The road is dark and it’s a thin thin line. But I want you to know I’ll walk it for you any time. Maybe your other boyfriends couldn’t pass the test…
Trigger Warning! So as not to be all spoilery, there is character death and other stuffs in this post. Proceed with caution.
Ververe 29th, 1513 – Riding grounds, outside River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
It seemed strangely quiet this morning. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been riding all by herself. As it was officially Hybel break as of yesterday afternoon–despite it not yet being Hybel–there were no lessons, including riding lessons. Then Vivi had something that she was doing with her father and brothers, Elizabet had known that for a good couple of weeks. Then this morning her father told her that the FitzChivalries had sent over a servant, Marianne had sent her regrets but she wasn’t going to make it either. Still, Elizabet would be damned if she was going to spend the first day of her break sitting around the estate doing nothing.
Trigger Warning: All of the following are implied in the following post, though none of it is pictured or explicit: Pedophilia, underage prostitution, rape/statutory rape, slavery/sex slavery. Again, not a happy post.
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.
Tyves 1st, 1513 – Carico estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
“Bet? What are you doing out here?” Josh asked as he walked down the stairs toward the stables where the two horses he asked to be saddled were waiting for him.
“Are you going somewhere?” Elizabet asked, without answering.
“Do you need me to stay?” He’d figure out some way to do it, if Elizabet were in trouble or having one of those feelings again. He didn’t quite know how, but he would. His “plans” for the evening could go hang, especially as he didn’t want to go at all.
Trigger Warning: Abuse, adult situations, nudity, some breath-play, biting/bruising, bondage (sort of), D/S, referenced blood-play/torture-play, borderline DubCon. *headdesk* I guess we all know what I read now.
Catch your breath hit the wall, scream out loud, as you start to crawl back in your cage the only place, where they will leave you alone.
Darid 25th, 1513 – The Academy of St. Hugh, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion Continue reading
TRIGGER WARNING: Blood and violence!
I am nothing more than a little boy inside that cries out for attention yet I always try to hide
Darid 20, 1513 – The Black Boar Tavern, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
Darin sighed as he rounded the corner, these tutoring sessions were almost more of a pain than they were worth. But it was something that Sara-Beth couldn’t object to as a way for him to earn pocket money, though she still glared something fierce if he so much as put a clipped copper in the cookie jar that they kept their savings in. She could immediately tell, no matter how full it was, just by looking in the jar. Even if he buried his two coppers in the bottom she seemed to be able to tell.