more then blood: Cloak and Dagger

chapter 3

time seemed to move by slowly. minutes felt like hours before she was pulled up by her chains. she heard the creak of the wood under her feet as she stepped closer and closer towards the ladder. the man lead her up the ladder and onto the deck.

she could hear people chatting around the ship their words were drowned by the sound of wind rushing past them. she took a step forward before she stopped. "no!" her voice came out louder then she intended. "where am I?!" she questioned, fear taking over her now. she was pulled forward once again no one answering her questions. she was lead off the ship and into a tent. her hands and feet were bound together. she was hortensia, a once noble woman of Rome, sold into slavery by her cheating husband.

Magnus walked down to the market place looking for anyone willing to be his nurse maid. when he stumbled upon a slaver and saw a woman with messy hair and green eyes. Her chest was bound in clothes of off white, she wore a long white skirt that was stained on the lower half with slit up the side of it. Her Green eyes reminded him of his beautiful tove. she looked sad and exhausted. her hands and feet were bound by closely connected chains.

they're eyes met, he looked into her sad green eyes, her face was slightly thined and her body was skinny but she had clearly had a child not to long ago. the front of her dress was wet.

it brought back memories of a certain strawberry blonde he loved. his hand moved towards his pocket. he grabbed a handful of gold coins, walked towards the man and tossing them to the slaver. the slaver looked at the man's imposing hight " I'll take her " he said coldly as he stared down at the man. Magnus turned back to the women, kneeling in front of her. she looked at him with fear and confusion.

he brushed her auburn hair away from her face of his fingers and tucked it behind your ear. the slave master quickly took him aside somewhere out of earshot. " sir, are you sure? we have plenty more slaves " the slave master tried to persuade him.

" no, I want her " Magnus bellowed as he watched as the man figged as the slaver back up a bit. Magnus stayed still as he looked in the man's eyes. before he lifted an eyebrow at him. " is she still producing milk? " the slaver nodded. " yes which is why, i recommend getting another slave. she's wouldn't be able to do much until she heals and her milk dries up. " Magnus looked at him, he could figure out what she would need to heal from but where was her child, it should still be with her right? " where is her child any way? " Magnus looked at him, his expression was unreadable.

the slaver took in a deep breath and couldn't look the man in the eyes. " it died, from what I got, it was born dead. she was upset before we throw the corpse over board. after that she didn't do much, just cry at random and stare at nothing sometimes. she kept telling us she wanted her child. I'm a afraid she's gone mad " The slaver confessed. Magnus nodded as he let out a sigh.

he needed a nurse maid and if she's docile enough; who the hell cares, he'll have a nanny help her till Bjorn is bigger. Magnus just wanted his son fed, no one else was willing to feed him. and he was barely drinking anything, he was out of luck. and this was the best he could do. a mad woman who he's buying as a nurse maid or let his child starve? buy the mad woman no real thought there. he's child needed to be fed, enough said.

Magnus looked at the woman as she stood quietly staring at the ground. " i don't care " he finally spoke as he walked towards her, she slowly raised her gaze towards him again. " come with me" he ordered. the woman followed him quietly. the slaver had tied rope around her chains so she could be lead around, he have her new master the key to her chains. her imagination started to go wild as she was lead by him. was she going to be a sex slave? a servant? what was he planning? Her mind was reeling

she stared at the imposing castle that was coming up to meet them, she tried to run off when they got closer to the castle, she squirmed to get away before he tugged her back by her chains. when he got her into the castle, the first thing she heard was a baby crying from upstairs. she could feel a pang in her chest. As her hand subconsciously went to her stomach as she heard the Babys cry of life. Her body took a few steps forgetting about the chains that bound her before she forced to stop after a few steps. Magnus unlocked her hands but kept her feet bound in chains as he lead her up to his son's room.

She saw a woman with long dark braided hair. She was dressed as a maid and was trying to sooth the baby in her arm, the baby was wearing only a cloth diaper. " My lord the prince won't stop crying, I've done everything short of just trying to let him suckle on me and hope I give milk myself.... " She was tired and the prince just wouldn't calm down, nor would he drink anything hardly.... That's when she saw the woman, she looked a little bit like tove. She hardly looked at the woman. But right now the prince was more important then questions. " Of thank the gods you found someone willing to nurse him " the woman was brought into the room and was sat in the chair. She kept looking over at Magnus with an odd look before she starts to undo the cloth tied around her breasts that were leaking. The maid noticed and ushered her lord out of the room. She took out her breasts and held the baby close to her and the baby boy began to drank from her greedly.

She noticed something on the back of his bare shoulder, it was a birthmark of a blooming rose. She felt tears Start to well up in her eyes. Her child was alive, god must have put her child's soul into this baby. He must have known she would be going through so much grief and gave her a reason to live, yes, yes that was it. This was the reason she was brought her. To watch over and raise her child.

She silently stared at the baby as she fed him, never letting her eyes leave him. The maid come in to check on her when he was done feeding. The maid put the baby back in his crib and brought hortensia to her personal servants quarters. She had a room all her own. She then began to show her around. Her feet were still bound with chains. No one said anything which kind of made her feel better. she followed the maid around and learned about her new master and his family.