OOC: Trigger warning- this thread involves rape and abusive themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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It had been too many years of her floundering in her relationship with her husband. After having talked with her older sister, she found enough confidence to finally wish to address him- and to finally admit as to why she was so afraid of having sex with him and opening up. It had, after all, being a huge thorn in their marriage, and her distance from him made both of them quite bitter. The idea of pregnancy had always terrified her, because child birth had been a terrifying thing. After all, she had nearly died giving birth to Gabriel's son. And so what woman wouldn't be scared of it? To think- another brat's birth could kill her!
And now that she had been so deprived for so many years of sex (something she had been shamefully addicted to- not that her husband would be upset...), she was excited and thrilled to be able to start that again- and sadly, that was one of the key driving factors for her to wish to run off and back into her husband's arms. But as it were, fate had other things in store....
For it seemed all selfish people had their comeuppance- and Valia seemed to be no exception.
She couldn't have known the terrible games behind politics, and how the darkness in people really came out during war...
and some had their eyes on the throne in Highheart, but being they were not in direct, legitimate lineage put a lot of... things in the way of getting what they desired. So men had been hired out to kidnap her, to take her back from the Grand Duke's Palace and to make a bargain with her father...
And this was to all be done in secrecy- and the men, to use discretion. Though Valia Coleridge was not a popular noble by any means, she was a pretty one- and also a pretty dense one. Her selfishness and sex drive were about the only two things people knew about her, except her perfect pair of ripe round breasts she strutted around with, showing off in garments that she was nearly spilling out of. And her outfits were always pink: Pink, pink, pink! It was her favorite color, after all, and this was no exception.
For even as she was sneaking out of the Grand Duke's Palace to return to home and surprise her husband on her own (for some reason, she thought this was a good idea, apparently the war had no affect on her- or had never sunk in how dangerous the road could be...) For she had no idea how cruel the world could be...
and how much her fate would change because of it.
And it would be ironic, that she'd fall back into old habits, while starting off this journey so happy, so excited to be reunited with her husband- who she was only beginning to realize she thought she might love. Though someone as vain as Valia.. it's hard to say if that's the true reason here.
So with pink skirts hidden beneath a lighter pink riding cloak- one that swished against the grounds as she walked, and barely kept her figure hidden from view- since hot pink high heels were clanking against the cobblestone in the middle of the night...
She had no idea she was a beacon for disaster- and that two men were watching her like hungered dogs. It was like feeding fuel to the hungered fire.