The Rise Of The Underworld

16 years later

" Rose Rominov, where are you child ?,"
With a hesitant step the beautiful 16 year old came out of hiding and promptly looked down at the ground without uttering a word. Blonde tresses swept down to the middle of the teens back and the abnormal golden eyes framed by full blonde lashes complemented her face. But what was even more enthralling was the peaches and cream complexion and the red as rose lips that were full and curved into a perfect cupids bow. As the man in the shadows studied her face he couldn't help but yearn to feel those lips on his and feel the ample breasts that jutted out from her body and feel those long legs wrap around his torso as he ....
" Prince Gar what are you doing here in the temple of Aphrodite ,?' Asked the priestess
The Prince shot the woman with a look of anger before she remembered as to whom she was speaking to and mustered a stiff curtsey.
" I have come for the teenager that you have just called to." answered the Prince with a haughty air of impatience
The priestess then looked at the beautiful teen with love and a bit of worry before turning quite pale.
  " My Prince she is meant to stay here wouldn't you like someone else to have instead ?," asked the priestess
" We have many other beautiful slaves whom of which you could have,"
No sooner had she spoken these words the priestess had found herself being smacked across the face with enough force to give her whip lash . She stared completely stunned by his actions and immediately began to kneel before the heated and obviously very pissed Prince as he began to speak.
" I only want her and it is against the law for even you to question your Prince."
With a curtsey and a look of complete worry and helplessness the priestess could only watch as the Prince proceeded to drag her only adoptive daughter out of the temple and into the cruel world she had protected her from .
" Be safe little rose and don't forget you are the daughter of Aphrodite," the priestess called after the girl
With a nod the beautiful girl squared her shoulders and slipped out of the prince's bone crushing grip and walked with him with an air of dignity. The sigils around her neck began to glow softly and none but the priestess and the girl could see the words forming in the air.
Be safe my little one
Then as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished leaving the girl and the priestess stunned.