KingOfOregon
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"Exiled"
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Paulo strode into the Magistrate's Hall with confidence, possibly even a bit of arrogance. He and his minions had bribed enough of those who were about to hand down his sentence to ensure that it would be little more than a chastising, a figurative slap on the wrist.
And yet, the young heir apparent to the House of Havra found himself shocked as the Magistrate announced that he had been exiled for his various crimes. "You will leave from the City State of Malornia immediately and remain apart from it for a period of at least five annums. You will be permitted to take with you one servant, one horse, one sword, and one bag of gold."
A bailiff strode forth and offered out a leather bag that jingled of coin. Paulo pocketed it without survey its contents and value. He could tell in an instant from its weight that it wasn't much, at least relative to his now former life style. Of course, it was probably still more than an average Malornian peasant would earn in 5 years.
"May God have mercy on your soul," the Magistrate finished. "Guards!
A dozen Pike Men moved to take station around Paulo, then escorted him to the steps before the Hall. There was a crowd of people in the Square, standing still and silent. Paulo hadn't been the most familiar of Nobles in the small City State that was located near the north of the Italian peninsula, so the crowd below him was mostly servants and business associates to his family's estate.
Well, them and some of the many women, married and single both, who were part of the reason for Paulo's banishment. Oh, his exile wasn't just about where he'd been choosing to put his cock, though that had angered many a father and husband over the years. But the biggest reason for his being sent beyond the gates for half a decade was that his father was near death and, as the man's only legitimate son, Paulo was (or had been) about to inherit one of Malornia's most valuable estates.
But no more. Oh, when he returned in five years, Paulo could petition the Magistrate for the return of his Family's lands, and he would probably get most of them. But their value would be significantly diminished by then, with the stock animals stolen and the vineyards untended and gone wild. The best lands would have been confiscated to pay exorbitant taxes and levies, the purposes of which were simply to punish him while making other Nobles more wealthy.
On the steps, Paulo looked to the man who had not only been his family's most faithful servant for more than two decades but who had also been his closest friend for as long as he could remember. Paulo wanted to tell the man that he needed to stay here in Malornia, to continue the life he had here.
"I will go with you, of course, m'lord," Messa said before Paulo could even open his mouth. The latter tried to argue against his friend disrupting his life in this way, but Messa told him firmly, "With or without you, I will not remain in this city after what they have done to you."
"Then I will continue to put up with your annoying presence, my friend," Paulo laughed, patting Messa on the shoulder as they continued forth to the awaiting horses. As they mounted and began their trek out of the city, Paulo commanded, "But you will no longer call me m'lord, Messa."
"Yes, m'lord," Messa said, smiling broadly as he tapped his heels into his horses sides and said with a tone of resentment, "Now, Paulo, let's get away from this town."
They were escorted through the city gates, to and beyond the distant wall that surrounded Malornia's prized farm lands and vineyards before the mounted guards stopped to watch them disappear into the countryside. The pair spent the rest of the day walking or trotting their horses, taking breaks occasionally to rest, water, and feed the horses, before finally bedding down for the night near a stream.
The next day went as did the first, the two riding lightly northwest with no real destination in mind and few words between them. They passed merchants on the roads and saw peasants in the fields. At sunrise, Paulo had turned the rather plain looking interior side of his otherwise elegant cloak to the outside and shed his other accoutrements to make him look less a Noble and more a commoner.
By their second sundown in exile, with the dust of the road upon their clothes and in the their hair, they arrived at a small inn looking very much the worse for wear. Paulo pressed some coins into his friend's hand and told him, "Tonight we eat and sleep indoors. Board the horses. I will get us a room."
"Two rooms," Messa corrected, still viewing his friend as a Noble who, regardless of their lifetimes together, should have his own accommodations.
"One room," Paulo corrected. "Remember, we are but poor transients now."
He watched a laughing Messa head for a small, nearby stables and entered the tavern. It looked bigger inside than out, and yet despite the room and abundance of chairs there were but four rough looking men sitting at a table in a far corner.
Paulo hesitated to look the men over before nodded and smiling to them politely. He continued farther inside, finding an older man (presumably the inn keeper) sound asleep behind the bar, sitting upon a tall stool, his weight wedged between two untapped beer barrels. Paulo hesitated, not wanting to wake the inn keeper from his peaceful state.
Then, she came into view. The peasant girl was one of the most beautiful creatures Paulo had ever laid his eyes upon: flawless skin, long golden hair, deep blue eyes, and a well curved body that he was sure had caused many a man before him to stiffen down below their beltline.
"Girl!" one of the men in the corner called out. "Bring your pretty young self and four more tankards this way."
Paulo wondered whether the young woman was a virtuous peasant girl or a tavern wench. To be honest, he wasn't sure which he was voting for: it had been three days since he'd last had a warm, wet hole in which to pleasure his cock. A common whore would be nice about now, though Paulo would have to leave his friend down in the tavern for a bit as they were to share a room this night.
Then again, Paulo also found himself hoping the young thing was as virtuous as the Virgin Mother. He wasn't sure why he wanted this: if she had maintained her purity until now, it wasn't like she was going to give it up to him now.
Was she?
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(OOC: If you wish to change the peasant girl's image, we can discuss that. I just needed an image, and I thought this girl was attractive.)
Paulo de Havra (image)
28 years old
6'0", 185 #; fit.
Curly brunette hair.
Blue eyes.