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The Knight And The Lady Of The Crimson Dress (La Belle Dame Sans Merci) (Part 1)
He leaned into her gentle touch knowing he was more used to brute force and ignorance. On the battlefield they called him words like "the Destroyer" and "Machine", words he found distasteful. In war you had a job to do, and it helped to be dispassionate. In romance, it was the opposite and the feeling often felt alien to him. He may be King, but there was little or no room in his life for love, or at least that's what he thought until he met the beautiful Guinevere.
Yes he had dark hair and neatly trimmed beard, and his eyes were pale emeralds to her dark sapphires. They both had pale skin and noble blood, but no airs and graces. He spoke as he found, and she has the discernment to choose her words wisely. They seemed the perfect match, and he was a little too intent in his gaze for she blushed as crimson as her dress. They had stained her blond hair with berry juice and the combination had turned it a red to match her dress. It didn't suit her, she looked too wild and wayward but her deportment was every inch a princess not some tavern wench. But for now he saw past that, and down the length of her lithe figure to the delicately jewelled boddice of her dress.
"My Lady, will you not ride with me a little way?" She laughed in earnest surprised at his question.
"Why Sire, how can I ride in this dress? And where shall'st we find me a horse?"
"Thou coulds't ride with me my fair Guinevere, side-saddle as is comely for a noble lady like yourself." She flushed a deeper red and he liked that on her.
"Why Sir, we aren't even engaged!"
He knew her better than to believe she was affronted by his suggestion. She had a darker side to her this charming damsel. They'd been skinny-dipping in the forest lakes and kissing in private out on falconry rides together. At times they'd instructed their servants to stay behind a length or two, and more often than not she was the instigator. He wasn't sure why exactly, but the red gown suited her. She was fiery, she was passionate, and she burnt wild like a woodland fire consuming everything in its wake!
She watched his eyes and saw the smile cross his lips at her feined shock. If she was to marry a King, let it be not just any sovereign, let it be the King of all Britain. He was uniting the factions, and letting the domains rule themselves but bow to the strength of Camelot his home. She didn't want to be just a Princess, nor when she married would she be happy with the upgrade...not unless she could be High Queen. Guinevere had desires, not of the flesh you understand but of lofty ambitions. In time she would hope to be the one who pulled the strings, but for now she must make it a hunt that any King would relish. She smiled, she pouted, she played this cat and mouse game and let him believe he was the hunter. Let him think that, all men had hidden arrogance, she knew it would be there somewhere, even in a young Ruler such as he!
end of part 1....
© .Garry Saunders
Yes he had dark hair and neatly trimmed beard, and his eyes were pale emeralds to her dark sapphires. They both had pale skin and noble blood, but no airs and graces. He spoke as he found, and she has the discernment to choose her words wisely. They seemed the perfect match, and he was a little too intent in his gaze for she blushed as crimson as her dress. They had stained her blond hair with berry juice and the combination had turned it a red to match her dress. It didn't suit her, she looked too wild and wayward but her deportment was every inch a princess not some tavern wench. But for now he saw past that, and down the length of her lithe figure to the delicately jewelled boddice of her dress.
"My Lady, will you not ride with me a little way?" She laughed in earnest surprised at his question.
"Why Sire, how can I ride in this dress? And where shall'st we find me a horse?"
"Thou coulds't ride with me my fair Guinevere, side-saddle as is comely for a noble lady like yourself." She flushed a deeper red and he liked that on her.
"Why Sir, we aren't even engaged!"
He knew her better than to believe she was affronted by his suggestion. She had a darker side to her this charming damsel. They'd been skinny-dipping in the forest lakes and kissing in private out on falconry rides together. At times they'd instructed their servants to stay behind a length or two, and more often than not she was the instigator. He wasn't sure why exactly, but the red gown suited her. She was fiery, she was passionate, and she burnt wild like a woodland fire consuming everything in its wake!
She watched his eyes and saw the smile cross his lips at her feined shock. If she was to marry a King, let it be not just any sovereign, let it be the King of all Britain. He was uniting the factions, and letting the domains rule themselves but bow to the strength of Camelot his home. She didn't want to be just a Princess, nor when she married would she be happy with the upgrade...not unless she could be High Queen. Guinevere had desires, not of the flesh you understand but of lofty ambitions. In time she would hope to be the one who pulled the strings, but for now she must make it a hunt that any King would relish. She smiled, she pouted, she played this cat and mouse game and let him believe he was the hunter. Let him think that, all men had hidden arrogance, she knew it would be there somewhere, even in a young Ruler such as he!
end of part 1....
© .Garry Saunders
