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Jul. 4th, 2020 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
warspoiltIt's one thing to be told that you're the princess' body double, but it's something entirely different for it to suddenly become relevant. Amalie had been a simple farm girl when agents from the kingdom had knocked on her family's door. She'd been a dead ringer for the Princess, a girl named Miria, and the king would like her to be the princess' double.
They'd promised her family a life of luxury and comfort in the palace, and for several years, Amalie had enjoyed just that. For the most part, she acted as a servant girl, a maid who helped aorund the palace, but when there was any sort of risk, she took on the mantle of Princess Miria. She went to functions, she attended balls and tournaments, she did little but wave and look pretty. It was a nice life.
It ended in flame. As Miria, she'd been visiting a villa on the outreaches of the kingdom when the enemy had attacked.
The defenses had been slain and overrun, and the villa had been sacked. She, along with the other women and pretty boys, had been taken in chains, and the soldiers had trumpeted her capture: They'd taken Princess Miria. No matter how much she'd protested and tried to tell them that she wasn't the princess, they hadn't listened.
In fact, they'd said that their leader wanted to see her. And Amalie is smart enough to know what that means.
There's a thick leather collar around her neck now, attached to a leash being held by one of the soldiers. There are heavy shackles on her wrists, preventing her from moving them far from each other. She's being led down the halls of the luxurious villa, now filled with enemy soldiers, to what she knows is the master bedroom. All she wears is a thin linen dress.
They shove her through the doors, and close it behind her, and she's alone.
No, not alone. There's someone else here.
They'd promised her family a life of luxury and comfort in the palace, and for several years, Amalie had enjoyed just that. For the most part, she acted as a servant girl, a maid who helped aorund the palace, but when there was any sort of risk, she took on the mantle of Princess Miria. She went to functions, she attended balls and tournaments, she did little but wave and look pretty. It was a nice life.
It ended in flame. As Miria, she'd been visiting a villa on the outreaches of the kingdom when the enemy had attacked.
The defenses had been slain and overrun, and the villa had been sacked. She, along with the other women and pretty boys, had been taken in chains, and the soldiers had trumpeted her capture: They'd taken Princess Miria. No matter how much she'd protested and tried to tell them that she wasn't the princess, they hadn't listened.
In fact, they'd said that their leader wanted to see her. And Amalie is smart enough to know what that means.
There's a thick leather collar around her neck now, attached to a leash being held by one of the soldiers. There are heavy shackles on her wrists, preventing her from moving them far from each other. She's being led down the halls of the luxurious villa, now filled with enemy soldiers, to what she knows is the master bedroom. All she wears is a thin linen dress.
They shove her through the doors, and close it behind her, and she's alone.
No, not alone. There's someone else here.
