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The Subservient Princess	By : AmberDDawn Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 3534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here is the squeal to Poor Jaken
The Subservient Princess
Away She Fled
Lord Sesshomaru hated to admit any weakness. This Sesshomaru…this perfect being was lonely. His daughter had finally been joined and mated in a human ceremony to a prince. He was in appearance close to the lord in age, though he was hardly more then a child in the Lord’s eyes. But this was a family that had served the west even in times of trial. Though he had held distain for their race (which he no longer harbors) he admired their loyalty. Even once the great Tiacho no Inu had fallen they stayed loyal. The human is a good and honorable man. Sessuomaru’s ancestors had entrusted a small parcel of land to their care and it had always been a bountiful producer of crops. They always paid their tribute, and yes Rin had fallen in love with the Lord’s son. She was very happy though she wrote her Lord Sesshomaru often of how she missed him; she was no longer his to take care of. She was with pup…pregnant with the prince’s child.
The lord sat at his desk reading her letter once more. He frowned. “With child,” He said in a way which seemed to seal fate. He imagined her pregnancy. Human women, even those in the high standards of wealth she lived among, were in danger. Pregnancy took the lives of young mothers. Most humans were mated and “pupped” long before now. The fact was her mate was younger then she by a few years. He knew because the announcement for his birth arrived after he had brought the young girl to his palace to live after that vile creature Naraku was slain. His little Rin was about 29 or 30 years old, he could not be entirely certain because she did not know her own age. But he guessed she was about 8 or nine when he recovered her from death. He supposed going by that she would be twenty years old from her second birth. The demon’s hand went to Tenseiga’s hilt instinctively. He was grateful for this sword he once thought useless. It sang for the child’s life, and he knows now selfishly he would use it again and again to save his little girl were she to fall, if he could resurrect her he would, but if her husband failed her so gravely he would slay the man with his claws and feast on his blood. As he thought of these possibilities his eyes flicked red and his yoki flared. He let go of the sword and stood from his desk. His fine silks flowed around his gracious person.
He started to turn and leave his office when a golden scroll caught his eye it had the Swamp lord’s stamp upon the gilded paper. He sat not letting his exasperation escape him. He supposed that toad was just sending news of the grassy plains he was given temporary charge of. That was something also. Sesshomaru really missed his retainer. Jaken was annoying, but loyal to a fault. The little kappa would have seen to little matters such as these. Sesshomaru noted the timing of the scroll. He opened it and saw that there were two papers one was a detailed report on the satisfactory outcome of their negotiation with the human lords. The other however caught his eye. Gamamaru’s eldest daughter was to be betrothed. But she could not be more then a child. That was odd. Sesshomaru felt this did not seem right. But he read on. Marusaki Rin would marry Satoshi Toru upon her maturity into adulthood.
Sesshomaru did not generally stick his nose into his underlings’ personal lives but when it was deemed necessary. This one had caught the lord’s attention however, and for the wrong reasons. There were complaints made of his philandering. His drinking and gambling and causing fights to break out. Was Gamamaru ignorant of these things as well of turning a blind eye to it all?
Sometimes it is difficult to see something if you are too close to it. The man was generally a good leader and well liked he had a political genius, an excellent advisor, a mixture of both; but in this he was mistaken. Sesshomaru had also heard the tales of the homely princess. He felt pity for the girl knowing that Jaken was considered to be a great beauty he mentally cringed at the thought he had seen the child upon her first year and he remembered big green eyes and a halo of lavender curls. She had been an adorable infant. Oh how Rin fussed over the girl. Rin had cuddled her and cooed and was so excited to learn that she was to be called Ren.
“Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru! Look Master Jaken has a baby!” She had said, “Oh she is so sweet and guess what they called her! They called her Ren almost my name!”
Sesshomaru was only depressing him self thinking of it. Alas he needed to respond to the lower lord about his report and mark his approval of the mating. He decided that this evening it could wait he wanted to go for a walk among the cherry blossoms and think.
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Ren tore into her room her sisters huffed. She ignored them and scrambled for her things. She had little time as she intended to escape before night fall.
“What are you doing?” Mizuko shouted the question.
Ren froze, “I…I’m taking some of my things to wash.” She hoped her sisters believed her as she did often do her own washing.
Mizuko rolled her eyes, “Why not have the servants do that?
Ren straightened her back and answered, “Because some of us actually enjoy doing a little work.” She swiped her jewelry box and stuffed it in her sack. She walked out and her sisters went back to pampering themselves.
She quietly walked out of the cave systems and headed from the murky waters into the direction of the nearest stream that fed the wet lands. Her plan was to stick with the story of washing her things is she was spotted. She was lucky that there were no patrols due to pass by that stream. Once she was certain that no one had seen her she removed a dress from her things and began ripping the fabric. She scrubbed mud on the expensive fabric in hopes of disguising herself she drew the once fine unspoiled kimono over her head she wrapped the long garment over her body forming a make shift cloak. She hid her face well knowing it would be safer to hide her malformed body and face from the world.
Then she began her long trek deeper into the western territories. She had no plan further then hiding in the mountains perhaps taking a job as a servant. She could do chores, wash, tend young, she even knew how to catch and cook fish.
She walked all the day; even as her delicate webbed feet began to ache and call for her to stop and rest. She continued to walk until it was nearly night fall. That was when she noticed the feeling of being followed. She looked over her shoulder. She saw nothing, but she decided it might be a good idea to find a place to hole up in for the night. She knew little of the outside world but she was a smart girl and knew that a single female demon would be very vulnerable at night time. She moved from the beaten path into the forest. That feeling of being followed never left her, so she broke into a run not realizing what a bad idea that would be until she tripped on an upturned root. She fell dropping her things she scrambled for them and backed into the tangled roots of a gnarled looking old tree.
Her eyes widened in the dying light as she heard her follower, or followers approached. She held her breath. It was a group, they walked past her. She watched them pass.
Five rough looking humans they were carrying blades. And two carried torches. The one at the head of the group turned, “Did you see where the wench ran?”
“Sorry Boss,” A shorter wiry looking man answered for the group, “She ran in here. I saw it, she must have gotten away. ”
The one who was obviously the leader scowled, “Damn! Its getting dark we need to go fore the demons get Ideas, they’ll tear the bitch to pieces ‘fore we can get her," He spat in Ren’s general direction. She cringed as it seemed she looked right into his eyes. It was very dim and he didn’t seem to notice her. She forced her body to still itself. The men left quickly. They were human but she doubted she could have fended off five full grown men. Once she was sure they were not coming back the relaxed. Until that moment she had not realized how tired she was. She leaned into the cool soil and the cradling roots, dozing off. She clutched her pack tightly. As she slept tears began to form in her eyes.
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