Middle Ages

“Now son, it’s you fourteenth birthday so like your brother you can buy an woman as your mistress, it has been a proud tradition of the family since we became knights two centuries ago! There is a fire cracker I think you should get, her name is Margaret of Sicily; disgraced Lady’s daughter but young and fertile, worthwhile investment if you ask me, estimated auction price 5000 gold coins, take the 20 because I know she will be well favoured but bring the rest back!” father walked off leaving me to look at the people in cages to see a greasy haired man with an scar on his chin and lip, “Boy! Boy come here!” I walked forward cautiously as he barked, “Buying someone is it? Buy me and I will reward you with some gold from my stash!” “I’m sorry but I need to come back with a woman for father!” before walking away heard him yell out cursing me until I stopped to peer in a cell sat against the back of the wall in the corner with dirty woman, hair sprawled and untamed in nothing more than a potato shack of a dress, “Guard whose’s she?” the metallic soldier looked in the cell before grabbing the documentation spoke, “Names Cersei of Flanders, tried to secure power in her homeland and was captured fleeing, age 43 her children are all dead and was overthrown by a series of scandalous rumors of **** and being an heretic it seems her cousin was merciful in granting this fate! Value 2,000” she looked up before smiling weakly looked back down as I walked over to the next cell.

I walked over to see a tied up and gagged woman somewhat primitive in her demeanour as I walked closer to watch she growled trying to pull herself forward bellowing out, “Release me!” “Not after you bit Philipe’s penis off!” “He tried to **** me to have sex with him!” “And Jacob’s ear?” “Well he pisses me off!” “Stand back Lord Arthur of Northumbria, she is known to be a vicious cannibal!” I nodded before asking, “Her name?” “Yara, exiled daughter of the king of the Scots, well her mother was and so was she in the process, age 22. Very very uncooperative! However if you buy her you get the bonds, gag and transport to your manor free! Value 1,500.”

I nodded before stopping near the next one heard the crowd laugh and giggle like hyenas as the woman half beaten and bloodied wept whilst they continued to mock and harass her, “Look at the freak show, no one would bed such a freak! Here boy look at this!” I walked closer and seeing them walk away saw her look up at me between her bruised eye and leaning in to offer her an handkerchief she cautiously took it as I asked, “Name?” “Brienne of Holy Roman Empire, as you can see and hear, I ain’t much to look at, captured on the battlefield after the men fled leaving me and a few others to face the consequences; I only lived because they saw I was a women even then they “were unsure.” no family or anything to help me, age 32!” “Value?” she reddened in embarrassment before stating, “100 gold coins but you get my armour and weapons included!” “I’m Lord Arthur of Northumbria!” she nodded before walking away stopped near the crowd of men rush towards the next cell.

I watched to see the group look through the small hole in the door smiled seeing the “Sicilian Beauty” herself men stopped chanting, wanting her to show off more skin or stood there trying to stick their penis’ through the holes in the door or jerked off to her beauty, “I’m not just some idol or toy, I demand respect!” this was met by responses of, “Whatever you say love” or “Wait until we buy you, then your tone will change!” she growled in disgust before turning around tried to ignore the men’s comments before seeing me slid past the bodies of the others and looked in to see the woman whose cell was far more luxurious than the others, she had chairs, books and must more, “The name’s Margaret, age 25 and as you can tell all the men like me!” she commented looking at me before returning to her book before sighing spoke, “Value 15,000” I gulped thinking of the price and the coin I was given before nodding slid away behind them started to pickpocket peoples pouches whilst they continued to be distracted by the woman and sneaking away smirked to count 40,000, “Ready my Lord?” I nodded before turning to David my protector spoke, “Yes David!”