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Killjoy + Staphi TAKE 4!!!:D
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Dec 26, 2013 08:32AM
"Father! Stop!" Lucien shouted, rattling the cage as hard as he could. But, it seemed his father was preoccupied as he sat down on the throne, watching as a man walked over to Charlotte and stripped her to her underwear, giving her a few slashes across the back. Lucien shouted louder, "If you keep doing this, I'll never take the throne!" But, that didn't work. He ended up rattling the cage more and more until the latch broke.
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Charlotte tried to fight the man as he started unlacing her dress. She knew what was happening, and it was terrifying and embarassing. The crowd in front of her cheered and she whimpered as she was thrown on her knees and tied to the pole in front of her, well her hands. "Wait-" she gasped, but cried out in pain as sge had to endure blow after blow. "Please," her voice broke. It hurt so bad, her vision got blurry.
Lucien pushed the latch, releasing himself from the cage. Lucien ran forwards, mostly towards the pole, but he contemplated attacking the man hurting Charlotte first. Instead, he kicked the man who was whipping her in the groin and untied Charlotte. "Baby! Are you okay?" he asked quickly, pulling her bare body into his as he pulled his jacket off and slid it over her. The wounds needed to be cared for. "Charlotte.." he said again, watching as his Father angrily ran towards them.
Charlotte grasped Lucien's shirt in her hands, her vision blurry still. "I'm-" she cried out n pain as he slid the coat over her. The wounds in her back burned and hurt so much, she felt like she was going to pass out. "Please, no more," she pleaded in a weak voice. She closed her eyes and leaned against his body, her body drained. She started to lose consciousness.
Lucien pushed his father away as he came close, guarding Charlotte with his life. "I love Charlotte! I don't and will never love Stefani! She's nothing to me, I don't care about her! I want Charlotte, I need her. She's pregnant with my child and I'll be there for her no matter what!" Lucien spat. The king looked furious, but had hope for a new heir. "Pregnant?" the king repeated, straightening up. "Yes!" Lucien snapped back. "Well, what you did was disgusting and this girl is still inferior. But, we need that heir."
Charlotte felt herself slip away, but she could still hear the conversation between the king and Lucien. She sighed of relief as she wasn't hit anymore. Her back burned, and it hurt; she needed medical supplies. "Lucien," she whispered before drifting away. She passed out in his arms.
"She needs medical attention!" Lucien yelled, ignoring his father. Lucien took Charlotte down to the ward and lay her on the bed, kissing her sweetly as he asked for her to lie on her back, wanting to see the wounds. God, they were horrible. He called the nurse in and she gave Charlotte some stitched as well as a few bandages. "Baby..." Lucien said softly, wanting her to wake up. The king water his song, intrigued.
((Lol that last sentence xD))Charlotte gasped as they attended to her wounds, even though she was quite sure it was needed, it stung just as bad. "It hurts," she breathed out softly, slowly opening her eyes and looking up at her fiancée. "Please just... just hold me," she felt tears brim in her eyes, and she just needed him right now. Maybe to ease the pain in her heart.
(*The king watched his son, intrigued. Smart ass me;)
Lucien nodded quickly and took both her hands, kissing them quickly to sooth her swollen heart. "I love you!" he told her, not caring that the king was merely a meter away. "You'll be okay, I promise. I'll do anything to make sure that you're okay!" Lucien said. "Stefani's parents are expecting a wedding, but we can't if you're with... with this." "Then cancel the damn wedding and let me marry Charlotte!"
Lucien nodded quickly and took both her hands, kissing them quickly to sooth her swollen heart. "I love you!" he told her, not caring that the king was merely a meter away. "You'll be okay, I promise. I'll do anything to make sure that you're okay!" Lucien said. "Stefani's parents are expecting a wedding, but we can't if you're with... with this." "Then cancel the damn wedding and let me marry Charlotte!"
((Lololol!))Charlotte was unsure of what to say or do. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes for a moment. "I love you too," she said softly. "I'm sorry," she whispered. This was all her fault. She was hurt because she thought she could outsmart the king and had hurt Lucien in the progress. With this. Nice. She felt anger flare up within. "With this? You arrogant asshole! Just because you were born with status, doesn't mean that you can treat me as if I'm not a human being," she fumed, glaring at the king. Her eyes were teary, and she was hurting, but she tried to ignore that. "I might be just a maid, but at least your son isn't as single-minded as you."
Lucien watched his father, obviously humiliated. "Yes, well. That's enough of this. Charlotte, I suppose you can have your job back." Lucien growled, "yes, her job as Princess. I proposed to Charlotte and she said yes. Whether you like it or not, father, I AM going to marry Charlotte." At this, the King lowered his head. "I see. I suppose I met your mother through various ways that didn't include a title. Alright, well... Charlotte, if we clean you up a bit and provide you with some clothing, you... you're welcome to stay with.... With, Lucien."
Charlotte blinked rapidly. "My job?" she couldn't believe what he was saying. Her job back as a maid? What? She was about to open her mouth but then heard Lucien speak and smiled proudly at him. He was standing up for her! She nestled herself against his sie and looked at the king through her lashes. "Thank you," she muttered softly.
The King merely just turned away, walking back to whatever duties he had. "I'll order some men to transport our stuff back over here. In the meantime, we need to get you measured for some pretty clothes," Lucien told her with a kiss. "And I need to find you a proper ring..." The ring she had now was a ring he'd been given by his mom when he was slightly younger.
Charlotte watched as the king walked off, and she turned to look at Lucien with a weak smile . "Oh, you don't have to do all that right now. Can we just.. go to your room? I.. I don't feel so well," she breathed out softly. Her back was still hurting incredibly much, and she needed to just lie down.
"I'll carry you," Lucien told her as he lifted her from the bed. He was strong enough to carry her through the palace to his bedroom, where she'd be sleeping in. Though, it was traditional for her to have her own room until married, but she didn't really care and neither did he.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, wincing slightly as he lifted her up. Even that hurt. "Oh god," she whimpered softly. She curled close to him. "Thank you," she mumled softly, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
"That's alright. But, to cheer you up a little... You're going to be a princess!" Lucien chuckled, kissing her sweetly. "When we marry, I'll make sure you're legally crowned and have as much right to be Queen and I do King!" Lucien told her sweetly, also kissing her neck. She was perfect.
Charlotte laughed softly at his words. "Princess.." she trailed off softly, though she got cut off by his lips. She kissed him back softly and then closed her eyes, smiling at his words. "Hmm, yeah," she mumbled softly as he kissed her neck. "That's something I never expected to be.."
"It's something I've always imagined you to be. Even when you were my maid, I used to imagine you with a crown and think about how cool it'd be," Lucien admitted. It was true, he had thought about that once or twice. "I love you," Lucien told her with a smile and kiss.
Charlotte laughed and shook her head. "I guess your imagination came true then," she mumbled sweetly, gently pulling him closer. "I love you too,' she said softly, kissing him back softly as he kissed her. He made her forget about her wounds..
"I'm so glad! I couldn't have married Stefani; it'd be the most miserable life ever. She just never smiled, and boy her bare body was that of a camel. Mother forced me to help her with a dress, and I'm so glad the maids came in to help her. It was vile," Lucien told her. He'd happily help Charlotte, though.
Charlotte shook her head in amusement as she listened to him. He could be such a boy sometimes, and she thought it was the cutest thing ever. "Lucien, you're so cute," she giggled softly, pulling him closer gently, careful not ot hurt herself. "I love you, and I'm glad that you aren't married."
"So am I!" Lucien said, kissing her sweetly. He climbed out of bed and walked towards the door, wanting to ask the guards for some water. Stefani came in, unaware of his proposal to Charlotte. She immediately kissed Lucien, pulling him in and making it a seriously passionate kiss. Lucien pulled away, grimacing slightly. "Eugh! Stefani, you're not my Fiancee anymore!"
Charlotte kissed him back sweelty, reluctant to let him go. She scowled as she saw Stefani and tried to get out of the bed, but it just only hurt more, making her whipmer. "Get off my fiancée you tramp!" she yelled at Stefani, shaking her head widly.
"Tramp? Love, weren't you the girl who lost her job and had nowhere to live? I'm pretty sure a homeless girl is a tramp. Lucien is MY fiancee. We're getting married next week. Everybody knows that, even LuLu over here. Don't you love?" Stefani winked. "No, just get out. The wedding has been off since the day I left, you knew that. You knew I cheated on you with Charlotte, but that's because I love her," Lucien said as he went to Charlotte's aid, motioning for Stefani to leave.
Charlotte bit herclip hard, her words stung. She knew she had been homeless for a couple days, but that wasn't her fault. "No," she began, but bursted out in laughter at her other words. "LuLu?" She giggled, clutching her stomach. "I know my new nickname," she chuckled. "Yes, we're together."
When Stefani had left, Lucien turned to Charlotte with a mock scowl. "Don't even think about calling me LuLu, Charlotte..." Lucien laughed, pulling her into a hug. "It's what she'd been calling me for months. It's been worse, we've had Lucy, too." Lucien didn't know why he was telling her about this; it was obvious she'd just laugh about it. Still, it was kid of funny. In a way.
Charlotte grinned,at him, shaking her head as she hugged him close. "Don't worry about it... LuLu," she teased with a giggle, shaking her head. She though it was incredubly funny. LuLu. She laughdd again, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh I can imagine."
"Oh hush!" Lucien laughed, pulling her into a hug. "You know, we have our own Royal wedding to plan." Royal wedding's were in fact massive. So much so, the entire city would gather in a small area of land in attempts to just see the Prince. Lucien was a highly respected man, he had authority over everybody but the King and Queen.
Charlotte giggled sweetly and hugged him back, nodding her head at his words. "That sounds amazing. It's a real big thing, isn't it?" she asked him softly, pulling back a little so she could look into his eyes. She had Always imagined her wedding to be small, but that was just because she didn't have a lot.
"Absolutely massive, you won't have any problems with respect," Lucien told her. "In fact, nobody can shake your hand unless you offer.You're going to be the Princess, which is something a lot of little girls dream of doing. It means lots of posh dinners, lots of donkey rides and visiting houses. It also means looking beautiful, but you already look beautiful."
Charlotte watched him with wide eyes, biting her lip unsurely. "Are you sure Lucien? What if they mind the fact that I was a maid at first," she said softly. "You know we have to plan it really fast, because I'm already pregnant," she said gently, holding his hand in hers.
"Then, that's their problem. They don't need to consider it a problem when it really isn't. And, we could have it next week. I'll just change some of the details and maybe get a few different flowers in. We'll get you measured tomorrow, okay? Then we'll order you as many dresses as you could ever want!"
"Oh LuLu," she sighed happily, grinning a little at his nickname. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently hugged him close. "I love you so much. And you don't have to do all of that for me. This... marrying you, is enough for me. I know what I get with it, but what matters is that I love you."
"This sLulu has to stop, or you'll find yourself in the dungeons!" Lucien mock grumbled, pulling her into his arms and spinning her. "Well, the dungeon's being my bed, and myself being the prison master. Torturing you with my body won't be too hard!" Lucien teased. He was only joking, but it was still slightly amusing. "Marrying me? It sounds bazaar, me actually allowed to marry somebody I love and care about." The wind blew hard outside, causing the curtains in the bedroom to blow slightly.
Charlotte squealed and laughed as he spun her, knowing that what he suggested was something she wouldn't mind at all. "Hmm," she mumbked sweetly, pulling him closer to her by laying down on the bed. "Me actually marrying a man I love and care about sounds kind of odd," she smiled slightly at him.
"Yeah, it does. I felt like a Princess, you know. Most of the time, they're shipped off to marry. And that's how I felt, I felt like I didn't have a choice. When I'm king, I'm changing a lot of things. My daughter, if I have one, will marry who she wants. From a rich Prince from afar to a lowly cattleman. I don't care, love is love. I'll lower taxes, make this place so much happier. I'll also, if my wife is okay with this, change some of the staff. I don't like the way some girls here treat each other, I think calling a fellow comrade a name is nasty. You work together, you respect each other."
Charlotte wrapped her arms around him and cuddled cloesr to his warmth, a smile on her face as she listened to him. His ideas were wonderful, and she found herself liking them. "I'd realy like that," she smiled widely at him. "I'd love that, actually," she chuckled softly. She wanted their daughter to marry whoever she wanted to marry. She wanted the kingdom to be happy. She wanted all of that.
Lucien knew that the taxes were too high and the city was in peril, but he couldn't change all of it. He wasn't even king yet, and who knew when his father would die? He was old, and ill often, but that didn't mean he was close to death. Not that Lucien would ever wish for that. He wasn't that nasty, and never wished death upon anyone.
Charlotte kissed his shceek happily, her hand moving to her belly. Hmm, a boy or a girl? A princess or a prince? It was mind-cracking to think about it, because she had no idea what the gender would be. She was so excited and curious though. "I love you so much,"she muttered to Lucien, wanting him to go know that she adored him, really.
Lucien knew they'd find out only at the birth, which was a long nine months away. It was like waiting for Christmas as a child, much too hard. "I love you too!" he said as he rung a bell. A few maids came in, and asked what was up. "I want Charlotte measured, could you find me the tailor? I want the prettiest dress made, and I mean the prettiest."
Charlotte rolled her eyes at Lucien, shaking her head. "I'd like to choose the dress, thank you very much. you're not allowed to see it," she told him with a soft grin. She patted his head and slowly laid back. Her back was still aching, and she tried to ignore the pain
"You don't choose it, you design it," Lucien told her with a kiss. "Unfortunately, with the state of the City, the castle tailor really is the only lady who can make a decent dress." Just then, she came in, smiling at Charlotte. The tailor was stunning, young and radiant. "Ah, ms Charlotte. Come, I'll measure you!" she smiled.
Charlotte chuckle softly and kissed him back happily, glad that she was the one designing the dress. She loved to draw, and designing would be awesome. She looked up as the tailor came in, and smiled. "Hello. Alright," she chuckled, standing up and going to her side.
Lucien watched his girlfriend with a smile, blowing her a kiss before leaving the room to tend to his other duties. "So, what sort of thing do you like?" the tailor asked as she walked Charlotte down to her working place, filled with all sorts of fabrics and a wild array of colours. It was lovely, so lovely.
Charlotte turned around slightly, waving at Lucien, chuclking softly as he blew her a kiss. "Well, I like lace," she smiled at her, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. She wasn't sure how long a dress took to make, but she knew it had to be worth it. "And I want it to be white, I guess," she chuckeld.
"Hm, well it's traditional to have a lacy white dress, right?" The tailer giggled, taking her measurements. "Well, you have a lovely size! The same as my mannequin. That'll be useful. But, I'll need you for the bust. It'll take a week or so to make, as I haven't got anyone to help me."
Charlotte grinned slightly at her words and nodded her head. She knew that a lacy white dress was her dream dress, and she couldn't wait to see it when it had been made. "Well, that's alright with me," she smiled happily at her.
"So, tell me more about this dream dress..." The tailor said as she pulled out some paper and coal to draw with. "I want to make this my best work yet, and In oder to do that I'll need your help! So, white, lace, anything else? any frills, curls?"
Charlotte looked at the tailor, sitting down on the bed as she spoke. Charlotte found it very hard to think about her dream wedding dress; she had never thought about it, because she had thought that it would never happen. "Well, I don't want it to be big... I like a slim shape... or maybe a mermaid shape?"
