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A kings' political marriage plan- closed

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Marabella

Bella winced and pulled back a bit when he spewed apple as he talked, then jumped a bit as he ripped pieces from her dress again. She protested to being gagged again and having her ankles bound. A squeak escaped her as he threw her over his shoulder and slapped her backside. She had to hold back her shiver at his comment of using her as a shield. The guards wouldn’t attack him with her in his grip, would they? She shook the thought from her mind when he threatened her. How could she possibly fight with the way he had her bound?

Even if she were to wiggle around like crazy and drop to the floor, she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. As he crept through the shadows with her, she prayed someone would spot them, but no one did. He was making a clean escape with her and whatever he looted from the chapel. When he stopped and tied her to him, more fear took over her. Why did I have to check on the noise? she thought to herself. Bella closed her eyes and her body tensed as he climbed up the wall.

She wasn’t a fan of heights. When they reached the top, she didn’t open her eyes right away. She had waited until there was solid ground beneath them, and she regretted doing so soon after. She tried to focus on something at eye level other than him. She looked at the top of the trees she saw and a few birds in the distance. As her eyes scanned the area, she saw a flock of birds that seemed to be headed towards them.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme had opened her eyes and followed Dean’s lead as he led them over to a bench and sat down as she poured herself out to him. Which was something she hadn’t done with anyone for a long while. When he pulled his arm away and wrapped it around her shoulders, she closed her eyes again. She could feel that her words had an effect on him, like he was trying to find a way to tell her she was wrong in her thinking. She moved her hands into her lap, placing one over the other, waiting for him to say something.

At Dean’s sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at the ground. His words brought a small smile to her lips and a small laugh to escape her. It was funny thinking of him trying to tie her down. She gave a sigh at what he said next and shook her own head. She lifted her head to look at the lake. “Don’t be. It’s not like you could have known.” she mumbled. “I was pretty vague on what I told you.” She sighed again before leaning into him and rested her head on him.

“I knew you would have come if I contacted you, but I…… I was in a terrible place…… I didn’t want you to see me like that.” she admitted. To be truthful, she still wasn’t her full self, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit that to him. Esme also didn’t want to bring the mood down any more than she already had. They should be happy right now, not upset about things that happened in the past. “But if I want to be honest with myself. I would have been better off if I had called you.” She knew it was true, but it had been hard to admit to herself until now. If she had called him for help, maybe she wouldn’t feel so broken inside and only half of the woman she used to be.

Sam Winchester

Sam studied Madison as she took in what he said about not knowing why Michael wasn’t there. He could see that she didn’t like his answer, just as he thought. He grew worried when it looked as if she was about to lose control. He was about to reach out and take her hand when she opened her eyes. His eyebrows raised at the dim light behind her eyes. He let them relax as she spoke, and he nodded with a small smile. It seemed that she had kept herself calm after thinking it over. When she spoke about finding a family, his smile grew.

“A family?” he questioned. He thought it over, going over everything that had gone on over the past few days in his mind. “She was right. They were the closest thing she had to consider family. Him and Dean had been with Amy through most of the pregnancy and even the birth. How could she not see them as family? He was about to confirm when she seemed distracted. He followed her gaze to a man that came in and sat at the breakfast bar. He wondered what it was about him that grabbed her attention, then looked back at her. “Madison?” Sam said her name softly so as to not startle her out of her stare. Concern was written on his face as he looked at her.

BLOOD MOON RISING

Name: Marabella Stirling
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Skills as Human: Archery and fending for herself.
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Marabella

Bella gave a yelp as he returned her slap, taking a few steps back from the force of it. She hadn’t expected him to slap her back. She also wondered if he even knew who she was. She went to hold her cheek, but he took her hands and bound them before she could. As he tied the knot, she whimpered at the pain that shot through her wrists. A glare came back to features as he spoke to her once again, even when he grabbed her chin in a tight grip. She tried to pull her face away, but it was no use.

She couldn’t stop the flinch that came from his touch on her cheek, and his words made her sick. “What makes you think you can get out of here without being seen? There're guards everywhere.” she shot back. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she hoped it would buy her some time. She was also sure that at least one guard saw her walk this way. If she didn’t return, they would come and look for her.

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Marabella

Name: Marabella Stirling
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Skills as Human: Archery and fending for herself.
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Marabella

Bella stopped when the Viking darted to the door and shut it. She skidded to a stop, then gasped, her scream catching in her throat as he placed a blade against it. She gave sounds of protest as his hands roamed her body and stopped on her chest, looking for a weapon. She glared at him as he spoke to her and covered her mouth so she couldn’t answer the question he had asked. She gave a small sound as he ripped her dress to use as a gag and tied it around her mouth. She would have fought against him, but she didn’t see the point.

He would have caught her before she got two steps in, but that didn’t mean she went easily as he dragged her to the cinder of the chamber. As he looked her over in the candlelight, she glared at him. Yes, she was scared, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in such a state. She watched him blow out the candle and step up to her, which was too close for comfort, and she continued to glare at him. With him this close, he was risking her acting out and taking a swing at him.

She contemplated it for a moment before deciding to take action. She quickly brought her arm up and swung her hand at his face. If she could hit in the right spot, she could not only slap him but scratch his face with her nails. It might even give her a way to escape as well.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme had missed his frown when she mentioned it hadn’t been easy going it alone, she had been looking ahead of them to see where they were going. When he jumped and laughed while pulling away, she laughed as well. When he took her arm back to his and placed his hand on hers, she had to smile, as it felt so natural. She shrugged her shoulders to his comment as if saying ‘Maybe so’. When they entered the park and stepped up to the fence, she looked out over the lake. It felt quite peaceful, and she drank it in.

When he started to answer her question, she looked away from the lake and up at him. As he spoke, her eye widened, and she unconsciously squeezed his arm, not expecting to hear what came out of his mouth. She couldn’t imagine going through such events, especially going to Hell. It sent a shiver down her spine, thinking of going to Hell. At his smile she calmed a bit, but couldn’t keep herself from feeling bad for him. Here she thought she had it terrible. It was but nothing compared to going to Hell.

When he mentioned she could have called, she looked away and at the lake with a heavy sigh. “I know I could have called but…….” she whispered, unconsciously gripping his arm again. “I didn’t want to put more on your plate than you already had.” She breathed in deeply and slowly released it as she closed her eyes. “I didn’t want to burden you with my problems when you had your own to deal with.” she mumbled. She knew that he would have come to her aide if she had called him or would have had her meet him somewhere.

But she didn’t want to dump all the crap she had following her on him, she still didn’t. But Madison had pulled them back together and had formed a bond with her. She sighed again and dipped her head as she remembered how she had left it off with him, and she felt terrible about it. She knew it had to have hurt him. “I…... I’m sorry for…... The way I left things.” she whispered.

Sam Winchester

Sam grew a little worried at the narrowing of Madison’s eyes to his words. He watched her as she seemed to think over things. He relaxed when she finally spoke and gave her a nod when she finished. He gave her smile as she spoke about her emotions; he knew they had to be confusing to her. “That’s good to hear. I hope you feel happy right now.” he told her as she turned in the seat. He couldn’t help but grin a little with the way she sat in the booth, just like a child would. When his eyes met her and she asked her question, his smile faded.

Sadness plastered itself on his face at the mention of her mother. The question she asked was a question he knew would come up eventually and had been dreading it, since he didn’t have a good answer for her. “Honestly, we don’t know.” he told her, still looking into her eyes. He knew this would be an answer she probably wouldn’t want to hear, but it was the truth. They had heard Micheal was on earth, and they searched for him with Castiel when they found her mother.

He pulled himself from the thought of Michael to answer her other question, a small smile coming back to his face. “Of course you can stay with us.” he told her. “You don’t have to worry about being alone.” he smiled warmly.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme remained curled in on herself as Cason came to her aide. She didn’t have the strength to even try to push him away when he pulled her to him. She could hardly breathe, her chest was on fire, and she was shaking badly from all the emotions that surrounded her in the room. She clutched her chest and tried to take in slow deep breaths and let them out as she listened to everyone talk. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Esme struggled to lift her head to look at Annabeth as she continued to explain what she had to do. Annabeth felt she had to make the deal to keep Sam alive, and even feared this demon would kill them.

If she had the air, she would have sighed at the thoughts swimming in her mind. When Dean cleared his throat, she looked at him. His words surprised her. She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d known of such a demon. Her attention went back to Annabeth as she spoke to Sam. She closed her eyes tight when she said he could go after and they wouldn’t have to worry about her. Those words hit her hard. She didn’t like just letting her go off to fend for herself against a demon, even if it was to keep them alive. At Bobby’s voice, Esme opened her eyes and listened to his plan. She had to admit; it sounded better than Annabeth going off with this Alastair.

When she saw Dean agree with Bobby, she fought to pull herself away from Cason and sat with her legs under her. She didn’t attempt to stand, even though she wanted to. She knew she would just collapse back to the floor. So, she stayed sitting and silently nodded in agreement to use Bobby’s vault to protect Sam and Annabeth. She ran a shaky hand through her hair to get it out of her face, then looked around the room to see who else agreed with the plan.

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Marabella

Bella continues to make her way around the room, greeting the guest and engaging in small conversations here and there. She knew she should suck it up and at least talk to one prince, but was still having trouble forcing herself to do so. One good thing to come out of her mingling was that she had finally calmed enough to have a genuine smile upon her face. Everyone she came across seemed pretty nice, even the strange ones. When she finally got the courage built to go find one and talk to them, her keen ears picked up a clang. Yes, her ears were pinned and out of sight, but that didn’t mean they didn’t pick up even the slightest sound.

She looked around to see if anyone else had heard the sound, even stealing a look at the guards. No one but her seemed to have heard it. Bella stood there, debating if she should see what caused the noise or leave it be. Curiosity got the better of her and she went to see what caused the noise. “Maybe an animal from the garden got in.” she whispered to herself as she left the room. If that was the case, it would be easy getting them and taking them back out to the garden. As she made her way through the castle, she focused on trying to locate where the sound came from. It wasn’t long before she heard more sounds and she followed them.

They led her to the temple. Her head tilted in confusion as she looked at the door. It would be hard for one of the larger animals to get in there. So, could it be a bird? She walked up to the door and gave a push, not noticing the broken lock. She peeked around the door to look inside. It was dark, but she could still make out things. She heard sounds coming from the darkness and stepped inside to find the source of the sound, thinking she’d find a bird desperate to get out. She slowly made her way through, looking around as she went. A strange scent filled her nose, but she thought little of it. The temple always had a strange scent to her.

Bella made it to a spot where the moonlight shone in. She stopped and looked around and that’s when she saw the Viking looting. She froze, her eyes going wide and she gasped, it echoed through the silence. Regaining herself momentarily she turned to run, taking in a deep breath so she could scream for the guards.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme had to laugh when Sam shooed them, trying to get them to go. It was a welcomed gesture since she really wanted the chance to talk to Dean alone. When he linked her arm with his, she smiled warmly and held onto his arm as they walked out. “I’ve been hunting, mostly.” she told him. “Though it hasn’t been easy on my own.” Which was true. After losing her father, she had been hunting and searching for the thing that had killed him. Every lead so far had led her to a dead end.

She didn’t allow herself to get sucked into that mindset. She’s supposed to be happy right now, not depressing herself by wallowing in her thoughts. She mentally slapped herself for it. She took in the emotions coming off Dean and they lifted her. He was happy, so that made her happy. Even though she was already happy to see and talk to him again, it made her happier. At his quip, she looked up at him and playfully narrowed her eyes at him after they crossed the road.

“Hey now, I’m not that short.” she said, poking his ribs playfully. “You’ve just become a giant.” She tried to hold in the laugh that was building up, but it soon escaped her, followed by a bright smile. He was the same Dean she had met all that time ago, even with his extra baggage. God, how she missed this. Just to have a normal conversation with someone and walk down the street like a normal person would, even if she was far from normal. She wanted to grip his arm tight and not let him go.

She wanted to hold on to this moment forever. Sighing contently, she looked up at him. She had so many questions burning in her mind, but she didn’t know where to start. She looked back ahead of them, thinking about where to start, finally settling on the same question he had asked. “Besides dealing with angels and their children, what have you been doing?”

Sam Winchester

Sam watched Dean and Esme leave, a grin resting on his face at how the two acted. Even with all their time apart, there was still a strong connection between them. After everything Dean had been through, he needed something good to come along to be a distraction from all the bad. By the looks of it, Esme was that distraction and a welcomed one. After they left the diner, Sam turned his attention to Madison as she moved her hand from his and rested it beside his and spoke. He sat quietly as she spoke.

His smile faded when she brought up Dean shooting at her. He could see how strongly embedded into her memory it was, rightly so, since it was the first action she experienced after being born. He watched her as she continued talking, not being able to get a word in. When finished, he turned so he could face her properly. He searched for his words, not really knowing what to say to her. “Dean……” he started and sighed. “When he’s unsure about something not human, his first instinct is to draw his gun. I’m pretty sure he didn’t intend to shoot you. We do want to keep you safe.” he told her.

“But when you hit us with that blast, it caused him to shoot.” He tried to tell her as gently as possible as to not draw her from her peaceful state. “I can see why you like Esme. I just met her and like her too, she’s pretty nice.” He gave her a warm smile, then looked over at the woman that Madison spoke about, then looked back at her. “That is sad, but that happens sometimes.” he mumbled. Sam went quiet as he looked at her, watching her take in what he had told her. “Is there anything you want to know? I’ll try my best to answer.”