The Slave Princess
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,334
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Escape
Author's Notes: SOOOOOOO sorry for the delay in posting this. I stopped posting because AFF.net messed up and lost my story for awhile then it showed up again randomly and I figured no one would be following it at that point. Then someone messaged me saying they liked this story and told me I should keep going with it so here it is! You should all thank Nila for this chapter. This one goes out to her!
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Once the maids left her to her own devices, she raced to the window in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Darius had suddenly seemed so serious but of course, Nyrobi had no way of knowing what the man had said. From that point, she vowed to learn to understand these people. Her life would undoubtedly be much easier if she could communicate with everyone else.
Outside, people were bustling about with no organization whatsoever. They looked like little bees buzzing around aimlessly and it made Nyrobi’s head spin to watch them.
Finally, Darius went outside with two big duffel bags. Around his waist was something new as well. He was now wearing a leather belt with a sheathed sword hanging at his side. He carried them down to the stable and Nyrobi waited until he came out with his stallion all ready to go. Where in the name of the Goddess was he going? Darius tied the duffel bags to the saddle then mounted up.
A few servants and maids were standing around him and he said a few orders to them then urged his horse into a canter to leave the mansion. As he passed, he shot a look up at Nyrobi’s window and locked eyes with her for a moment before looking back to where he was going.
That moment sent a chill down Nyrobi’s spine. Something bad had happened. That was why he’d been called away. Who knew how long he’d be gone for or if he’d come back at all. She was scared of that thought. If something happened to him… what would happen to her? As much as she despised the idea of being a slave, there were certainly much worse situations she could have found herself in.
On the other hand, maybe this was her chance. With the master gone, maybe she could escape this place! As things were right now, there was no way she would be able to get far enough to be in the clear, but she could plan her escape. She needed to learn some things about this mansion before she had a chance, but she was determined to try. She had to…
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Over the next few weeks, Nyrobi made a point of listening closely to the maids as they chattered away to each other and actually attempted to talk to them a few times. They encouraged her to try their language and much sooner than she’d thought possible, she was beginning to understand what they were saying. They talked around her constantly and pretty soon, she realized that they were doing this so she could pick up the language faster. She was thankful to them for this as it gave her a greater advantage on planning her escape. She could understand them more than she let on and still couldn’t really speak the language back to them, though she was getting better at expressing her own needs in other ways.
She stayed up later and paid attention to when people were up in the mansion and what parts of this place were active at different hours.
As well, she learned how to take care of her horse during the days. With the horse, she could get farther, faster and hopefully, be able to make it back to the jungle.
A plan was taking form in her head and in a few nights, she’d make her escape.
There was still no news of Darius or when he’d be back but business seemed to go on as usual in his absence. In that time, she’d managed to push the dream from her mind and remind herself that she was his slave and nothing more. Staying here would not get her anything at all. Even if he didn’t beat her, she would never be happy in his mansion. He wasn’t one of her people. Besides, she had Nevi and the Sisterhood to think of.
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The night grew silent as the last person on this side of the mansion went to bed. Nyrobi lay in her bed, straining her ears for sounds of anything happening in the mansion that may spoil her plans. No sounds came to her ears and so she slowly and silently pulled the covers off of her bed.
She’d left the dress she’d worn that day on the chair near her the door and she put it on quickly. It was a simple design that flattered her and was also a lovely, dark crimson colour. It would be hard to see at night. She quickly tied her hair back to be practical and then moved toward the door.
She pressed her ear against it and listened in the hallway. There was no sound of footsteps on the ground. The women here all seemed to wear those awful shoes with the heels that made a racket on the wooden floor. Nyrobi would make her escape barefoot to avoid that.
Slowly, Nyrobi opened the door and peeked out. No one was in the hallway and no candlelights warned of any coming people. She stepped out and silently closed the door behind herself.
Tip toeing around the hall toward the staircase, she was careful to keep an eye and an ear out for anyone who might catch her. She reached the stairs and was extra careful going down them since they had a tendency to creak as you stepped on them. However, she’d taken note earlier on which ones were the noisiest and skipped over them completely.
At last, she was at ground level and headed toward the back door of the mansion. No one had caught her yet. Once she was outside, she would pretty much be in the clear.
There it was! The door to freedom. She could see it in front of her. She was about to cross the hallway to get there but candlelight warned her of someone’s approach.
She slipped into an open doorway and hid around the corner. Her back was pressed against the wall and the shadows hid her very well. She dared not move but recognized the man grumbling as he walked. It was very late for him to be up. He was a younger man and she’d sensed a bit of a connection with him and one of the maids on this floor. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about them catching her and any noise she made would probably just be attributed to the couple. How fortunate for her.
She heard the door close behind him but she stayed where she was for a bit longer to be on the safe side. A few moments later, she heard a moan and blushed a deep shade of crimson. But she knew it was safe for her to leave now. Waiting any longer would mean that someone could wake up and get up to tell them to be quiet. So she slowly stepped out of the room and was careful to check for any more signs of people.
She heard no one and went to the door, unlocked it and slipped out silently. There was never anyone in the yard at this time of night and no one would be up looking out the window at this our, either. Nyrobi picked up her skirts and raced across the lawn to the stable. Once there, she opened the door quietly. Even the stable boys had gone to bed for the night and there were no pregnant mares or sick horses that required attention at the moment so she walked in. A few of the horses had woken up at her entrance and huffed irritably at her.
Nyrobi headed over to her mare’s stall. Kaytala was already standing there, wide-awake and seemingly aware of what was to happen tonight. Nyrobi grabbed the mare’s tack and brought it into the stall. She made short work of getting the mare ready then led her out of the stable and into the night.
Kaytala was completely calm and ready for whatever Nyrobi asked of her. For a moment, she wondered if Sheona or Bafia had actually sent her this horse for exactly this reason. Well, whatever the reason, she was pretty much free now. She mounted up and rode the horse to the front gate. There was a lock around it but Nyrobi had stolen the key earlier in the evening. She unlocked it and let herself and the horse through, then was very careful to lock it back up again and toss the key over the gate.
Soon enough, she was riding the horse down the road she’d come down only a few weeks ago now. It seemed like much longer than that, but she recognized the way immediately.
The mansion was getting smaller and smaller as the distance from it grew. She only looked back at it once and that was only to be sure that no one had spotted her leaving. The coast was clear and Nyrobi was on her way home… finally.
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AN: There you are, chapter 9! Don't forget to review. I've more or less figured out where I'm going with this so now it's just a matter of getting there :) I'll hopefully be able to update once a week but don't hold me to that. I'll do the best I can, though! Cheers!
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Once the maids left her to her own devices, she raced to the window in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Darius had suddenly seemed so serious but of course, Nyrobi had no way of knowing what the man had said. From that point, she vowed to learn to understand these people. Her life would undoubtedly be much easier if she could communicate with everyone else.
Outside, people were bustling about with no organization whatsoever. They looked like little bees buzzing around aimlessly and it made Nyrobi’s head spin to watch them.
Finally, Darius went outside with two big duffel bags. Around his waist was something new as well. He was now wearing a leather belt with a sheathed sword hanging at his side. He carried them down to the stable and Nyrobi waited until he came out with his stallion all ready to go. Where in the name of the Goddess was he going? Darius tied the duffel bags to the saddle then mounted up.
A few servants and maids were standing around him and he said a few orders to them then urged his horse into a canter to leave the mansion. As he passed, he shot a look up at Nyrobi’s window and locked eyes with her for a moment before looking back to where he was going.
That moment sent a chill down Nyrobi’s spine. Something bad had happened. That was why he’d been called away. Who knew how long he’d be gone for or if he’d come back at all. She was scared of that thought. If something happened to him… what would happen to her? As much as she despised the idea of being a slave, there were certainly much worse situations she could have found herself in.
On the other hand, maybe this was her chance. With the master gone, maybe she could escape this place! As things were right now, there was no way she would be able to get far enough to be in the clear, but she could plan her escape. She needed to learn some things about this mansion before she had a chance, but she was determined to try. She had to…
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Over the next few weeks, Nyrobi made a point of listening closely to the maids as they chattered away to each other and actually attempted to talk to them a few times. They encouraged her to try their language and much sooner than she’d thought possible, she was beginning to understand what they were saying. They talked around her constantly and pretty soon, she realized that they were doing this so she could pick up the language faster. She was thankful to them for this as it gave her a greater advantage on planning her escape. She could understand them more than she let on and still couldn’t really speak the language back to them, though she was getting better at expressing her own needs in other ways.
She stayed up later and paid attention to when people were up in the mansion and what parts of this place were active at different hours.
As well, she learned how to take care of her horse during the days. With the horse, she could get farther, faster and hopefully, be able to make it back to the jungle.
A plan was taking form in her head and in a few nights, she’d make her escape.
There was still no news of Darius or when he’d be back but business seemed to go on as usual in his absence. In that time, she’d managed to push the dream from her mind and remind herself that she was his slave and nothing more. Staying here would not get her anything at all. Even if he didn’t beat her, she would never be happy in his mansion. He wasn’t one of her people. Besides, she had Nevi and the Sisterhood to think of.
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The night grew silent as the last person on this side of the mansion went to bed. Nyrobi lay in her bed, straining her ears for sounds of anything happening in the mansion that may spoil her plans. No sounds came to her ears and so she slowly and silently pulled the covers off of her bed.
She’d left the dress she’d worn that day on the chair near her the door and she put it on quickly. It was a simple design that flattered her and was also a lovely, dark crimson colour. It would be hard to see at night. She quickly tied her hair back to be practical and then moved toward the door.
She pressed her ear against it and listened in the hallway. There was no sound of footsteps on the ground. The women here all seemed to wear those awful shoes with the heels that made a racket on the wooden floor. Nyrobi would make her escape barefoot to avoid that.
Slowly, Nyrobi opened the door and peeked out. No one was in the hallway and no candlelights warned of any coming people. She stepped out and silently closed the door behind herself.
Tip toeing around the hall toward the staircase, she was careful to keep an eye and an ear out for anyone who might catch her. She reached the stairs and was extra careful going down them since they had a tendency to creak as you stepped on them. However, she’d taken note earlier on which ones were the noisiest and skipped over them completely.
At last, she was at ground level and headed toward the back door of the mansion. No one had caught her yet. Once she was outside, she would pretty much be in the clear.
There it was! The door to freedom. She could see it in front of her. She was about to cross the hallway to get there but candlelight warned her of someone’s approach.
She slipped into an open doorway and hid around the corner. Her back was pressed against the wall and the shadows hid her very well. She dared not move but recognized the man grumbling as he walked. It was very late for him to be up. He was a younger man and she’d sensed a bit of a connection with him and one of the maids on this floor. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about them catching her and any noise she made would probably just be attributed to the couple. How fortunate for her.
She heard the door close behind him but she stayed where she was for a bit longer to be on the safe side. A few moments later, she heard a moan and blushed a deep shade of crimson. But she knew it was safe for her to leave now. Waiting any longer would mean that someone could wake up and get up to tell them to be quiet. So she slowly stepped out of the room and was careful to check for any more signs of people.
She heard no one and went to the door, unlocked it and slipped out silently. There was never anyone in the yard at this time of night and no one would be up looking out the window at this our, either. Nyrobi picked up her skirts and raced across the lawn to the stable. Once there, she opened the door quietly. Even the stable boys had gone to bed for the night and there were no pregnant mares or sick horses that required attention at the moment so she walked in. A few of the horses had woken up at her entrance and huffed irritably at her.
Nyrobi headed over to her mare’s stall. Kaytala was already standing there, wide-awake and seemingly aware of what was to happen tonight. Nyrobi grabbed the mare’s tack and brought it into the stall. She made short work of getting the mare ready then led her out of the stable and into the night.
Kaytala was completely calm and ready for whatever Nyrobi asked of her. For a moment, she wondered if Sheona or Bafia had actually sent her this horse for exactly this reason. Well, whatever the reason, she was pretty much free now. She mounted up and rode the horse to the front gate. There was a lock around it but Nyrobi had stolen the key earlier in the evening. She unlocked it and let herself and the horse through, then was very careful to lock it back up again and toss the key over the gate.
Soon enough, she was riding the horse down the road she’d come down only a few weeks ago now. It seemed like much longer than that, but she recognized the way immediately.
The mansion was getting smaller and smaller as the distance from it grew. She only looked back at it once and that was only to be sure that no one had spotted her leaving. The coast was clear and Nyrobi was on her way home… finally.
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AN: There you are, chapter 9! Don't forget to review. I've more or less figured out where I'm going with this so now it's just a matter of getting there :) I'll hopefully be able to update once a week but don't hold me to that. I'll do the best I can, though! Cheers!