[F4M] Skyrim Meets Dystopian Future?

Alda hung the sheets on the line. It was a day with a good, stuff wind, as evidenced by the steadily spinning massive arms of the tall white wind turbines that dominated the hill side. Almost all the power they generated went to the capitol, where the most recent emperor, the young and formidable heir, now ruled after his father's recent unfortunate demise. It was all anyone could talk about in the village, along with rumors of a rebel force building in the North, and Alda couldn't care less. She was the local healer, and had no time for such gossip. The emperor could sit on his throne with the best trained doctors and all the miracles science could provide to cure his ailments, but the villagers were stuck with the herbs and salves she conjured up in her kitchen, and she was damn good at it. People came from miles for her remedies, it was almost supernatural the way she could have a broken leg mended in a few days. Some thought she could harbor some of the old magic thought to have died out long ago, but she always denied it.

Inside the lightbulb in her kitchen shone brightly, much to her surprise. Good harvest today… she thought, as she took advantage of the power and flipped on the vaccum sealer to preserve some of her more valuable wild herbs and mushrooms. She hummed quietly to herself, her blue eyes focused on packaging the specimens just so, her slender fingers gathering delicate stems and buds into little bundles and sealing them between sheets of plastic. She was pretty, in a "farmers daughter" sort of way. She held an air of youth and perhaps naivity. Long golden hair usually plaited down her back, full, pink lips, long eyelashes as blonde as her hair, and a slender figure thanks to hours spent hiking through the woods day after day, hunting her ingredients. She seemed especially in her element as she worked in her kitchen.

Suddenly sharp knock on the door interrupted her. She glanced up, the light from her window glowing orange, sunset. Only the ill or injured came to call this close to curfew. She turned off the vaccum sealer and brushed her hands on her apron. Without hesitation she opened the door, ready to work her magic on the next poor soul on her doorstep.

---one idea: A rag tag group of rebel "nord-esque" militia show up at her doorstep, one or two sporting bad injuries. Having pledged nutrality, she of course renders aid, and they're all shocked at how quickly the injured begin to heal beneath her hands. Their leader, taken by her skill and her beauty, implores herto come with them back to where their army is camped, but she refuses. They leave mended within hours, thanking the young healer and advising her that they will always be in her debt.

That night, a small band of imperial soldiers wake the girl from sleep and drag her outside. She is accused of aiding and harboring enemy soldiers. The captain of the guard looks at her hungrily, and descends on her while his men watch. Unknown to them, the rebel captain and a few of his men remained behind to watch over the cottage, and they stealthily swoop in to rescue Alda, leaving the imperials dead in their wake. Reluctantly, but knowing more soldiers would come, Alda leaves with them, staying close to the leader, for whom she has begun to develope a certain affection.

[Themes-Romance, rough sex, at least implied non-con, detailed if you're up for it, STORY HEAVY -will probably have a bit of development before we get to the good stuff- bondage, D/s, DD/lg dynamic.]

Of course the story is open yo suggestion!