would bring a new promise for her people. Alayna cared little for herself. Every message she sent with those doves. They were all pleas for assistance to help her people.
Alayna’s mind drifted into thoughts of a dove finding someone who would send an army and get these savages out of her lands, but the thought someone worse than these men would come did not cross her mind. As she went off to sleep her mouth curved into a slight smile thinking of the fat lard on her father’s throne being lashed for what he has done.
The night outside grew still. The sea itself seemed calmer than most nights. The Vikings were fattened from their feast and all slept without remorse or care of what they have done. They ravaged the people and the land itself. The sun had set and the full moon’s light now danced upon the waters. The air buzzed of a new energy of hope.
The people of the island gossiped in the taverns of an army coming or so a trader from had said. A king from received a heart-ripping message that moved him so deeply. The king of assumed the message was from a peasant and not from the princess. She wrote her messages out as if she was a peasant begging for help. To her the people came first.
The king of was going to send his best men and proclaimed who took the head of the leader of these savages would be endowed with the land itself. Word had been spread the royal family of the island were long since dead. The whole family was slain according to rumors. All had thought even Alayna had fallen to the murderous ways of the Viking clan.
Alayna had been forgotten to the world outside that miserable castle dwelling.
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