The Taste and Price of Victory

New Wardrobe

Amira waited in Prince Dalton's room, trying not to panic. She only had so much time until whoever it was would come into the room and force her to pick out a wardrobe. Chances were the wardrobe would be full of lingerie to please Dalton.

She paced the room, looking for ways to escape. Under any other circumstances, she would enjoy the room. It was a huge room, decorated with red and gold accents along the walls. Nothing was out of place. The giant window led to a balcony that anyone could easily spend hours on looking at the beauty of the land in front of them.

Amira murmured,"Keep it together. You have to find a way out of here. C'mon, think."

She turned around the room in a slow circle, looking over everything. She stopped suddenly, seeing a sword on display in the edge of the room. If she grabbed it now, she could probably fight her way out of the castle. But, if she waited until late at night, she might be able to take down Dalton and escape under the cover of darkness.

She stopped herself, looking at the ground in shame. She couldn't leave her troops behind. She would find a way to save them and herself at the same time.

She jolted, hearing the door to the prince's chambers open. When she turned, her slight moment of fear left her.

The woman standing at the door was a small, but charming woman. She looked to be in her 30's. She was wearing a purple shirt with a white skirt on to match the look. Her brown hair ran to her shoulders, and her eyes were the most welcoming brown Amira had ever seen.

The woman spoke,"I'm here to give you your wardrobe options to please Prince Dalton. Would you mind if we sat as we talked?"

Amira laughed bitterly,"I'm a prisoner. I have no say in anything anymore."

The woman smiled sadly,"I believe we are on the same level, then."

Amira stared at her, confused by her statement. Was this woman a prisoner, too? Was it possible that she would want to escape and maybe save the rest of Amira's army?

Amira walked towards the balcony, motioning for the woman to follow. When they sat down, Amira looked at the woman.

Amira smiled,"My name is Amira. I am the general of the Diamond Army."

The woman's eyes widened,"You're the general? But you're so young!"

Amira nodded,"Yes. I joined the army early and quickly rose through the ranks. My father was the general before me. He was always so proud of me when I rose to be what I am. I can only dread what he thinks of me now."

The woman's eyes held pity in them, though she made no move to try to comfort her,"Well, my name is Kasi. You and I can be friends while you're here. But we should probably get this over with so you have something presentable to wear later."

Amira snorted,"By presentable, if you mean skimpy, I suppose you're right."

Kasi held her face stern, eyes glinting,"Now, we must be good subjects and do what the prince commands."

Amira laughed,"Of course. If that's what you think being a good subject is."

Their laughter trailed off, their happiness coming to an end. Amira steeled herself for what she was about to ask.

Amira's voice was merely a whisper,"He's wanting me to dress like a slut for him, isn't he? He's wanting to fuck me every night."

Kasi looked at her, eyes sad,"I'm sorry. I can't help you because I don't know how. I don't know how to wield a sword. He must think you don't either."

Amira grinned at her, hope lighting in her chest,"I can wield that sword. But my problem is that I don't know where the rest of my troops are. I won't leave without them. If you can help me, we can both escape."

Kasi smiled back,"Of course! The other prisoners are in the dungeons. They're on the first level in the very far back. They were all put into the biggest cell to keep them together."

Amira nodded,"Well, we have a plan. But, now, we have to do the wardrobe so the guards don't get suspicious."

Kasi nodded, pulling out a giant book from behind her,"Here. This is the book I was instructed to bring by Prince Dalton."

Amira opened the book, wincing at her options. They were all so revealing, showing off the models legs and arms and chests. It made her want to be sick.

Amira shuddered,"He really did want me to wear lingerie."

Kasi shuddered, not responding. Amira quickly picked some items out before she couldn't bear it anymore. Before they could say anything else, the door to the room opened, revealing Prince Dalton. He walked into the room, not noticing the two women on the balcony until he stepped closer to them.

Prince Dalton smiled down at them,"Hello, Amira." 

She looked away from him, not saying anything back to him. She hated the way her name coming out of his mouth sounded like an endearment and a curse all at the same time.

Prince Dalton glared at Kasi, sending her scrambling out of the room before returning his gaze to Amira,"Well? Did you enjoy your new clothing options?" 

Amira looked up at him from her seat, face contorting with anger,"Everything in there was lingerie. I hate you."

He squatted in front of her, giving her a cruel grin,"You're mine. I choose what happens to you. I can do whatever I want with you. You are a token of war now. You have no meaning other than the pleasure I will bring both of us." He grabbed her chin roughly, continuing,"And, at the end, if your side does win the war, you won't see it. I'll have you hidden somewhere far away and buried so deep inside you you won't know or think of anything but me."

Before Amira could do anything, he grabbed her, kissing her forcefully. She had no strength left to fight him. His tongue ran through her mouth, claiming her in a way she wouldn't let anyone. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling back slightly so she could breathe. He stood, bringing her to his bed, not saying anything.

Amira bucked against him,"Let me go!" She tried to kick out at him, desperate to get free.

He ignored her pleas, quickly placing her on the bed and restraining her,"Now, now, Amira, it'll be fun. You'll see. Just relax, and take it like a good girl. Maybe, as a treat, I'll let you go see some of your troops." He began unbuttoning his shirt, eyes watching her.

Amira's heart raced as she realized what he was going to do. She silently begged the universe or anyone that was listening to save her, but she knew it was useless. She would have to accept her fate. For now.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long to come out! Hopefully, the next chapter will come out on time! I hope that you guys have enjoyed so far! What do you think will happen to Amira next? Will Prince Dalton be successful? Or, will someone come to her aid? Stay tuned for the next chapter next week! ^^

Word Count (Excluding A/N): 1,129