tygavin
Magistrate
This is a bit different than my other stories. This is not quite as brutal, focused more on a love story. The man character of the story, Diana, is NOT inspired by an actress that does NOT play a superhero with a similar character name. Total coincidence 
Damon was as beautiful as she remembered. Perhaps even more so. He hated to be called beautiful but every time they were alone it was the only word that came close to describing him
He was tall, taller than her five ten, perhaps six foot and four inches. Where she was slim, he was muscular. While she had dark, long wavy hair, his was blonde, cut short, even shorter now for war. Where her eyes were dark, so brown they were almost black, his were a deep blue that took her breath away.
They should have been married. She should have given him a child by now.
It had been three years since they last seen each other. Three years since her father had told him he could not marry her and join their two kingdoms. She had been furious, but her anger did her no good. Despite her status as a princess, her father threatened to have her whipped in the public square and her mother had long been dead to provide her any aide.
Damon had returned to his kingdom his heart as broken as hers. They had two weeks together, two weeks of passion, two weeks where they would never love another as much as they loved each other. She had turned down all suitors, telling her father she would kill them if they tried to sleep with her or even touch her. Her father had long since stopped caring, more interested in territory than her. She was a twenty-four-year-old, single princess.
She was waiting for her king.
Then her father declared war on Damon’s kingdom. It was her greatest wish. She knew Damon could not lose and her father would die due to his arrogance.
He had died three weeks ago, and she was crowned Queen. She immediately sent a notice of surrender to the front lines and waited for him to claim her, to claim the throne and allow them to be together.
She had sent her guards and slaves away, wanting to be alone with him, wanting no one to interfere with her passion at long last fulfilled.
She had worn a sleeveless black lacy bustier with a black, nearly translucent skirt that hung to the floor with a slit up each side, reaching her hips. The bustier gave her a small amount of cleavage. She had never had large breasts and he had always told her he loved that about her. She was slim and sensual like a sword.
They walked towards each other, Damon dropping his sword. He was dressed in armor, dashing yet no longer shining. To her surprise, it was covered in blood. She wasn’t sure why, as she had instructed her palace guard not to fight back. They had surrendered after all.
When they reached each other, his eyes drank her in, the lust was in his gaze, and it thrilled her that he found her as beautiful as he once did.
“My love. I expected you three weeks ago.” She told him. “Why is your armor bloody?”
“Hello my Diana.” He whispered, then took her face and kissed her gently, slowly with passion, their lips melting together. “It is bloody because I had to slay hundreds of your soldiers to reach you.”
Diana pulled back, feeling shocked.
“Why would you kill them when they surrendered?” she asked.
Damon closed his eyes, dismayed yet accepting, his suspicions confirmed.
“So, you did order a surrender.”
“Of course, I did. As soon as that fool of my father was killed and I was crowned I sent an immediate order to surrender and have been waiting for you to claim me as your queen!”
Damon shook his head and walked away from her, unable to meet her eyes.
“Your general in the field, Marcus, either did not receive it or ignored it.”
Diana’s blood froze. It was no secret in the kingdom that Diana loved Damon, and no secret either that the general, Marcus, head of her father’s army wished to be her suitor. He must have thought carrying on the war would give him an opportunity to kill Damon.
“That bastard.” She said angrily. “He wants me and must have thought killing you would…Damon, you know I would never send forces against you!”
Damon nodded. “I do know. Unfortunately, Marcus was killed in battle. Before he died, he told our generals that the Queen would never surrender. Your army followed his orders, and we were forced to cut through them. I am sorry my love.”
Diana waved his apology away. “You are safe. That is all that matters. You have won, I am your prize, and you can claim me as your wife, as it should have been so long ago.”
Diana walked to the tall window and was shocked by what she saw below. There was still battle in the streets and homes were burning off in the distance. Now that she listened, she could hear cries of her people.
Damon walked behind her. He had taken off his armor, and she could feel his chest covered in a thin shirt and his leather pants.
“I am so sorry my love. We had no choice but to sack the city.”
Diana wiped a tear from her cheek. She turned, placing her hands on his chest as he held her by the waist.
“Tell them to stop. Tell them you have me, that I have submitted to your will, as I have longed to do for so long.”
Damon took a deep breath and kissed her forehead. “I am afraid I cannot do so. Your father claimed holy rights to our land. At that time, it became a religious war. Your armies did not surrender. You are now my prisoner and will be judged by the High Tribunal.
Diana pushed him away and he allowed her. “That is impossible. You are the King. You can do as you wish!”
“Not this time. Your father put us in an impossible situation, my love.”
Diana placed her hands on her hair, grabbing her locks tightly.
“So, I am to be sentenced by a tribunal of what? Priests, monks, politicians?”
“High Priests and Priestesses.” He told her.
“And what of us? Can they allow us to be married?”
Damon turned his back to her and walked away.
“I am already wed. I was given no choice. I had to produce an heir. We have been married for a year and she has provided me a son.”
Diana rushed him, striking the back of his head with her fists and continuing the barrage on his back. He turned and held her tight, allowing him to beat on his chest until she tired.
“You bastard! I waited for you! I incurred my father’s wrath for you! I slept with no man! The only pleasure I received was from my female pleasure slaves, because I would not know another man beside you! Did my devotion mean nothing to you?!”
Damon pulled her closer and kissed her. Diana attempted to pull back, but eventually gave in, opening her mouth, tasting his tongue and her own tears as they ran down her face and dropped between them.
“It means everything. I had no choice, Diana. I may be king but there are things I cannot change in my kingdom. Our lives would never let us be together.”
Diana pulled away and walked to her throne, collapsing on it.
“What now?” she asked quietly. “Am I to be a pleasure slave? Given out to your men for fun, bear bastard children? Will they behead me? What will your holy men and women do to me?”
Damon cringed, having hoped she would have waited a few days to ask.
“They cannot have a revolt by your people, inspired by you. They will most likely find you guilty of causing war. You have no proof that you ordered a surrender. They will then sentence you to death. It will not be a beheading.”
“Then what? Tied to a pole and arrows shot into my heart? Let them. My heart is already broken.”
Damon sighed. “They will make an example of you, my love. They will strip you in front of your people and my army, then hang you slowly or whip you and crucify you.”
Diana’s eyes widened. “Crucifixion? With nails? Nude where all can gaze upon the body, so few have seen? A body that was meant to be yours?”
Damon nodded. “Because of my oaths, I cannot kill you myself to prevent this. You, however, may kill yourself. It would be a wise decision as much as it pains me to say. I am sure your slaves can procure you a poison, or perhaps take a warm bath, take a sharp blade and spill your blood softly.”
Diana’s face was pale as she stared at her lover. “Is this what you wish me to do? To save myself humiliation, I must take my own life?” She shook her head and placed her hand on her head.
“When shall this Tribunal arrive?”
“Ten days.”
“And my sentencing?”
“The day after.” Damon told her.
“Am I to be a prisoner in my own dungeon?”
The king shook his head. “You are captured royalty, not a condemned criminal. You shall be confined to your quarters and allowed out with my presence.”
“And where shall you sleep?”
“Wherever my lady desires.”
Diana sighed and wiped her cheek. “I cannot promise I will take my life. I know we have ten days to love enough for a lifetime. Let us begin. Follow me to my chambers my lover, for I am now your prisoner.”
Damon was as beautiful as she remembered. Perhaps even more so. He hated to be called beautiful but every time they were alone it was the only word that came close to describing him
He was tall, taller than her five ten, perhaps six foot and four inches. Where she was slim, he was muscular. While she had dark, long wavy hair, his was blonde, cut short, even shorter now for war. Where her eyes were dark, so brown they were almost black, his were a deep blue that took her breath away.
They should have been married. She should have given him a child by now.
It had been three years since they last seen each other. Three years since her father had told him he could not marry her and join their two kingdoms. She had been furious, but her anger did her no good. Despite her status as a princess, her father threatened to have her whipped in the public square and her mother had long been dead to provide her any aide.
Damon had returned to his kingdom his heart as broken as hers. They had two weeks together, two weeks of passion, two weeks where they would never love another as much as they loved each other. She had turned down all suitors, telling her father she would kill them if they tried to sleep with her or even touch her. Her father had long since stopped caring, more interested in territory than her. She was a twenty-four-year-old, single princess.
She was waiting for her king.
Then her father declared war on Damon’s kingdom. It was her greatest wish. She knew Damon could not lose and her father would die due to his arrogance.
He had died three weeks ago, and she was crowned Queen. She immediately sent a notice of surrender to the front lines and waited for him to claim her, to claim the throne and allow them to be together.
She had sent her guards and slaves away, wanting to be alone with him, wanting no one to interfere with her passion at long last fulfilled.
She had worn a sleeveless black lacy bustier with a black, nearly translucent skirt that hung to the floor with a slit up each side, reaching her hips. The bustier gave her a small amount of cleavage. She had never had large breasts and he had always told her he loved that about her. She was slim and sensual like a sword.
They walked towards each other, Damon dropping his sword. He was dressed in armor, dashing yet no longer shining. To her surprise, it was covered in blood. She wasn’t sure why, as she had instructed her palace guard not to fight back. They had surrendered after all.
When they reached each other, his eyes drank her in, the lust was in his gaze, and it thrilled her that he found her as beautiful as he once did.
“My love. I expected you three weeks ago.” She told him. “Why is your armor bloody?”
“Hello my Diana.” He whispered, then took her face and kissed her gently, slowly with passion, their lips melting together. “It is bloody because I had to slay hundreds of your soldiers to reach you.”
Diana pulled back, feeling shocked.
“Why would you kill them when they surrendered?” she asked.
Damon closed his eyes, dismayed yet accepting, his suspicions confirmed.
“So, you did order a surrender.”
“Of course, I did. As soon as that fool of my father was killed and I was crowned I sent an immediate order to surrender and have been waiting for you to claim me as your queen!”
Damon shook his head and walked away from her, unable to meet her eyes.
“Your general in the field, Marcus, either did not receive it or ignored it.”
Diana’s blood froze. It was no secret in the kingdom that Diana loved Damon, and no secret either that the general, Marcus, head of her father’s army wished to be her suitor. He must have thought carrying on the war would give him an opportunity to kill Damon.
“That bastard.” She said angrily. “He wants me and must have thought killing you would…Damon, you know I would never send forces against you!”
Damon nodded. “I do know. Unfortunately, Marcus was killed in battle. Before he died, he told our generals that the Queen would never surrender. Your army followed his orders, and we were forced to cut through them. I am sorry my love.”
Diana waved his apology away. “You are safe. That is all that matters. You have won, I am your prize, and you can claim me as your wife, as it should have been so long ago.”
Diana walked to the tall window and was shocked by what she saw below. There was still battle in the streets and homes were burning off in the distance. Now that she listened, she could hear cries of her people.
Damon walked behind her. He had taken off his armor, and she could feel his chest covered in a thin shirt and his leather pants.
“I am so sorry my love. We had no choice but to sack the city.”
Diana wiped a tear from her cheek. She turned, placing her hands on his chest as he held her by the waist.
“Tell them to stop. Tell them you have me, that I have submitted to your will, as I have longed to do for so long.”
Damon took a deep breath and kissed her forehead. “I am afraid I cannot do so. Your father claimed holy rights to our land. At that time, it became a religious war. Your armies did not surrender. You are now my prisoner and will be judged by the High Tribunal.
Diana pushed him away and he allowed her. “That is impossible. You are the King. You can do as you wish!”
“Not this time. Your father put us in an impossible situation, my love.”
Diana placed her hands on her hair, grabbing her locks tightly.
“So, I am to be sentenced by a tribunal of what? Priests, monks, politicians?”
“High Priests and Priestesses.” He told her.
“And what of us? Can they allow us to be married?”
Damon turned his back to her and walked away.
“I am already wed. I was given no choice. I had to produce an heir. We have been married for a year and she has provided me a son.”
Diana rushed him, striking the back of his head with her fists and continuing the barrage on his back. He turned and held her tight, allowing him to beat on his chest until she tired.
“You bastard! I waited for you! I incurred my father’s wrath for you! I slept with no man! The only pleasure I received was from my female pleasure slaves, because I would not know another man beside you! Did my devotion mean nothing to you?!”
Damon pulled her closer and kissed her. Diana attempted to pull back, but eventually gave in, opening her mouth, tasting his tongue and her own tears as they ran down her face and dropped between them.
“It means everything. I had no choice, Diana. I may be king but there are things I cannot change in my kingdom. Our lives would never let us be together.”
Diana pulled away and walked to her throne, collapsing on it.
“What now?” she asked quietly. “Am I to be a pleasure slave? Given out to your men for fun, bear bastard children? Will they behead me? What will your holy men and women do to me?”
Damon cringed, having hoped she would have waited a few days to ask.
“They cannot have a revolt by your people, inspired by you. They will most likely find you guilty of causing war. You have no proof that you ordered a surrender. They will then sentence you to death. It will not be a beheading.”
“Then what? Tied to a pole and arrows shot into my heart? Let them. My heart is already broken.”
Damon sighed. “They will make an example of you, my love. They will strip you in front of your people and my army, then hang you slowly or whip you and crucify you.”
Diana’s eyes widened. “Crucifixion? With nails? Nude where all can gaze upon the body, so few have seen? A body that was meant to be yours?”
Damon nodded. “Because of my oaths, I cannot kill you myself to prevent this. You, however, may kill yourself. It would be a wise decision as much as it pains me to say. I am sure your slaves can procure you a poison, or perhaps take a warm bath, take a sharp blade and spill your blood softly.”
Diana’s face was pale as she stared at her lover. “Is this what you wish me to do? To save myself humiliation, I must take my own life?” She shook her head and placed her hand on her head.
“When shall this Tribunal arrive?”
“Ten days.”
“And my sentencing?”
“The day after.” Damon told her.
“Am I to be a prisoner in my own dungeon?”
The king shook his head. “You are captured royalty, not a condemned criminal. You shall be confined to your quarters and allowed out with my presence.”
“And where shall you sleep?”
“Wherever my lady desires.”
Diana sighed and wiped her cheek. “I cannot promise I will take my life. I know we have ten days to love enough for a lifetime. Let us begin. Follow me to my chambers my lover, for I am now your prisoner.”
