Bride of Morganna? @WeepingLiberty, sister-bride to Rya Mire? @Ellion
Interacting with: The Fam (TM) and Rynek Darion
“They’re yours. Now get out before I change my mind.”
Suddenly, Lienna and Rya both were shoved toward the intruders, out of the crowd and into the open. Lienna's head spun, her vision swam. Her whole body was rocked by the shock of what she'd just done. She didn't breathe.
The few seconds that the intruder's minions hesitated felt like hours. Lienna could feel their eyes on them, feel the tension between them and the rest of the room. The Drakkan woman had been right; it was like being faced with a pack of wolves.
In reality, it didn't take long for the minions to come to their senses. They rushed forward and seized the girls, one each grabbing them by the arms and half-dragging, half-carrying them out. Outwardly, and by Drakkan standards, the exit would have been surprisingly calm, far from the explosive ending many of them - Lienna included - had been expecting. But to Lienna, it was chaotic indeed. The group converged around them as they exited, clanking and tinkling of mail and metal all around as they sank into a small ocean of tall bodies. The intruder himself, Rynek, said something in his ringing voice as they left, but Lienna didn't catch what it was.
Once outside in the remnants of the rain, Lienna was thrown over the shoulder of the Drakkan who had grabbed her as he mounted a horse. Soon the whole party had mounted and they were on their way... somewhere.
Lienna, facing backward over the shoulder of the hulking rider, couldn't see where they were going; of course, she wasn't sure it would matter if she had. All she could see was the city walls as they shrunk in the distance and the mop of white hair riding at the rear of the group. She couldn't make out his eyes, but she felt like he was watching her.
It wasn't long before the band came to a stop in a small encampment near what appeared to be the main road in and out of the city. The camp consisted of a cluster of several animal skin tents, with the largest being situated in the centre, presumably the tent belonging to the group's commander. Lienna's suspicions were confirmed when the Drakken holding her and Rya wasted no time dismounting and dragging them to the largest tent, unceremoniously throwing them inside. Luckily the two brutes didn't follow them in, but Lienna could hear that they didn't go far. Standing guard, probably.
The tent could have been considered spacious, though to Lienna's eyes it just looked like it would be difficult to heat. The ground was covered with various carpets and skins, and there was a space in the middle of the tent that was thickly padded with furs. Lienna recognized the spot to be a bed, and a nice one at that. Off to one side was a plain wooden trunk, before which Rya sat, leaning back onto it.
"You coward," Rya spat, "So timid are you that you grovel at the feet of the bear just to escape the fox?" Her voice took on a high, mocking pitch. "Yes, there are no safe places in Drakka, and now we die for your lust."
Lienna glared daggers at Rya, but opted not to respond. Inwardly, a storm raged. A coward? She was surprised Rya could muster those words without laughing at the irony of them coming from her mouth. Still, Lienna couldn't help but be angry at herself. What on earth had come over her? Had it truly been lust? If so, it was not what she'd expected. If not, it had been some sort of adrenaline-fueled haze she'd rather not be clouded by again.
She moved to situate herself more comfortably (her dress had been twisted on the trip) but it wasn't long before the door flap of the tent opened again. This time, the one who stepped through the door was none other than their apparent new "husband".
Rynek looked them over greedily, lust shining in his pale eyes. "Well, don’t my blushing brides look ravishing."
"Ravagers ravishing recklessly,” muttered Rya.
Lienna didn't know what to do. Whatever had clouded her judgement at the choosing ceremony was gone now, replaced by the visceral dread of the weight of her situation crashing down on her. She didn't know what would happen next, there was no way out, and she had dragged an innocent (if slightly mad) girl down with her.
“Well, the real prize first."
He wasted no time crossing the tent to meet Lienna. For an instant she wanted to run, but held fast. Running, she was certain, would only make things worse.
Rynek brought her to her feet with ease, only to apply a similarly minute amount of effort to tearing off her dress.
Lienna took a breath.
"Water always finds a way."
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The tent had no windows, so there was no way of knowing what time of day it was when the onslaught finally ceased and Rynek rolled over to rest, seemingly (hopefully) satisfied.
Lienna, on the other hand, was in much worse condition. Thoroughly exhausted, she collapsed onto the furs and did not move, dead to the world. Her skin stung, much of her was hurting, and she wasn't even confident she could stand and take a step. Never had she experienced such soreness. She could feel a hot flush in some places, surely starting to swell. It was all she could do to heave her next breath. Luckily, exhaustion soon took her and she could do nothing to resist the sleep that gripped her.
Seconds later, it seemed, she was jarred awake by the sound of clashing steel outside of the tent. Managing to crack one eye open, Lienna was relieved to see that there was no immediate danger in the tent. The sounds outside would have bothered her more if she had had, at the moment, any will to live.
In the darkness of the tent, she could just make out a figure by the trunk, rummaging through it. Assuming it was Rya, she watched as she drew something from the trunk and crossed the tent to take up a position by the door. Maybe she was poised to run, Lienna didn't care. She didn't even move, instead electing to close her eyes once more and welcome whatever fate would befall her with open arms.
At some point the sounds of fighting outside ceased, and footsteps neared the door of the tent. Lienna didn't bother to open her eyes, but heard the sickening thud-and-suction sound of something being stabbed - a sound she'd heard many a time back home when hunting.
“Whose idea was it to let you play with the sharp objects?”
“Are you alright little Api? If that scum Lord has harmed you, I promise he has paid dearly for it.”
The voice was familiar, but Lienna couldn't place it. If she hadn't known better she'd have assumed that it was her original "husband", but something about that, in her mind, seemed unlikely after he'd given them up without a fight.
Footsteps approached her, and she didn't even bother looking up. “You look like complete shit," came the voice, and of course, she didn't care enough to respond. He was probably right, anyway.
Then something was being wrapped around her and before she knew it, a pair of strong arms scooped her up, a hiss escaping her lips as the hands pressed on her various sore spots. Her eyes fluttered open, but the tent was too dark to make out the face. Realizing she didn't much care who it was, Lienna simply rested her head against his chest and offered no resistance.
“Ever ridden a horse before Rya? If not, today is your lucky day. Come along, we’re going home.”
Rya and Lienna are taken to Rynek's base, and Lienna has a hard night. Az comes to the rescue, but Lienna has been put through the ringer too many times to care.