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Kori curled up under the sheets, her face tear-stained. The once-white sheets were now stained red with blood, her hair was matted and her body torn. The only good thing at the moment was the fact that Mortalvis had left the room, but the only thing keeping her shamed body from being seen was the blankets. But her minute comfort was taken away when she heard knocking on the door. Her heart stopped, her body frozen, and tears welled up in her eyes. No…please…not again. Thought a pain filled Kori, Please don't let it be him. She ducked under the sheets, trembling and hyper ventilating. She peeked over the sheets slightly and was in for a surprise.

It wasn't Mortalvis, much to her relief, but a stout girl who seemed to be a few years younger than she was. She had a large mop of brown hair, which flipped at the ends. What kept up her thick mass of hair was a bandana, and to match it was a British-style maid uniform. She seemed to have a cheery, yet pitiful expression on her face aimed at her. In her hands were a sponge in a large bowel, and somehow she managed to carry neatly folded clothes underneath her arm.

The maid closed the door with her foot, setting her things down to lock the door. She then proceeded to a still-shaking Kori, her eyes brimmed in more tears.

"Now, now, now, mistress." The girl said, her voice heavy with a British accent, "I ain't gonna hurt ye." She sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bowel down. Kori moved away, eyes wide and ears flat. The girl pulled out the sponge from the water. "Now I'm just here to clean you up…You just hold still and this'll be over quick, you'll see." Kori was hesitant, remembering the two men who came here before. But the soft look in the girl's hazelnut eyes seemed to have calmed her, and she allowed her to perform her task.

While bathing the ruined Haynou's body to wash off the blood, sweat, and bodily fluids, the maid tried to bring up a conversation, "What's your name, mistress?" She asked, "I'm Ammity Gentry." Kori paused, looking down, lowly muttering her name. Ammity leaned closer to hear, and then blinked.

"Oh….You're the Princess Kori Vorall of the Vorall Family. I've heard a great deal about ye. You're the one ser Mortalvis constantly talks about." Kori froze at the name, whimpering greatly. Ammity frowned, quitting her talking and proceeding to clean her. Neither did talk for quiet some time until Ammity was finished, and was dressing Kori in the clothes she had brought.

"I know what…you know…did to ye was terrible," She said, "no woman should suffer through that. Then again, every time I try to talk to 'im out of it, I end up with a black eye or bruised all over. Or even both." Kori looked over at her, tilting her head. Ammity didn't seem to mind when she finally finished dressing Kori.

Kori looked down at herself; she was wearing a green Jacquard & gold velvet medieval-inspired dress. Ammity proceeded to tie the lacing around the bodice, humming away. She pulled away, smiling sweetly. Kori only flattened her ears, looking down. Ammity parted her lips to try to console the poor girl, but was cut off when the door clicked and swung open. And Kori's worst fear realized.
Mortalvis walked into the room, grinning madly at her. He eyed her eagerly, making Kori recoil a bit, convulsing in fear. She would've hid behind Ammity if Mortalvis did not grab her arm and pull her to him. He placed a hand on her lower back, making her whimper and shut her eyes.

"You look ravishing, my love." Mortalvis whispered in her ear, sliding his hand up her back. Kori shivered, shutting her eyes as if this was nothing more but a horrendous nightmare, which she would wake up and this would not be happening. Tragically, this was not the case for poor Kori. Peaking one of her amber eyes open, she met Mortalvis' wild black one and her eyes shot open.
"Are you ready to talk?" He asked, "Or do we…have to repeat certain events?" He grinned insanely, while Kori shook, parting her lips to speak when suddenly Ammity intervened.

"Oh for Christ' sake!" Ammity scolded, "Leave the poor li'l thing alone. Can't ye see ye did enough!?" Both Kori and Mortalvis looked over. While the blonde haynou girl stared at Ammity astonished, Mortalvis had a look of pure rage and murderous intent. "This doesn't concern you, girl." He hissed, still holding onto Kori. Ammity frowned deeply, putting her hands on her hips, "I'll be damned if I just stand around let a sod like ye-" she said before being cut off by a sharp jab to the jaw, sending her crumbling to the ground.

Dragging Kori with one arm, Mortalvis stalked over to her, eyes narrowed in rage. He pulled out a knife from under his robe, muttering inaudible words while he raised it to stab the girl. There was only one thing that stopped him.

And that was when Kori managed to pull herself away from Mortalvis, covering the fallen maid with her frail form. She looked down, her arms quivering. Mortalvis stopped, eyes wide and staring at her. Kori slowly parted her lips to say something.
"W-we have…500…dead." She began, "And 820…injured…" . Ammity looked up at her, eyes wide in shock, while the madman stood still, shaking. He stumbled back before heading out of the room, mumbling in audible words. Ammity looked at Kori wide eyed, standing and helping her up. "Look, miss Kori, I'll take ye to my room to stay with…" She said, guiding her out.

Kori sniffled and nodded, resting her head on Ammity's shoulder. She felt terrible for betraying her family, but she knew it was to save the girl who gave her comfort.

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Kori curled up under the sheets, her face tear-stained. The once-white sheets were now stained red with blood, her hair was matted and her body torn. The only good thing at the moment was the fact that Mortalvis had left the room, but the only thing keeping her shamed body from being seen was the blankets. But her minute comfort was taken away when she heard knocking on the door. Her heart stopped, her body frozen, and tears welled up in her eyes. No…please…not again. Thought a pain filled Kori, Please don't let it be him. She ducked under the sheets, trembling and hyper ventilating. She peeked over the sheets slightly and was in for a surprise.

It wasn't Mortalvis, much to her relief, but a stout girl who seemed to be a few years younger than she was. She had a large mop of brown hair, which flipped at the ends. What kept up her thick mass of hair was a bandana, and to match it was a British-style maid uniform. She seemed to have a cheery, yet pitiful expression on her face aimed at her. In her hands were a sponge in a large bowel, and somehow she managed to carry neatly folded clothes underneath her arm.

The maid closed the door with her foot, setting her things down to lock the door. She then proceeded to a still-shaking Kori, her eyes brimmed in more tears.

"Now, now, now, mistress." The girl said, her voice heavy with a British accent, "I ain't gonna hurt ye." She sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bowel down. Kori moved away, eyes wide and ears flat. The girl pulled out the sponge from the water. "Now I'm just here to clean you up…You just hold still and this'll be over quick, you'll see." Kori was hesitant, remembering the two men who came here before. But the soft look in the girl's hazelnut eyes seemed to have calmed her, and she allowed her to perform her task.

While bathing the ruined Haynou's body to wash off the blood, sweat, and bodily fluids, the maid tried to bring up a conversation, "What's your name, mistress?" She asked, "I'm Ammity Gentry." Kori paused, looking down, lowly muttering her name. Ammity leaned closer to hear, and then blinked.

"Oh….You're the Princess Kori Vorall of the Vorall Family. I've heard a great deal about ye. You're the one ser Mortalvis constantly talks about." Kori froze at the name, whimpering greatly. Ammity frowned, quitting her talking and proceeding to clean her. Neither did talk for quiet some time until Ammity was finished, and was dressing Kori in the clothes she had brought.

"I know what…you know…did to ye was terrible," She said, "no woman should suffer through that. Then again, every time I try to talk to 'im out of it, I end up with a black eye or bruised all over. Or even both." Kori looked over at her, tilting her head. Ammity didn't seem to mind when she finally finished dressing Kori.

Kori looked down at herself; she was wearing a green Jacquard & gold velvet medieval-inspired dress. Ammity proceeded to tie the lacing around the bodice, humming away. She pulled away, smiling sweetly. Kori only flattened her ears, looking down. Ammity parted her lips to try to console the poor girl, but was cut off when the door clicked and swung open. And Kori's worst fear realized.
Mortalvis walked into the room, grinning madly at her. He eyed her eagerly, making Kori recoil a bit, convulsing in fear. She would've hid behind Ammity if Mortalvis did not grab her arm and pull her to him. He placed a hand on her lower back, making her whimper and shut her eyes.

"You look ravishing, my love." Mortalvis whispered in her ear, sliding his hand up her back. Kori shivered, shutting her eyes as if this was nothing more but a horrendous nightmare, which she would wake up and this would not be happening. Tragically, this was not the case for poor Kori. Peaking one of her amber eyes open, she met Mortalvis' wild black one and her eyes shot open.
"Are you ready to talk?" He asked, "Or do we…have to repeat certain events?" He grinned insanely, while Kori shook, parting her lips to speak when suddenly Ammity intervened.

"Oh for Christ' sake!" Ammity scolded, "Leave the poor li'l thing alone. Can't ye see ye did enough!?" Both Kori and Mortalvis looked over. While the blonde haynou girl stared at Ammity astonished, Mortalvis had a look of pure rage and murderous intent. "This doesn't concern you, girl." He hissed, still holding onto Kori. Ammity frowned deeply, putting her hands on her hips, "I'll be damned if I just stand around let a sod like ye-" she said before being cut off by a sharp jab to the jaw, sending her crumbling to the ground.

Dragging Kori with one arm, Mortalvis stalked over to her, eyes narrowed in rage. He pulled out a knife from under his robe, muttering inaudible words while he raised it to stab the girl. There was only one thing that stopped him.

And that was when Kori managed to pull herself away from Mortalvis, covering the fallen maid with her frail form. She looked down, her arms quivering. Mortalvis stopped, eyes wide and staring at her. Kori slowly parted her lips to say something.
"W-we have…500…dead." She began, "And 820…injured…" . Ammity looked up at her, eyes wide in shock, while the madman stood still, shaking. He stumbled back before heading out of the room, mumbling in audible words. Ammity looked at Kori wide eyed, standing and helping her up. "Look, miss Kori, I'll take ye to my room to stay with…" She said, guiding her out.

Kori sniffled and nodded, resting her head on Ammity's shoulder. She felt terrible for betraying her family, but she knew it was to save the girl who gave her comfort.