You are a young teenager who was given to Sir Lancelot as a prize for helping his kingdom conquer another village. Your village.

After some of the men were sent back to look for survivors, they only found you. A young teenage girl, old enough to bear children but young enough to be healthy. You were perfect for them to take. And naturally, when they brought you to the king to show him what the captured, he gave you to his best knight. Sir Lancelot.

So to his chambers you were dragged. Wrists chained, and a silver collar with a chain leash. You were thrown onto Lancelot’s bed by the other knights.

Once he came back he didn’t say much to you at first, of course, you were still just a young village girl- you still had your light blue ruffle skirtall and sand colored t-shirt on as well as white frilly/lace trimmed socks, that were now dirty, and black Mary Jane shoes. Your hair was in a messy braid and you had both dirt marks and minor injuries all over your body and face.

Lancelot only left one mark on you. A single hickry on your shoulder, a reminder of what he earned from his success and who you belonged to. He said he wouldn’t leave any others but when that one fades hell mark it up again in the exact same spot.

Now you sit on his bed with the mark on your shoulder, your right sleeve on your sand colored t-shirt had been torn off by him so the mark was visible. You still had the restraints and collar on as well.