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Chapter One (The Beginning)
22:33 Oct 30 2016
Times Read: 354
Rayna deSilva was born in Grenada, Spain, in the year 1520. Her father, Manuel deSilva, was a Spanish Count, who had a rather tight affiliation with the Spanish King, Ferdinand II. Her mother, Anabella deSilva, was a beautiful, dark-haired petite woman, who ruled her household with an iron fist.
Since the moment of her birth, Rayna was spoiled by her parents and other family members; even friends of the family. She was a little beauty from the start: her ice blonde hair wispy at birth, then filling out nicely as she grew. Rayna loved her parents dearly, and tried to be a good daughter. She would follow her mother around the home, watching her every move and learning. Anabella deSilva tolerated Rayna’s presence during those times, as she wanted her daughter to learn the proper methods of being a good wife and mother. For to be thought of in a positive manner, one had to be learned of the finer arts of maintaining a household.
Rayna’s father was often away on business with the King; however, when he was in residence, Rayna would sit upon his knee listening to exciting stories. She never grew tired of hearing her father talk about warships and battles, guns and bullets. If Manuel deSilva ever grew quiet during those times, all Rayna had to do was look into his eyes with her unusually beautiful turquoise-colored ones, and he was charmed all over again.
By the time Rayna was 15, she was a young beauty. Her waist-length silver-blonde hair hung straight down her back, shining with a silky-sheen. She had dark turquoise eyes that twinkled with merriment. Her slim, petite figure began to fill out nicely, drawing appreciative looks from the men.
Rayna was an intelligent girl, often scolded by her mother, and doted upon by her father for reading the many books located in the library. Somewhat of a tomboy, Rayna played with boys the majority of the time: climbing trees, throwing rocks, fishing, building forts. By age 15, she had decided she was too old to be running around with the boys, showing her legs and arms when swimming and fishing. Their lustful looks had not gone unnoticed by her, and she began to distance herself from them.
Manuel deSilva had also seen the young men’s lustful gazes as they fell upon his beautiful daughter. ‘What to do with her’ he thought one evening, as he watched two teenagers following Rayna about like love-sick puppies. As he stood by the window stroking his beard, he had a sudden thought. The Queen was always after her husband to find a proper young maid to care for the royal children. The more he thought about it, the more Manuel knew that Rayna would be a good caretaker for the Queen’s children. At least at court, the men would be required to adhere to proper etiquette, and his daughter would be safe from being accosted. He soon got busy sending messages to the Queen, asking her permission for Rayna to come to court.
Rayna gazed in awe at the royal home from her seat in the family carriage. Huge, the stones had a golden-brown tinge, designed in gothic style, which happened to be Queen Isabella’s favorite. There were many windows alternating between circular and square in shape. A handful of servants stood at the main entrance, waiting to assist her with her luggage.
Rayna smiled as the carriage drew to a stop. She was both excited and nervous, hoping she would not disgrace her family in any way. Her mother had tried her best to teach Rayna the art of being a proper lady; however, Rayna had always listened with half an ear, preferring to be fishing or reading rather than sitting pouring tea. As Rayna gazed up at the massive building, a servant opened the door to the carriage, holding out his hand to assist her out and onto the ground. As she stepped onto the cobblestone, she lifted her eyes to look up to the top of the palace, amazement evident in her widened gaze.
“Ah, mi querida, you have arrived safe and sound” A voice called out to Rayna from the massive entranceway. Rayna turned her head toward the voice, and opened her eyes even wider as she took in the form of the beautiful woman standing there. Hesitantly, Rayna walked over to the woman, and curtsied. “Are you the Queen?” She asked tentatively.
The woman laughed out loud at the question. “No, querida, niña, I am one of the ladies of the court. You will follow me and I will show you to your bedchamber.” Rayna lowered her head in embarrassment, already making mistakes. She dutifully followed the beautiful woman into the main hallway.
The woman moved quietly and swiftly down the long hallway, which was richly adorned with pieces of Spanish artwork both on the walls and in cabinets. Several of the cabinets had gold trim lining pristine glass that artfully displayed the contents of the cabinet. Others had jeweled encrusted glass cabinets, holding pieces such as golden goblets and plates. Rayna took it all in, her eyes widening with each passing minute. Finally, they arrived at the end of the long hallway.
”Querida, your chamber is through this door. Make yourself comfortable and then report back to me in the main hallway.” As she turned to leave, she stopped and pursed her lips. Turning back to face Rayna, she continued, almost as an afterthought. “Oh niña, please call me Lady Estas, por favor?” Not waiting for a response, Lady Estas took off in a flurry, her silken gown rustling about her legs and feet as she made her way quickly down the hall and out of sight.
Sighing, Rayna slowly opened the door to her bedchamber. She gasped aloud as she walked into the room. A crackling fire burned brightly in a massive fireplace, set against an entire wall. The room was nice and toasty, which was a welcome respite from the chilling winds outside. A fur rug graced the tiled floor, taking up most of the middle of the flooring. Rayna smiled, knowing the fur would keep her feet warm on those really cold mornings. A wash bowl and stand stood over in the corner of the room next to a discrete screen, which held a chamber pot for her personal use. Fluffy white towels with perfumed soap lay next to the wash bowl, ready to use. A large window opened out onto the main courtyard, which faced the Queen’s personal gardens. Roses grew in bunches, and their perfume filled the air. Finally, the bed stood tall on the opposite wall, with a step stool placed underneath to help her get up into it. A thick down comforter covered the top.
Rayna smiled in pleasure. Even her own bedchamber at home was nothing compared to this! She laughed out in happiness, flinging herself onto the bed, almost forgetting where she was. As she lay there for a moment, her chest heaving in excitement, she thanked her lucky stars for coming here. Closing her eyes briefly, she imagined herself a fine lady in waiting to the Queen, all mannerly and beautiful…
Sighing, Rayna got off the bed and hurriedly washed her hands and face. She smoothed her hair out and pinched her cheeks for color, admiring herself in the little mirror hanging on the wall over the wash table. ‘I must hurry; else Lady Estas will be upset with me! I have not even been here an hour yet…’ she thought, running out the door and slamming it behind her. As the door closed, she suddenly remembered her manners, and stopped running. Clasping her hands in front of her, she moved quickly down the hallway and in the vague direction of where she thought she had seen Lady Estas headed…
”I tell you, their army will not hold off much longer! We need to be aggressive in this Charles, and head them off at the pass before it is too late!” A male voice spoke harshly behind a closed door. Rayna had reached the end of yet another hallway, and completely lost, was just about to give up and sit down so she could have herself a good cry. As she reached the door at the end of the hall, the male voice continued speaking, rising in tone every second. Rayna’s eyes widened in fear at the harshness of the voices, and before she could turn to leave, the door was suddenly flung upon. A tall man stood before her, looking down upon her head with glaring, yet kind eyes. However, when he saw how frightened she was, he softened, and taking one finger, gently placed it under her chin. Slowly, he lifted her face up so he could peruse it at his leisure.
He raised an eyebrow as his eyes traveled over her beautiful face: her features perfectly chiseled, as if from clay. Her turquoise eyes shimmered slightly with unshed tears, giving them a luminous look. Her long hair hung straight down her back, and her pink lips parted slightly as her breath quickened. “And who do we have here?” The man said softly, turning her face ever so slightly so he could examine it from all angles.
Rayna thought she had lost her voice, as nothing came out of her mouth when she opened it. Another man came up behind the one holding her chin, and said, “Now Charles, don’t scare the poor girl. Give her some breathing room!” The one called Charles smiled softly down upon Rayna, bowing slightly. “It was not my intent una Hermosa, to scare you if indeed that is what I did.”
Rayna was able to shake her head no, as Charles let out a small laugh, finally letting her chin go. Straightening back up, he put his hand under his chin as if in deep thought. “Now, you still have not answered my question, niña. Who are you?”
“Oh, there you are Rayna! You niña tonta!” Lady Estas raced up to where Rayna stood, still close to Charles. Taking Rayna’s arm in a tight grasp, she curtsied before Charles. “Perdόn Your Majesty. She has but newly arrived and lost her way. We will take our leave now with your permission.” Upon hearing Lady Estas greet the man as Your Majesty, Rayna nearly fainted dead away. Trembling, she curtsied, and finally spoke. “Lo siento Your Majesty.” She allowed Lady Estas to pull her along with her, and was relieved to see a twinkle of merriment in the King’s eye…
21:39 Oct 14 2016
Times Read: 389
Prologue (The Rape)
Rayna hummed a little tune softly, beneath her breath. She was in a good mood this evening, having finished her duties as nurse maid for the children of Queen Isabella. All three children were safely tucked in their warm beds, dreaming of mindless children things she was sure. The oldest, Phillip, was quite the little charmer, and had Rayna wrapped around his little finger. She smiled, thinking of his childish antics. Just that morning, he had smiled up at her so prettily, asking her to sing him his favorite song. She had complied of course, as she could not refuse him anything.
‘I have spoiled the children rotten’ she thought fondly.
Rayna walked quietly along the long corridor within the Queen’s chambers, headed for the garden. It had rained most of the day, and Rayna wanted a breath of fresh air before retiring. Sighing, she thought of what tomorrow would bring. It was Phillip’s eighth birthday, and the Queen had commissioned jugglers, clowns, and minstrels for the child’s party. She knew she would be running from the time she got up, until the time she went to bed…
As she halted before the tall glass doors that opened into the Queen’s private gardens, Rayna came back to the present. Opening the doors wide, she closed her eyes in pleasure as the perfumed-filled breeze made its’ way in, caressing her warm skin like a lover’s touch. Stepping into the gardens, the full moon cast its glow upon her light blonde hair, which fell straight to her tiny waist. Her turquoise blue eyes sparkled with delight as she gazed around the pristine gardens. The scent of roses filled the warm night air, and Rayna closed her eyes in bliss. Suddenly, she was roughly grabbed from behind.
“Don’t even think about screaming perra, for if you do, I will gut you like the burlas pig you are”
Rayna stifled a scream, shivering in terror as the man wrapped his huge hand around her small mouth nearly smothering her. Her eyes widened in fear as the moonlight glinted off his sharp knife, which he held against her throat.
He pushed her to the ground, tearing her gown in the process. Flipping her onto her back, he pried her legs apart, while lifting the hem of her gown up around her waist. His hand still covered her mouth, but her eyes found his face…
’Diego! Mi Dios, why? Why is he doing this?’ Rayna thought paralyzed, her fear quickly turning to anger.
Diego de Cornt, a Spanish Duke, had tried to court Rayna, but she refused to allow him the privilege. He was vile, rude, and egotistical; and even though handsome in features, his personality turned her off. Now, here she was, under him upon the dirty ground.
“Ah, mi belleza. I shall have you now as I want you” He whispered in her ear, roughly entering her.
Crying out against his hand, Rayna’s eyes filled with tears as he savagely raped her. Her tender flesh tore as he thrust deep within her, moving in and out, not caring that he hurt her. Soon, her warm wet blood covered her thighs. As he continued to thrust in and out, she became numb. She had ceased to feel him, feel the ground beneath her. Finally, when he finished and got off of her, Rayna did not even feel that.
“If you tell a soul, I shall kill you mi querida” Diego said quietly, using part of her torn gown to wipe himself clean of her virginal blood. Finished, he threw the piece of bloody cloth into her face, laughing. Rayna felt the wetness of the cloth cold against her hot skin, against her hot tears. Quietly sobbing, she lay there, not moving…
Soon, the sounds of crickets filled the air. Rayna had not moved; not even to cover her ravaged flesh. The warm night air felt cold against her numbed skin, but still she did not move. Even when a voice pierced the quiet night, Rayna lay still…
“You poor little nina. You must get up at once” A voice spoke quietly from the shadows. Dazed, Rayna did not recognize the man at first; however, as he continued murmuring softly to her, she finally realized it was Moracas, the King’s advisor. Slowly, Rayna turned her turquoise eyes to finally light upon his face. Her vision was blurred, and blinking several times it began to clear; only to reveal Moracas leaning over her, his white fangs gleaming brightly in the moonlight…
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ThomasSharpVth
01:51 Dec 05 2016
Wow that was very colorful and exciting. I loved your work. I read a lot so, when I read good reading, I eat it up. 😊
ThomasSharpVth
01:51 Dec 05 2016
Wow that was very colorful and exciting. I loved your work. I read a lot so, when I read good reading, I eat it up. 😊
ThomasSharpVth
01:51 Dec 05 2016
Wow that was very colorful and exciting. I loved your work. I read a lot so, when I read good reading, I eat it up. 😊
ThomasSharpVth
01:51 Dec 05 2016
Wow that was very colorful and exciting. I loved your work. I read a lot so, when I read good reading, I eat it up. 😊