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Namün
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Date Posted: 22:09:42 04/25/02 Thu
Namün trod carefully along the passageway, a large porcelain bowl held carefully in her hands. It was filled with sweet rosewater, by orders of one of the many over-pampered noblewomen currently living in the palace. The bowl was very heavy, and Namün was very tired. How long had it been since she was allowed to rest?
She turned a corner and came face to face with a nobleman. He was unshaven and smelled strongly of ale. Seeing her, he approached.
"You there- girl. Fancy a bit of fun? I could do with something to relax me."
She kept her eyes down, trying to get past him before anything else could happen. Too late. Strong hands pinned her against the wall.
"Didn't you hear me, girl? I said I want a bit of fun, and I think you can provide it."
Still looking down, she replied quietly. "Please just let me do my job, my lord. I don't want any 'fun' from you."
Namün was trapped, and she knew it. While holding the bowl, she didn't have her hands free to defend herself.
He wouldn't be deterred, and continued trying to persuade her. Again and again, she politely refused. He leered at her, the smell of alcohol on his breath, hands on her body. Helpless, she cringed away from his touch.
"Come on, everyone knows you servant girls are ready, willing and able." His voice became cajoling. "Perhaps I can make it worth your while..."
Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. This had gone too far.
"I may be a servant, but I am not a whore. My body is not for sale, not to you, nor anyone else. However poor I may be, I will never go so low as to be willing to crawl into bed with you!"
As soon as the words were out, she regretted them. She had lost her temper, and had probably made the situation worse.
"You little bitch! I'll see that you lose your job for this. You'll regret crossing me. Soon you'll be begging for my favors!"
He raised his hand to strike her, shifting his body to the side as he did so. Looking past him, Namün's eyes widened. The king was standing in the corridor, a shocked expression on his face. How much had he heard? Would he help her?
He hadn't moved. Would he turn a blind eye to the behaviour of his courtiers? It looked like it. Her heart sank and her eyes shifted back to the drunkard. Namün closed her eyes and readied her body for the inevitable blow to her face.
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