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guess who decided to finish this request in their drafts?
also trigger warning there's mentions of rape?? also ummm thomas getting beat up.
| third p.o.v |
Thomas yelped as he was thrown to the floor, where exactly? Right in front of the prince.
" your majesty, we brought you a peasant like you requested, a pretty one if i do say so myself " the guard mumbled the last part, eyeing thomas.
The prince, Alexander, looked down at the bruised up peasant boredly, examining his body, well, as much of his body he could see anyway. He tilted his head before standing up, and walking over, in front of the peasant, he placed two fingers under his chin tilting his head up, studying it.
" you two got lucky, there usually aren't very attractive peasants out in the open " alexander stated bluntly causing thomas to pull his face away from the prince's grip bitterly, he glared at alexander.
A single chuckle emitted from him before stood back up " take him to the maids, clean him up " thomas' eyes widened he turned around, and attempted to escape, but they were already dragging him away, and as much as he struggled he couldn't get out of their grip.
The two guards stopped in front of a big door, they let themselves in, not bothering to knock.
They, once again, dumped thomas on the floor, giving orders to who he assumed was the maids, and with that he was left alone with these women he didn't even know.
He looked up only to be met with at least 5 women staring him down, his eyes widened, and he turned his gaze back down, attempting to cover as much of his body as he could, you see, he wasn't exactly...clothed? The guards stripped him of his clothing, they left him in his boxers, and it didn't leave anything to the imagination.
The women giggled, whispering things in what seemed to be spanish to eachother, one of them finally spoke up.
" señor? "
Thomas looked up, the woman crouched down in front of him, she leaned in, way too close if you asked him, she nudged herself in between his legs.
" did the prince bring you here? " the lady asked tilting her head to the side slightly.
" i'm not sur- " he was cut off by the remaining women standing up, they were whispering again, he disliked how much they did that, but he chose to ignore it.
the woman's eyes raked his body " the guards told us we have to clean you up "
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Thomas shifted uncomfortably, the clothes he was given were too tight.
The maids had washed him, they watched him strip what was left of his clothing, it was agonizingly embarrassing.
They washed his body, he wasn't too pleased about that either.
One of the guards shoved him slightly to get him to walk faster, if he could, he would've glared, and shoved back, but he couldn't obviously or he would get beaten, and he didn't want to add another bruise to his body at the moment
" hurry up, trash "
Thomas's pace quickened, he glared in front of him, mumbling curse words in french just loud enough so he could hear. He didn't even know where they were going, he just blindly went where the guard in front of him lead him.
" ah! finally! Look at how clean, and pretty he looks now! " thomas' eyes shot up to the throne where the prince stood, he once again walked down in front of thomas, cupping his cheek.
