"I give the Ciguatera sisters a bad name, wanna find out why?"
Vulcans have been known to steal pretty women for their brides and make them their queens. If Eva knew any of this before taking the job, well... She probably would've still gone. Mainly because holding the job title 'Disowned Princess' didn't pay well. She'd spent many sleepless nights on the forest floor without all the luxuries she was accustomed to ever since she left her birthright behind and began a new life. If she hadn't already, she would sell her soul again just to catch up on some much-needed beauty sleep on a feather mattress covered in luxurious satin sheets. And maybe a servant here and there catering to her every beck and call. That would be nice.
Waking up in a Vulcan's arms isn't that much different from waking up in a strong man's arms! The only difference is that this man had fleas and smelt like he rolled in everything he saw. Even in this dark time in Eva's life, she still had standards and all of her men wore at least some type of fragrance to mask their ripe stench. And this Vulcan's stench was like a punch to the titty! It kept sending her in and out of consciousness as he carried her through the snowy mountains.
When she was finally able to get ahold of her consciousness, Eva's first reaction was to wriggle out of his grasp and run down the mountain. But he had his grip tight on his prize and he wasn't letting it go. "Let go of me you big ape!" Her voice was hoarse from a mix of just waking up and the cold weather she'd been exposed to. Soon, it would be frostbite moving its hands up her hourglass figure! Eva balled her fists up and punched his large hand holding her up. "Ow! Girl hurt me!" This big oaf sounded like all the drunken men hitting on her in taverns, but with slightly smelling breath than theirs. He was being overly dramatic, she'd barely even tried to scratch him. "Where are you taking me?" Even while she was unconscious, they'd never reached their destination. Which seemed weird, because Eva was out for at least an hour. "Me want wife!" His oafish tone turned cheery and jumped onto a ledge above them sending a chill across Eva's bare skin.
Now aware of the Vulcan's intentions of making her his queen, she was still left with a question of how she came to be in his grasp? Eva was completely befuddled and actually considering this queen thing! Maybe it was just the hard-hit she'd taken to the head or did she truly want to be the buffoon's queen? Right now, she isn't even slightly close to winning her sisterly war and reclaiming her throne, so would it really be that bad? Screw it! She wouldn't settle for 'Queen of the Mountain' with a frozen banana crown! She wasn't going to let her sister's take what was rightfully hers! She still had a war to win and sister's to put in their place.
WC: 516
TWC: 516/1,500
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