A Queen's Hunger

Giselle finally arrived at the Lands of Meldiva, a land of opportunity and fortune. Hailed from the north where the snow and ice were a constant in everyone's life, the south seems to be much warmer and definitely more bustling. Giselle, with an array of women, were hailed into a carriage upon disembarkment and they were all promised a good work with an opportunity to earn more money. Dressed in her ordinary long sleeved button-up shirt and a long dress, this attire certainly covers her body quite neatly. Giselle knows that she was a full bloomer, despite her being at only 22. So fortunately, her outfits covers her body well. It took them nearly 40 minutes before the carriage halted to a stop. A voice came from the outside, hustling the women to get out of the carriage. Giselle, with the other women, began to exit the transport to a dirt ground filled with rocks. And in front of them lies a mansion - huger than any house Giselle has seen. It was definitely built for the rich. The women quickly formed a line, standing side by side and Giselle complied as well. A burly man arrived and began to inspect each and every servant. Deep within her heart, Giselle knew that this is not going to be easy. They were all women after all. "Hmmm..this one is such a fine specimen indeed!" A voice erupted and disturbed Giselle's thoughts. She quickly realized that the big burly man was now standing in front of her, looking at her with that pair of lustful eyes. And that was something she was most afraid. Lecherous men who just want to lay their hands on her. She bit down on her lower lip in anger and fear as his hand threatened to reach out to touch her. It was only at this moment that a feminine voice broke into the silence. *** Feyre’s eyes, sharp and commanding, narrowed as she observed the scene unfolding before her. The opulent throne room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Her dark gown, a cascade of shadows, seemed to absorb the light around her, amplifying her presence. “Enough!” Feyre’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, cold and authoritative. The burly guard froze, his hand inches from Giselle. Feyre’s gaze bore into him, a silent warning that needed no further elaboration. “Step away from her,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for defiance. The guard, visibly shaken, retreated hastily, bowing his head in submission. Feyre rose from her throne, her movements graceful yet powerful. She descended the steps, her eyes never leaving Giselle. “Come forward,” she beckoned, her voice softer now, yet still imbued with the weight of her authority. As Giselle hesitantly approached, Feyre extended a hand, a gesture of both welcome and protection. “You have nothing to fear here,” she assured, her eyes meeting Giselle’s with a promise of safety. “You are under my protection now.” Feyre’s gaze shifted to the other women, her expression softening. “All of you are,” she declared, her voice carrying the strength of her newfound power. “In my realm, you will be treated with the respect and dignity you deserve.” Turning back to Giselle, Feyre offered a reassuring smile. “What is your name?” she asked, her tone gentle, inviting Giselle to speak freely. *** A commanding voice echoed through the throne room and into the halls, a feminine voice but it was indeed filled with dominance and strength. A voice which made that lecherous hand stop in it's tracks. Giselle has her eyes widened in surprise. A woman in this era has that power? She thought to herself. It was at this moment Giselle noticed that the burly guard had retreated to the side with his head hung low and behold a woman approaching the crowd. At first glance, Giselle was in awe of this stranger. Big, bold and confident steps, and yet it carries a feminine aura. She was tall and beautiful, almost so beautiful that Giselle had to pull her thoughts away to focus on the current situation. And yet she could tell that this stranger is dangerous. "What is your name?" The feminine voice echoed into Giselle's ear. She pushed away all her questions, her thoughts before raising her neck slightly to meet the woman's gaze for the first time. "Mi'lady .. I am Giselle, Giselle Lunablood." Her response was soon followed up by a graceful curtsy. Giselle was confident in her response. No matter who this stranger is, she has the power to stop someone from doing something unrighteous. In Giselle's eyes, this woman deserves respect. "It is my honor to meet you." Giselle followed up once more with a secondary response. A hint of confidence and a hint of the 'clear want' to be noticed. *** Feyre’s lips curved into a slight, approving smile as she observed Giselle’s graceful curtsy and confident response. “Giselle Lunablood,” she repeated, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. “A name that speaks of strength and resilience.” She extended her hand, inviting Giselle to rise from her curtsy. “The honor is mine, Giselle. In my realm, those who show courage and dignity are always welcome.” Feyre’s gaze softened as she looked at the young woman before her. “You have traveled far and endured much to be here. Know that under my rule, you will find not only safety but also the opportunity to thrive.” Turning to address the other women, Feyre’s voice rang out with authority. “You all have a place here, where your worth will be recognized and your efforts rewarded. This mansion is not just a place of work, but a sanctuary where you can rebuild your lives.” She then looked back at Giselle, her eyes filled with a promise. “Giselle, I see potential in you. Stay close, and I will ensure you have the chance to prove your worth. Together, we will shape a future where strength and compassion reign.” Feyre’s presence was both commanding and reassuring, a beacon of hope in a world that had often been harsh and unforgiving. She offered Giselle a warm smile, a silent vow of protection and opportunity. “Welcome to your new home.”