What We Are Jul 1, 2014 17:58:06 GMT -6
Post by Lillian Gray on Jul 1, 2014 17:58:06 GMT -6
"Well?" William's eyebrow was arched in question, his hand motioned to the line before them. Disgusted. It was the only thing Alexander felt then. They were all dressed in common garbs during a time of celebration. It had been called the Slave's March for so long, even the Prince forgot what it truly stood for.
"Well what?" He spat back at his older brother. This only seemed to excite him.
"You said it didn't matter right?" William dropped his arm and took two slow steps towards his younger brother. His boots clacked against the stone cold ground, barren as the walls. It was rare that the King left his castle, even more so that he was in the part of town which housed the slaves.
"That isn't quite right." Alexander snapped. Few things made him angry, but this? This made him furious. The King had lined up an assortment of women from different districts and garbed them in nothing more than graying rags.
"What's it matter anyways?" William snapped right back at him. "Pick a slave? Are you mad? They're so dull, so stupid. They're all the same anyways. A noblewoman? At least she might have brains enough to figure out what goes through that thick head of yours."
Alexander returned his glare to the line up, trying to soften his face so he didn't appear so menacing. After all, he had to pick at least one of them before they left, King's order. The poor girls, he thought. They shouldn't have to submit to this.
"They all have lives, personalities...families." He added the last thought after spotting a pregnant woman in the mix. She smiled gratefully at him quickly before her eyes shifted down towards the floor again.
"They're not just objects, William!"
"Just pick one, or I'll have all their heads! My god Alexander. This shouldn't take so long. My clothes will start to smell like these swine."
William cursed, one of them would have to come home with him. He wasn't opposed to the idea at all, but time would've made the event easier. Time to get to know a girl, to fall in love. Any race, religion, or caste, he didn't care. She simply had to love him back, and everything would be right in the world.