Chained || Briar & Phillip
Aurora nodded. “I’ll need a boost up, but I can manage side-saddle.” She gave him a weak smile as she glanced up towards the inn. Would Gothel have heard that? Possibly; after all, the bells were incredibly noisy, loud enough that she had to be careful when sneaking food from the kitchen at night, going so far as to go out only in her slip and undergarments.
Unable to stop herself, she suddenly went on her toes to kiss Phillip softly. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured, then sighed as she hugged him again. If only they could stay like this, forever in each other’s arms—minus the whole worrying about someone coming out and finding them bit, of course.
He kissed her back, briefly before stepping out of her arms. “We haven’t the time, Princess,” he reminded her, taking her hands as he let out a low whistle. Samsun trotted over, nudging Aurora slightly before Phillip lifted her onto his back. Lifting himself into the saddle and adjusting slightly to make it a bit more comfortable for her, he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he took the reigns.
He didn’t even have to kick Samsun, the horse took off and the enraged screams of Gothel could be heard behind them. “We’ll stop along the way to get those chains off,” he promised. While he remained stoic and strong, his hands trembled, not that it could be noticed when riding at such speed.
His blasted injury had kept him from saving her. If he hadn’t gone off to war, he was sure none of this would have happened. Damn the war.
She nodded, simply leaning against him and closing her eyes as Samson carried them far away from Gothel. Oh, how good it felt to have him back, to have him here with her.
She fought the urge to sleep, but then realized that it was no good. Phillip would wake her when they were safe, or when he would break her chains. Readjusting herself, she let herself fall asleep.
Chained || Briar & Phillip
“I—you—” She gaped, tears streaming down your face. “Oh, Phillip!” She clung to him, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed, unable to do anything else for the moment.
“I thought you were—” Royal-blue, almost violet tear-filled eyes looked up at him. “Never mind that. A woman named Gothel has done this to me.” She gestured to her chains. “I’m her slave. I have been for—for quite some time.” Now was not the time to mention the fact that Maleficent was back, or that she had taken friends hostage. All she wanted right now was to run away with him and never look back.
“She’s busy right now, but I don’t know how long she’ll be—or if she’ll come out to check on me.”
He held her closely and tightly, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to become absorbed in her presence. One day he would kill Gothel for what she had done to his Aurora, but now was not that day. Today was a day to run. Stepping away, he took only her hands, his eyes settling on the bells on her dress and the chain around her ankle. Taking his dagger and without uttering a single word, he cut along the hem of her dress, causing the bells to jingle loudly. Gothel likely would have heard but by the time she made it out there, the pair would be long gone.
The hem fell the the ground and Phillip stood once more. “You’ll have to ride side saddle, Princess,” he said softly. “But we must hurry, someone likely would have heard that.”
Aurora nodded. “I’ll need a boost up, but I can manage side-saddle.” She gave him a weak smile as she glanced up towards the inn. Would Gothel have heard that? Possibly; after all, the bells were incredibly noisy, loud enough that she had to be careful when sneaking food from the kitchen at night, going so far as to go out only in her slip and undergarments.
Unable to stop herself, she suddenly went on her toes to kiss Phillip softly. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured, then sighed as she hugged him again. If only they could stay like this, forever in each other’s arms—minus the whole worrying about someone coming out and finding them bit, of course.
Chained || Briar, Gothel, & Phillip
Aurora walked over to the stables, the bells sewn into her skirt jangling as she walked (something Gothel had insisted upon, most likely to keep tabs on her since she was often “busy”), and the chains around her ankles clanking together.
She reflected that this probably wasn’t as bad as she thought; after all, she didn’t mind the horses. Cleaning the stables was rather disgusting at times, but no more than seeing the old woman undressed (a mental image that would probably haunt her til her dying day).
Still, what she wouldn’t give to simply take one of these horses and ride off, far away from all of these misfortunes. As she began refilling the hay boxes, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Oh Phillip,” she whispered to herself. “If you’re out there, please, please find me.”
It just so happened, that on that day, Phillip had finally become well enough to leave the home of his caregiver. Thanking the family that had nursed him back to health graciously, he set out for home. It’d been months since he’d seen his darling Aurora and he knew she’d likely sent multiple letters to him. But not one reached him. No one knew where he was, after all. His father likely thought him dead.
Mounting Samson, the only reason the prince was even alive, he made way for his kingdom. On the way, however, a strange power pulled him right instead of left when he came to a fork in the road. He knew it wasn’t the way but he could not help himself. He soon realized why.
The prince happened upon an inn, where the sobs of a maiden met his ears. But this wasn’t the sound on just any maiden. Dismounting, he followed the sound of tears and bells before he found the familiar golden hair. “Aurora…” he whispered, running to her, collecting her into his arms before she’d even had a chance to understand what was happening. “Who has done this to you? I shall tear them limb from limb!”
“I—you—” She gaped, tears streaming down your face. “Oh, Phillip!” She clung to him, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed, unable to do anything else for the moment.
“I thought you were—” Royal-blue, almost violet tear-filled eyes looked up at him. “Never mind that. A woman named Gothel has done this to me.” She gestured to her chains. “I’m her slave. I have been for—for quite some time.” Now was not the time to mention the fact that Maleficent was back, or that she had taken friends hostage. All she wanted right now was to run away with him and never look back.
“She’s busy right now, but I don’t know how long she’ll be—or if she’ll come out to check on me.”
Chained || Briar, Gothel, & Phillip
Aurora walked over to the stables, the bells sewn into her skirt jangling as she walked (something Gothel had insisted upon, most likely to keep tabs on her since she was often “busy”), and the chains around her ankles clanking together.
She reflected that this probably wasn’t as bad as she thought; after all, she didn’t mind the horses. Cleaning the stables was rather disgusting at times, but no more than seeing the old woman undressed (a mental image that would probably haunt her til her dying day).
Still, what she wouldn’t give to simply take one of these horses and ride off, far away from all of these misfortunes. As she began refilling the hay boxes, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Oh Phillip,” she whispered to herself. “If you’re out there, please, please find me.”
Scrub || Briar and Gothel
“Yes, Lettie is with her! And I don’t want her because she’s so terribly obnoxious. When I had her in that cell all she did was sing and sing and whine about her husband and worry about why he hadn’t come for her. Ugh, I’m surprised my ears didn’t fall off. I handed her off to Maleficent who thought she’d be a handy little thing.” The woman shrugged and strolled across the room, taking a seat in her special chair.
“She’s getting what she deserves and you will, too. Turn for me dear, I need to decide if you’ll be working for me or not.”
Gulping, Aurora stood and turned in a circle slowly. As horrified and saddened she was for Lettie, she knew in her heart she would be alright. She had Kurt; even if he had disappeared, he would surely come back for her.
If that’s true, why hasn’t he come back yet? For that matter, why hasn’t Phillip showed up either? She did her best to ignore the taunting voice, because acknowledging it would only bring her pain. Phillip was most likely dead, rotting on the field of battle if they hadn’t retrieved his corpse and already held a funeral for him.
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.
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Scrub || Briar and Gothel
Upon changing and stepping out of her room, Gothel stumbled upon the pathetic scene before her, shaking her head and grabbing the wooden spoon, she smacked Aurora on her back. “Get up!” she snapped. “Get up you silly child and stop begin so selfish! You’re waiting on me, child. OH!”
Frustrated, she let the spoon drop and began to prepare her own supper. “Be thankful you’re not with Maleficent, slave. You’d be like that Lettie brat, practically dying.”
“Ah!” The spoon didn’t hurt, not really; what hurt was that she’d been struck. Never in her whole life—not when she’d found Aunt Merriweather’s wand and enchanted the bubbles in the bath and almost flooded the whole house, not when she snuck a piece of birthday cake—had she been struck.
“L-Lettie?” Lettie was here? With…with her? Her eyes widened. Poor Lettie…who knew what sort of tortures the witch was coming up with?
“Why—why don’t you have Lettie?” she asked timidly. “She—she’s a b-b-better cook than I am.”
Scrub || Briar and Gothel
Numbly, Aurora nodded. “Is—is there anything in particular that you want?” The comments about her usefulness stung like the thorns on a rose, and it was all she could do to not burst into tears.
How long would she be here, servant to this witch? She supposed it could be worse, but not by much.
“No, just make me something that’s good enough to eat. I’m starving. I was walking all day for Rapunzel, the ungrateful brat.” She tossed her soaked hair over her shoulder, some of the water splattering across Aurora’s chest and face. The woman didn’t bother to apologize. Instead, she grinned, shrugging. “Also, let me know if any customers desire any…company tonight. They need to pay first and all payment for my girls goes directly to me.”
She dried her hair with the towel, walking out of the bath and into her bedroom. “I’ll dress myself tonight, you just start on dinner.”
She nodded again, not really feeling the water hit her. “Yes Miss Gothel.” She turned and walked over to the kitchen area, getting out ingredients in a sort of daze. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare of some sort. She was Briar Rose, Princess Aurora. She was no one’s slave.
Yes I am, she thought, tears starting to fall down her face. Crouching by the stove, she put her face in her hands and quietly began to sob.
Scrub || Briar and Gothel
“Y-yes, Miss Gothel,” she mumbled, increasing the pressure as she scrubbed the woman’s foot. Though she had grown up as a peasant, the princess had never been subject to anything like this.
How long had she been here? She’d lost track of the time quite a while ago. Her hair was now the color of dead wheat, not sunshine gold; her rose-red lips now dull; her cheeks pale and lifeless. Her spirit was broken, for she knew that this time, there was no knight in shining armor coming to save her.
Rolling her eyes, Gothel yanked back her foot. “Oh, you’re just as foolish as my daughter Fetch me my towel. Honestly, I was hoping I’d at least get someone useful, not some baboon.” The woman stood, stark naked as Aurora retrieved the towel, bringing it over to the woman. She took it, patting herself down as she watched her new slave retrieve her robe as well. Perhaps she wasn’t as stupid as she thought but she was still a nuisance.
Slipping the robe onto her slender form, she looked to the girl. “Can you cook at all? I’m hungry.”
Numbly, Aurora nodded. “Is—is there anything in particular that you want?” The comments about her usefulness stung like the thorns on a rose, and it was all she could do to not burst into tears.
How long would she be here, servant to this witch? She supposed it could be worse, but not by much.
Scrub || Briar and Gothel
“Be sure to scrub the bottom of my feet too,” Gothel sighed as she sank into her bubble bath, her foot hanging over the side while Briar Rose scrubbed off the dead skin. The warm water felt good against her bare skin. It had been a long while since she’d been able to take such a bath as this. At her Inn, she was being bothered by many but now, none dared bother her. She was the queen now.
Sinking a bit more into her bath, she scowled at Briar Rose. “Work harder, girl. You’re doing so poorly.”
“Y-yes, Miss Gothel,” she mumbled, increasing the pressure as she scrubbed the woman’s foot. Though she had grown up as a peasant, the princess had never been subject to anything like this.
How long had she been here? She’d lost track of the time quite a while ago. Her hair was now the color of dead wheat, not sunshine gold; her rose-red lips now dull; her cheeks pale and lifeless. Her spirit was broken, for she knew that this time, there was no knight in shining armor coming to save her.
Well, summer is slowly turning to fall, and it’s going to get quite dark at earlier times soon.
Yes, but it seemed to have gotten dark so quickly…
-A quick glance around reveals that she’s in an unfamiliar part of the woods…with a faceless stranger. Wonderful.-
Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? -watching her look around-
-laughs nervously- Yes, I suppose so… Do you happen to know where we are?
Ah, yes I do, actually. Did you perhaps get lost while walking around here?
I must have… Nothing around here looks familiar at all.
Well, summer is slowly turning to fall, and it’s going to get quite dark at earlier times soon.
Yes, but it seemed to have gotten dark so quickly…
-A quick glance around reveals that she’s in an unfamiliar part of the woods…with a faceless stranger. Wonderful.-
Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? -watching her look around-
-laughs nervously- Yes, I suppose so… Do you happen to know where we are?
Well, summer is slowly turning to fall, and it’s going to get quite dark at earlier times soon.
Yes, but it seemed to have gotten dark so quickly…
-A quick glance around reveals that she’s in an unfamiliar part of the woods…with a faceless stranger. Wonderful.-
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