She remains quiet for the remainder of the journey.
From Create Your Own Story
Whatever she had to say, it could wait until later. Your procession continues for a while, until you get within sight of the estate. Tall stone walls and towers combined with a strong keep give the image of strength your family has earned from countless wars. Stopping your horse and guards, you turn to face Willow. The blue haired slave had been walking for a mile, and already looked tired. Pulling her chain to bring her over, she walked over facing the ground. You motion one of your guards over, Willow looking up at you confused.
"Show me one of her feet." You tell the guard. He turns Willow around, grabs her right ankle, puts a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling over, and lifted her foot so you could see her sole. It was a bright pink, with specks of dirt on her heel. "Place her on my horse, in front of me." Complying, the guard picks her up by her waist and seats her just in front of your knees. Instinctively, Willow leaned closer to you to keep from falling off.
"Hold on." You whisper to her, before grabbing the reins. You turn to your guards and tell them "I will see you at the gate", and take off.
Riding at a fast pace towards the castle, you hear Willow panic and feel her head burrow into your chest. You can tell that she has never been on a horse before. After a few minutes, you arrive at the gates. A company of pikemen, accompanied by a dozen servants, greet you at the gatehouse.
"Have her cleaned, then take her to my room. Pay special attention to her feet, she has been walking on rough terrain." You say to the servants. They take Willow off of the horse and take her away. A few minutes later, your father, lord of the land rides up, accompanied by the guards. He is not pleased that you rode off without him, judging by his stern expression.
"That was not wise, my son." He says, giving a tone of frustration. "Not only did you insult a long time friend of mine, you also made the impression that you are infatuated with a slave."
"Garmen may be your friend, but I doubt he has authority to lecture a Junker." You say, as the two of you take the horses to the stables. After the stable master takes them, a messenger arrives.
"Message to the Lord of Großtebene, from his majesty, Emperor William II." He said, bowing and holding out a scroll. Your father took it, unrolled it, and read.
"You're lucky I have no time to lecture you. I have been called to lead some soldiers in a war with Pulshnia." He said, before rolling the scroll. "I expect you to be at the gate in full armor in two hours time." With that he left.
--One hour later--
After grabbing a bite, you made your way to your room, where your armor is. Two teenaged servants walk behind you, to assist putting it on. Opening the door, your servants stop in their tracks completely at what they see.
Willow is sitting on her knees on your bed, naked but for a black thong that contrasts nicely with her pale skin. Said skin has a glowing effect, and even from the door you can smell the fruity body wash that was used. That smell could also be her hair, which appears to be in a ponytail that wraps around the left side of her neck and stops just above her cleavage. Completing the image is a smooth silver collar around her neck, a short leather strap connecting it to one of the bed posts. At the sound of the opening door, she turned to face you, her face a light red. As soon as she saw the servants looking at her, her face reddened and she quickly covered herself.
"M-Master?" She stammered, nervously looking at the two servants. Noticing the time, you decided to end their fun. By hitting each on the arm.
"I have armor to get on!" You say, as the two rub the part of the arm you hit. Getting the message, the head over to the armor closet. Within minutes, you are dressed in steel armor, with a red cape and the family emblem on the front: a black griffon on a white background, clutching a red sword and a red pistole.
--Later, at the gate--
When your father and two of his knights leave, he orders the rest to obey your word while he is gone. If he does not return, you will be made lord. After the procession of conscripts led by your father leaves, you consider your options.
