~~NEXT DAY~~
Martsia woke to a sharp pain in her shoulder, and after a few moments recognized the kitchen of her uncles house. She also noticed a very unbecoming dress on her, all of her armor had been taken away. Even her boots were gone. Her father walked in from the doorway that lead to the living room and grinned.
"So the legend lives!" He said with a brilliant smile. She knew what all of this was about now, and she felt the hate build up in her. "So, daughter, I'm going to ask nicely...and then I'm going to just do what I want!" He took a step forward and slammed a hand on the chair, pinning her hair. "As you know...we need you...so just agree and we can all just live on happily! We will even set you free after the child is born!" Martsia scoffed and glared up at Kershaw.
"How cute...you expect me to believe you won't come searching for me to do this all over again? One child does not make a family rebuilt...and no child should be left to your care." She said in a sharp tone. "Also, why not find other women for Mortine and Bortun to do this to? It'd be easy!" Kershaw didn't like her retaliating, and threw the chair to the floor, stomping a boot into her stomach.
"You ran...that's why it has to be you. No one leaves this family." She swore she could feel a magical presence that felt a lot like Jig when she fought him. To her surprise it was her father. This negotiation was pointless.
Martsia woke to a sharp pain in her shoulder, and after a few moments recognized the kitchen of her uncles house. She also noticed a very unbecoming dress on her, all of her armor had been taken away. Even her boots were gone. Her father walked in from the doorway that lead to the living room and grinned.
"So the legend lives!" He said with a brilliant smile. She knew what all of this was about now, and she felt the hate build up in her. "So, daughter, I'm going to ask nicely...and then I'm going to just do what I want!" He took a step forward and slammed a hand on the chair, pinning her hair. "As you know...we need you...so just agree and we can all just live on happily! We will even set you free after the child is born!" Martsia scoffed and glared up at Kershaw.
"How cute...you expect me to believe you won't come searching for me to do this all over again? One child does not make a family rebuilt...and no child should be left to your care." She said in a sharp tone. "Also, why not find other women for Mortine and Bortun to do this to? It'd be easy!" Kershaw didn't like her retaliating, and threw the chair to the floor, stomping a boot into her stomach.
"You ran...that's why it has to be you. No one leaves this family." She swore she could feel a magical presence that felt a lot like Jig when she fought him. To her surprise it was her father. This negotiation was pointless.
