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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Original_Male_Human_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Medieval, sexes_are_equal, general_assholishness, girls_are_badass,
      kingdom_-_Freeform, Murder, Explicit_Sexual_Content, princes_and
      princesses, reversed_roles, Original_Fiction
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      Published: 2015-05-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1378
****** Somewhere Beyond This ******
by akirascrolls
Summary
     A story of two beings that come from different backgrounds and really
     weren't supposed to do as much as acknowledge each other, let alone
     kiss.
     But what is a love story without some medieval drama?
      
     -- usual gender dynamics are fired to the big black hole of NOPE for
     this story. So if you're into stories where the girl is the one
     finding all the pleasure points first, this is probably for you, if
     not, there are many other stories out there XD
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Maden had been alive for little over sixteen years the day her dad was
murdered. It happened in a heated morning, the clock marking 3AM as a stranger
entered her home without bothering to close the door behind him. The almost
putrid scent of Martin's sweat made the killer gag and reel against the closest
wall, coming from the city meant ambiences such as these were nonexistent, and
he of all people wasn't prepared to deal with whatever customs the disgusting
commoners lived with. Mostly for personal reasons, vanity amongst them, he had
steer clear of the countryside, where the air was hot and humid and the
townsfolk consisted of a bunch of nobodies with no place amongst the
respectable citizens in higher grounds, which immediately translated to no
place in the schedule of A class assassins such as himself. To him dirt like
Martin got smashed by other dirt, whilst the worthy got smashed by people with
enough money to take care of business in an efficient manner. It all made the
killer question the reasoning behind this job, and most importantly, the
reasoning behind the amount of money he was making from doing it. His contract
was of course expensive enough to forbid him of asking any questions, but that
didn't mean he wasn't curious of his boss' ulterior motives, what in the world
could the monarch of the whole regime gain by placing such a high price tag on
the head of a poor and unimportant target. Martin, who slept without worrying
about outsiders or thieves, would have probably wondered the same thing had he
realised the situation, but at least his death passed him by quickly.
At that same moment and just a few streets away Maden had just gotten out of
the deep waters of the town's river, putting back on her clothes and making
sure her surroundings were clear she began strolling home.
Little did she know that from that day on she'd be cursed with unimaginable
thirst for revenge as the image of Martin's lifeless body imprinted itself on
every inch of her soul.
Chapter 1
The smell of fresh bread, cologne and grease passed Maden by like a whisper,
her nostrils flared and she closed her eyes, not used to such nice things she
permitted herself to relive the rapid moment in her mind, ignoring her cold
hands and the look of hunger and despair that came from the people beside her.
At least they were very close now, she could see it in the slight change of
scenery, the carriage had passed about three open diners in the last five
hours, each richer than the last. It had her belly rumbling and eyes open,
there was no more dried meat to eat, she only had hope.
For how long could the human body survive without food in such a gelid place
anyway?
Questions, or the lack of answers to them, those were dangerous. The mind could
kill quicker than starvation, that much she knew. She'd seen it happen.
Children with hunger left orphan by parents with fear, parents that had given
up from the very core of their being. Expecting a body to survive when only the
shell is left is for fools.
Maden lingered on those people a lot, it kept her sane and focused. The scars
from training and obvious lack of fat in her body also kept her focused, she
repeated her primary necessities in her head and counted with a steady rhythm.
Images of food and warmth filling her with want.
 
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Quietness, it was all very quiet. He chanted by himself the rules of courtship
and serenity, keeping the room calm and still very quiet. He couldn't risk
screaming or laughing, his voice had to be tender, warm and steady, silliness
would not be taken lightly. The caretaker saw to that, always staring at him
from the narrow hallways just beside his room, the man walked with such control
over his feet that if any noise was made it was sure to scare the prince out of
his chanting.
Said prince stole kick glances at the wooden clock of his room, for soon it
would be time for his tailoring. His uncle had brought with him many gifts from
the arid lands by the far west of the country, and just for his tailor he had
bought richly coloured cloths consisting of the rarest and most beautiful
materials that this world had to offer. His tailor had sent him a letter full
of rather graphic mentions of it, explaining how she had welcomed the rich
fabric with the sweet caress of her fingers and how it made her gleeful to have
'the prince's lovely figure' to add to it. The prince used to dwell on the
feeling those fingers left on his skin whenever the opportunity of touch arose,
they were magical, if his mother knew she'd have his tailor hanged for
witchcraft.
"Dear princeling, please come with, best not to keep the crazy waiting" Said
the chubby caretaker as he showed his balding head through the door, his eyes
wandering about the prince's figure for just a little longer than what anyone
with manners would consider decent.
"I'm grateful for the offer Milo, but I know how to get there by myself"
Elisa's chambers where the cosiest ones in the whole castle, making up for her
disorderly ways. There were pages and fabrics scattered about on the floor,
just alongside the many cards from admirers and powerful men from every city of
the kingdom. In a tiny corner by a table she stood, hands occupied -as always-
by some redly tinted material of hefty price. The sound of a bell followed by a
mumble that came from her door halted her from her work.
"And who may it be?" Elisa asked, half worried about any catastrophe that may
have occurred while she cluelessly kept to her work.
"Whose appointment did you schedule for early in October because you need to
make sure the gossip for this year's day of the death is valid?"
The prince heard a 'holy' followed by a swear, then another, quickly followed
by the unlocking of a door as an embrace with a rather strong grip made him
fear for the circulation of blood in his arms.
"LYTH! But when did you arrive? The queen hasn't said a word, I was beginning
to think I'd have to give away my garments to the sons of Xian, and you know
those youngsters haven't a clue about when to stop spoiling my dresses!"
"Funny that you call free publicity spoiling Elisa"
"I don't need publicity, I need those kids and their flamboyant arses out of my
work, but enough of that, come in come in, I see you have filled out a bit.
I'll have to take measurements again" She said and took Lyth by the shoulder
towards her sofa, muttering about the liability of his mother and how boring it
had been without his presence in the castle.
"It was strange out there without you Elisa, I'm used to existing inside these
halls, but the outside is filled with odd glances and weird people. I'm glad to
be home"
The tailor inspected Lyth with thoughtfulness, it was to be expected, the young
boy wasn't ready for the suitors, not to mention the whole lot of mentors that
were surely sent by witted baron's and madam's. They had fattened him up with
delicacies and stares, all wishful for the crown. The kid had just turned
sixteen last August, and in less than three months they already wanted him to
take it all in. Savages.
"That's because all you've seen from the outside is castle after castle and
lord after lord Lyth, you have yet to see the many other things the world has
to offer. Never believe your only option is to stay here, there is adventure
and excitement outside these cold walls"
The burning caress of Elisa's hands mixed with the soft of the cloth lost the
prince into a world of wonder, he lusted for the experiences his tailor dared
to mention whenever they were alone, tales of people, places, magic and many
things that he could only dream about.
End Notes
     I've had this concept in my head for a long time and decided to sit
     my ass down and do something about it. Hope it's enjoyable and hope
     for feedback on the story, specially to point out errors or just say
     hi, any opportunity to make it better or say my thanks to someone
     that enjoys what I write is a good one.
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