A Damsel in Distress aka A Knight's Tale (closed for karnelman and I)

[rottenaim]

Closed for karnelman and rottenaim.

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Melisande fell, tripping over the exposed root of a great oak. Her breath exited her mouth in frosty, visible whoosh. Her lungs ached from the bitter cold as she gasped for breath, exhausted from her frantic run through the forest. She scrambled behind the tree clinging to the base of the large oak, totally spent but still trembling with fear. The merest rustle of leaves or squeak of a squirrel sent a rush of alarm through her. She desperately tried to calm her breathing as her frightened blue eyes scanned the perimeter of thickly wooded lands around her. Her eyes widened as she heard someone clumsily crash through the undergrowth behind the tree in which she took shelter. She curled upon herself in terror, trying to make herself as small as possible in hopes of evading capture.

“Gavin! Come! We have what we wanted. We’re off!”

“I saw the lass come this way, Remy. I will find...” The first gruff voice cut Gavin off, harsh and angry.

“We have no time to waste on tracking down a mere servant. She was nothing more than a slip of a girl and will most likely die out here from the elements without your assistance. Come or would you rather spend the rest of your days rotting in the King’s dungeon?” The first man, Gavin, grunted his acquiescence and trodded off back the way he came.

Upon the thunder of horses hoofs, Melisande loosed the breath she wasn’t aware she held. She waited there until the sound of the hoofs lessened then disappeared. She stood on shaky legs and wiped the tears from her eyes. Shivering she made her way back to the road where the Duchess’ guards had deserted both herself and a couple of the other servants in hopes of securing the Duchess’ safety. Her breath caught in her throat at the scene that was presented to her. It was a massacre. Both Louis and Gerald lay at odd angles along the road, pools of blood seeping into the thirsty ground beneath them. The brief hopeful thought that they guards would return for them was dashed at the sight. They must have known what would happen and surely thought all of them dead. Melisande clasped her hands to her mouth to stop the scream that threatened to erupt. She couldn’t scream. She might attract the murders back, or others that were no better. The roads were not safe at all. Her Mistress knew this and yet she still insisted that they travel to her brother’s keep to visit for the season. How utterly selfish of her! She thought angrily. Knowing full well that herself and the others would be replaced without so much as a thought to their end. A soft sob escaped at she gazed down at Louis and Gerald. Selfless Louis and the ever so kind Gerald who had insisted that she run and escape while they put up such a brave fight. She fell to her knees next to Louis and then Gerald, saying a prayer for each and closing the lids over their now sightless eyes.

Standing, she leaned weakly against the abandoned carriage. She gazed up mournfully at the darkening sky. Already chilled, she knew it would only get worse. She couldn’t stay here. She had nothing by which to make a fire, no food, no water. She would have to try to make it back to the inn that the royal party stayed at last night. Weak, tired, but determined she climbed into the carriage and searched through what was left behind. She was rewarded by a rather thick, substantial shawl that her Mistress had discarded in her rush to escape. Wrapping the shawl around her head and shoulders, she exited the horseless carriage and began walking along the road in the direction from which they came.

 

[karnelman]

Sir Baladyn

OOC: Sir Baladyn, tall dark haired knight and landowner. Late thirties but more physically fit and possessing greater strength than most men 10 years his junior. His piercing dark eyes easily draw attention away from the deep scar that runs from his cheek to his chisled chin. The scar is a badge of honor he received just before ending the life of a great warrior.

IC: Sir Baladyn of Heathfeld rode atop his impressive steed along the road to Augustus Abbot. Few men dared to travel alone in the area as it had become completely uncivilized. The scoundrels that preyed upon travelers were known to attack even the King’s own emissaries. The only sign of civilization between him and the Abbot was a small inn where Sir Baladyn planned to make a brief stop to take sustenance. However, the handsome knight had no fear. His reputation would keep the highwaymen from challenging him. If he happened upon a rogue who did not know of his reputation that would be all the better in his mind. Sir Baladyn was a formidable fighter who reveled in adventure and dispatching foolish young men who fancied themselves to be warriors.

Sir Baladyn had earned his reputation and a handsome estate as a soldier of fortune. His services had been offered to the highest bidder in the never ending turf wars that plagued the land. He had proven worth every piece of gold he commanded. His skills were ten times those of the average knight. He had another trait that made him the ideal mercenary; he seemed almost without conscience in his bloodlust and cruelty in battle. However, those days were behind him. After helping some lesser king defeat the sworn enemy of his family Sir Baladyn had been given a small castle and a generous estate to support his needs.

Baladyn had eschewed a noble title but none the less enjoyed the comforts of being the lord of the manor. What he could not get used to was an idle life. His estate was well served by his serfs and his serfs were well managed by his overseer. There was little to do for the landowner who had enjoyed the adventures of a great knight. So once again he was out seeking some adventure. This is how he happened upon remains of a brutal robbery. Two young men lay butchered beside a ransacked carriage.

On closer inspection he discovered that the carriage bore the symbol of an important royal family. He found it curious that the only bodies were those of servants. No mere servant would have been allowed the use of one of the King’s fine carriages. Where were the nobleman and the guards that would have accompanied him? No highway man would have left witnesses to an attack on a royal carriage. He figured that either brave guards had managed to save the nobleman they protected or more likely that cowardly guards had run off and allowed their charge to be kidnapped.

Sir Baladyn contemplated the fabulous reward the Kind would bestow upon him if he managed to rescue the kidnap victim as he began to search the areas for a means to track the perpetrators. He found the clear hoof prints from horseman rapidly leaving. He could not know if they left alone or with the royal they protected. Upon closer inspection of the brutally murdered servants, Sir Baladyn discovered that there indeed had been a survivor. Someone had knelt next to the men’s bodies, most likely a female. The impression in the soft roadbed were to shallow to have been made by a man. He found the woman’s small footprints in the mud along the side of the road. She was on foot and alone.

He began to follow the trail she left. He knew there would be a reward if he managed to find her before another highwayman ended her existence. If she was a relative of the King the reward would be gold. If she was just another servant the reward likely would be of a carnal nature. He was not sure which female he preferred to find.

 

[rottenaim]

She walked by the light of the moon. With the meager warmth of the early winter sun gone, the chill of the night set upon her. The brisk wind toyed with her, tugging at her newly procured shawl that she held close with numbed fingers. Tendrils of ebon hair slipped from beneath the shawl, framing her unblemished, porcelain complection. Melisande furtively wrapped the shawl more tightly around her, thankful for what paltry comfort it offered. She felt frozen to the bone. Her shoes were covered thickly with the cold, wet mud from the road. She could no longer feel her feet, they seemingly moved of their own volition. The edges of her previously clean ivory frock were splattered as well and tangled around her feet as she walked making her trek all the more difficult.

She had absolutely no idea how far she had traveled. From what she could surmise, at least a couple of hours had past since the setting of the sun. The words of the highwaymen kept running through her mind. She would most likely die on this miserable road from the elements. Perhaps Louis and Gerald had come to the more merciful end, she thought wryly.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” Said a male voice from the trees on the right. It was followed by low, guttural laughter that sent a chill of fear down Melisande’s spine as she spun around.

“A fine Lady out for a midnight stroll it seems, Rufus.” Said another male voice from the side of the road, a sneer clearly evident in his tone. “Perhaps she’s in need of a lil’company?”

Two tall, slatternly men emerged from both sides of the road, grinning maliciously. The one on the right followed by a shorter, portly man whose lascivicious gaze left nothing to Melisande’s imagination as to their intentions.

“I have a companion. A very large, mean companion if you must know. He has only stepped into the wood for a bit of privacy.” She bluffed bravely as she backed away along the road from the three ner-do-wells.

“You’re an awful liar, girl.” One of the men said as they all advanced.

Melisande spun on her heel, fear giving way to flight. She thought her heart would beat out of her chest as terror gripped her heart and gave speed to her gait. She loosed a loud, panicked scream in feeble hope that someone, anyone would hear.

 

[karnelman]

Sir Baladyn

As darkness fell, Baladyn had only the light of the moon to aid him in following the trail. This made the going much slower than he had hoped. Since the bodies he found were still warm the female couldn’t have had much of a head start. However, at the slow pace he was maintaining the hunt was seemingly interminable. The light was so poor he had to stop and dismount from his steed to examine the tracks. As his gallant mount stood waiting obediently for his master, steam rose form his flared nostrils. The night chill had set in fully. Baladyn pulled his great coat tight around his body and wondered how long the female could survive in such conditions. He knelt and examined the mud along the road. Whoever it was he was tracking, she certainly was not taking care to hide her travels. He sighed, thinking perhaps she had already been dragged off the road somewhere up ahead. If that was the case he was wasting his evening out in the cold when he could be at the inn before a roaring fire.

Just as he placed his heavy boot into the stirrup to remount his stallion he heard a scream pierce the quiet night air. Whoever he was following was close and very likely in peril of her life. He quickly threw his leg over the horse and headed down the road in a full gallop. Within minutes he had closed the distance between him and a sinister scene. Three very unsavory ruffians were pursuing a raven haired young woman down the road. The lead man had just grabbed the girl that Baladyn assumed to be the refugee from the highwaymen’s earlier attack. The thundering hooves of the knight’s steed tore hunks from the soft dirt of the road as his master urged him to increase the speed of the pursuit.

Baladyn’s battle cry set the night birds to flight as he drew his sword. The three men turned as one to see who was interrupting their planned merriment. The knight could see that these men were no highway. They were merely beggars or petty thieves hoping for a bit of lustful pleasures at the expense of the frightened maiden. The knight grinned broadly as his bloodlust began to rise. He would take great pleasure in making the three ruffians pay for their foolish lust. He soon found they were even more foolish as they took a posture indicating that they intended to fight the charging knight. The closest of the men drew his own sword and charged toward Baladyn. The man’s head was severed before he came within two feet the steed’s mighty breast.

Baladyn pulled hard on the reigns bringing his horse to a halt. The huge stallion’s neck arched back toward his withers as the knight swung his body off the steed and moved toward the two remaining men. He could see the fear in their eyes, yet the men did not flee. The knight knew fear did strange things to lesser men and these were clearly lessor men to him. The man that had grabbed the girl now held her tightly and drew a knife to her throat. The other smaller man drew a sword as if he had a chance to cross blades with an experienced warrior. Baladyn moved toward the swordsman while keeping an eye on the man holding the girl. With one swing of his blade the knight disarmed the foolish little man who quickly fled into the dark woods minus a few fingers. The knight advanced on the remaining thug and ordered him to release the maiden or die.

“Sir, knight, this is no maiden. She is clearly a harlot that walks the road to ply her trade. She is not worthy of your attentions, m’lord,” the man said in a too bold tone.

As Baladyn continued moving toward the man and his terrified captive, he practically roared at the knife wielding brigand.

“I shall decide who or what is worthy of my intentions. She is no harlot. Can you not see she wears the shawl of a noblewoman? You are a fool and shall join your friend in death if you do not release the lady immediately!”

The thug hesitated just a moment in his fear. Not knowing if he should slit the girl’s throat or just toss her into the knight and run. That moment cost him his life. Baladyn was upon him like the hawk takes the rodent of the field. The knight twisted the assailant’s hand away from his captive and relieved him of his knife. As the rogue tried to flee the maiden was thrown to the ground. The knight had no time to help her, his lust for blood would not let another of the men escape. He wrenched the man’s arm free of its socket as he threw him to the road and then ended the thief’s miserable existence by slitting the reprobate’s throat with his own knife.

Having dispatched the motley trio, the knight turned to his damsel in distress. Though she did indeed wear the shawl of a noblewoman, the maiden did not wear the face of royalty. However, Baladyn thought it best to choose his words carefully. An ordeal such as the woman had experienced could make even the grandest of ladies look common.

“My lady, I am Baladyn and glad to be at your service. How did such a fair creature come to be at the mercy of such vial men?” He asked as he offered his hand to help the still shocked woman out of the mud.

 

[rottenaim]

OOC: Common?!?! Hmph!

IC:

“My lady, I am Baladyn and glad to be at your service. How did such a fair creature come to be at the mercy of such vial men?” He asked as he offered his hand to help the still shocked woman out of the mud.

Melisande merely blinked up at him awestruck, jaw slightly agape. “I.. I... I was walking to the Inn when they accosted me.” She replied simply, still thunderstruck by her ordeal, not to mention the formidable figure of her savior-Knight. Her gaze dropped as she took his hand, noticing how tiny hers appeared in his. She rose to her feet with his assistance and briefly attempted to smooth her ruined frock, the borrowed scarf lying forgotten for the moment in the mud.

She felt dwarfed standing next to him. Melisande was delicate and petite, her soft features echoed that of her mother’s, the previous Duchess’ maid. Her sable hair mimicked her father’s yet grew to curl in charming perfusion, now hopelessly tousled by the wind. Melisande’s fair cheeks colored in embarrassment to a charming shade of rose under the Knight’s perusal.

“Forgive me, Sir Baladyn. It appears I owe you my life.” She murmured quietly as her azure gaze took in the slaughter around her. “Thank you. You have my utmost gratitude.” She said with all sincerity as she bobbed in a quick curtsy. “I was traveling with M’Lady, the Duchess Lyonette, when her troop was attacked by a group of highway men. The guards that attended her spirited her away on horseback. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough guards to fight off the highwaymen, or enough horses to spare for her servants. So I and two others were left behind to fend for ourselves. Louis and Gerald attempted to fight them off but were murdered most foul. I alone escaped. I felt my only option was to make my way back to the Inn along this road in hopes of finding some assistance.”

 

[karnelman]

So she was a servant, Baladyn thought to himself. He knew there would be no reward of gold for returning a maid that had been abandoned to the fates. He knew that royals had no compassion for those that served them and would not give a second thought as to what had happened to the young maid at the hands of the gang of highwaymen. However, he also knew that grateful maidens had rewards of their own to bestow. He smiled warmly at the disheveled maiden.

“Well lass, I would say you are twice lucky to be alive. I saw what the brigands did to your companions and can not imagine how you escaped a similar fate. I fear had I not come along your escape would have been for naught anyway. You see even had you arrived at the inn alive you could not have expected much help. In the unlikely event that your mistress is still alive, I am sure she assumes you to have perished. At the inn your only hope for survival would have been to become the harlot that animal suggested you to be,” the bold knight said as he pointed to the lifeless man in the middle of the road.

He removed his cloak and wrapped it around the shivering maiden as he brushed her wet dirty hair back out of her face. Despite the dirt he could see that she was very pretty and her young body was quite nicely developed. Before closing the cloak around her, he got a good look at her heaving breasts. Due to the dampness of her dress her nipples were clearly visible on her curvaceous orbs.

“There that should help with the chills. Now for what to do with you; I suggest you come home with me to get cleaned up. My estate is not far and the warmth of my hearth will do you much good. I am quite certain that your mistress would not be pleased to have you returned in this condition,” He said in a tone that should have told the girl that she had little choice in the matter.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande

“Well lass, I would say you are twice lucky to be alive. I saw what the brigands did to your companions and can not imagine how you escaped a similar fate. I fear had I not come along your escape would have been for naught anyway. You see even had you arrived at the inn alive you could not have expected much help. In the unlikely event that your mistress is still alive, I am sure she assumes you to have perished. At the inn your only hope for survival would have been to become the harlot that animal suggested you to be,” the bold knight said as he pointed to the lifeless man in the middle of the road.

Melisande’s face remained emotionless as she inclined her head in acknowledgment, but her face blazed like that of a summer’s day. Inky lashes shadowed her lowered azure gaze. She was embarrassed by the Knight’s words but knew them to be the truth. “Aye, m’Lord.” she whispered softly, “I was at a loss. There was naught else for me to do.”

Melisande startled slightly as the Knight wrapped his cloak around her. She bit her lip to fight back a soft whimper of pleasure as she was surrounded by the warm cloak, heated throughly by the warmth of his body. Her eyes widened in surprise as he pushed back the wet, muddy tendrils of hair that clung to her cheeks and forehead. His touch was surprisingly gentle considering the savage display of bloodlust that she had been witness to only moments before. Her gaze flicked up to meet his briefly before lowering shyly.

“There that should help with the chills. Now for what to do with you; I suggest you come home with me to get cleaned up. My estate is not far and the warmth of my hearth will do you much good. I am quite certain that your mistress would not be pleased to have you returned in this condition,” He said in a tone that should have told the girl that she had little choice in the matter.

Her heart leapt with joy at his words. She smiled her thankful relief, grasping his hand within both of hers. “Oh thank you, m’Lord. You are indeed my saving grace! I would be most honored to receive your hospitality.”

 

[karnelman]

The knight found the young woman’s voice to be as sweet as the song of the lyre. While her word choice clearly showed that she was of the servant class, he sensed that there was more to this shivering maid than was evident on the surface. When her cheeks went from the ashen white of fear to the glowing rose of a blushing maiden he saw even more clearly how beautiful a woman he had captured. He knew the dreary day had given way to a bright and lucky night.

He smiled warmly as he lifted the lithe young woman into his arms. However, his warm smile masked a more sinister grin. Her quick acceptance of his offer was far too easy. She would be his for all time now. But still there was the matter of how to turn her from innocent maiden to lascivious bed mate. A servant of her age was surely still a virgin. No duchess would have allowed an impure girl to serve as her personal maid. As he carried the maiden to his horse, he wondered if his intended conquest had any notion of what her future would become.

The knight approached his steed cradling the lass gently in his arms. The mighty stallion had remained in the exact spot his master had dismounted and now stood with his proud head raised as if welcoming the master’s new acquisition to the fold. Steam rose from the gleaming black coat of the horse into the cold night air. The beast whinnied and shook his mane as the knight raised the girl up unto the horse’s back as easily as a farm boy might lift a sack of his master’s fine down. Once the young woman was in place behind the horn of the knight’s fine saddle, Baladyn stepped into the stirrup and lifted himself unto the saddle behind Melisande. She nestled against his body as he took up the reigns. They rode off down a narrow side road toward his estate. The knight’s strong, warm body pressed tightly against the maiden’s delicate frame. He held the reigns in one hand while holding her securely with his muscular arm.

 

[rottenaim]

She sat perched on the massive steed, her hands curled around the pommel tightly, the white of her knuckles showing brightly against the dark leather. The naivete of Melisande was evidenced in her blind trust in the Knight, Sir Baladyn. She wholeheartedly put her faith in his word and felt secure in the assumed promise that she would be reunited with her former mistress. The thought was not necessarily a pleasant one for her though. The faces of Louis and Gerald swam to the forefront of her memory and a tinge of anger replaced the encompassing sadness of their unjust demise. The true education of Melisande was just beginning concerning that of nobles.

For all of her 18 years, she had lead a rather unusual life of that of a servant. For the most part she was sheltered and secluded, protected and somewhat adopted by her mistress, the Lady Lyoness. The Lady’s only child had perished in childbirth and the babe stillborn. The Lady had taken comfort from her misery in the attentions and affections of a much younger Melisande. She had insisted that Melisande be not only her handmaiden but her companion. The young servant had flourished under her mistress’ tutelage.

Upon the Lady becoming the Duchess, her new husband frowned on the relationship with what he perceived quite accurately to be only a servant. The Duchess’ attentions faded abruptly, even to the point that earlier this eve Melisande was quite literally cast aside. Her thoughts turned to the unimaginable, that perhaps, just perhaps the attack on the road and her subsequent abandonment were not purely coincidental. Melisande shook the troubling thoughts away. Releasing her hold on the pommel, she innocently wrapped her arms around Baladyn’s waist and laid her cheek against the Knight’s broad, firm chest. She nestled closer to his warmth, content and comfortable to be safe in his embrace.

 

[karnelman]

As they left the foreboding wood and entered the broad open plain that led to Baladyn’s estate, the young woman wrapped her arms around the great knight and nestled to his strong chest. She looked almost like a tiny child in the arms of the big man, but inside her beat the heart of a mature ripe woman. The knight relaxed as the light from the full moon bathed the mounted couple. He knew they were safe from harm now that they neared his lands. Since the girl was holding tight to his torso, he released his grip on her body and raised his hand to softly stroke her hair and cheek. He couldn’t wait to see the alluring beauty all cleaned up. He was thrilled at the trust she was showing. Soon she would learn that that trust would lead her into a new kind of service.

His castle finally came into view through the rapidly deepening fog. The knight shook the reigns and the stallion broke into a gallop. The horse was as weary as his riders and wanted the comfort of his stable perhaps even more than Baladyn wanted to lay his head upon his soft pillows. The horses thundering hooves alerted the servants to the approach of their master. They were welcomed by a stable boy and Baladyn’s valet. As he dismounted the knight ordered that a maid be summoned. He lifted the exhausted maiden off the horse and carried her into his home as the boy led the horse off to its stable. Once inside he carefully set the girl on her feet in the grand foyer.

“Ah, good, Gisle. I came across this poor unfortunate on the road. She had been accosted by some highwaymen. I fear she is in need of a bath and some nursing. Melisande, please go with my maid. She will see to your needs. I will see you in the morning after you have rested,” The knight ordered like a true lord of the manor.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande’s eyes widened with surprise as the Knight’s castle came into view. She had expected something much more modest and was still wide-eyed and speechless as the Knight lifted her from the back of his noble stallion. She clung to Baladyn as he carried her into his lavish home, her curious gaze taking in everything that they passed. Lowering her to her feet, she twirled slowly, her soft smile evidence of her appreciation of the beauty of the hall.

“Ah, good, Gisle. I came across this poor unfortunate on the road. She had been accosted by some highwaymen. I fear she is in need of a bath and some nursing. Melisande, please go with my maid. She will see to your needs. I will see you in the morning after you have rested,” The knight ordered like a true lord of the manor.

Melisande’s blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor, self-consciously clutching his cloak more firmly around her. She bobbed in a quick curtsy and nodded her head. “Thank you, m’Lord.”

She lifted her gaze as he spun on his heel and watched his strong profile exit the hall.

“Ahem. Pardon me, Miss, could I interest you in a bath?”

Her attention flew to Gisel, meeting her kind, amused warm brown eyes. Her cheeks flooded with blood once more and she laughed softly. “I would be most interested, thank you. Gisel isn’t it?” She smiled at the older woman’s nod, “I’m Melisande. It’s a true pleasure to meet you.”

Gisel caught a glance at Melisande’s dishabille as her cloak slipped, she clucked her tongue in dismay. “O’ oui! We must get you into a hot bath immediately! What a horrible day you must have had. Come with me, little one.”

Melisande followed Gisel up a massive stone stairway and into a large, luxurious bedroom. She was amazed by the quickness and efficency of Gisel. It seemed only moments before Melisande had bathed in steamy warm water in a hammered copper bathing tub. Gisel had helped her to dry and put some semblance to the order to her riotous mass of ebon curls. She also dressed her in a lovely, white cotton although ill-fitting gown. The hemline fell just below her knees and her fingertips were just barely visible at the end of the sleeves. And the neckline! The neckline displayed a rather vulgar amount of cleavage. Gisel admitted with a cheeky grin that it was one of Sir Baladyn’s shirts. She joined Melisande in a fit of giggles that the revelation provoked.

“I shall leave you now, miss. The fire is stoked and there is spiced wine and a selection of cheese and bread for you to feast if you so choose. I wish you a good night and I shall come by in the morning with something more appropriate for you to wear.” With one last warm smile, she turned and left Melisande alone with her thoughts.

Melisande padded barefoot over to the table and helped herself to a small bit of cheese and a goblet of delicious spiced wine. Yawning, the girl stretched and crawled into the large bed, sinking into the soft mattress with a dreamy sigh. She was asleep quite nearly before her head touched the pillow, thoughts of a dark knight giving fuel to her dreams.

 

[karnelman]

Once he knew the maiden was in good hands, Baladyn quickly left the hall. Having ridden for so long with the alluring beauty pressed to his body left him with a carnal craving that was almost unbearable. He stepped back out into the chill of the evening and strode boldly across the vast lawn toward the small cluster of shacks where his household staff and their families lived. His heavy breath seemed almost solid as the cold air added it to the thick fog. The knight was a man on a mission and quickly found the shack he sought. He rapped loudly on the small wooden door which had no hope of keeping him out of the small house. The estate’s very bleary eyed garden threw open the door.

“What devil disturbs my family at, oh m’lord forgive me, I was startled. How can I serve you, sir?” The confused servant stuttered.

The big knight waived him aside as he spoke gruffly, “I am not here to see you Garrett!”

The middle aged man tried to stifle his grimace as he watched his master move toward the bed where his daughter lay. The man knew the knight took what females he wanted on his estate and also knew his 19 year old daughter was no exception. However, in the past his master had at least allowed the man his illusions. Baladyn lifted the girl from her bed and carried her out of the cabin in her night clothes without a word to either Garrett or his stunned wife.

The knight carried the girl to the nearest available place, a small hay barn. He laid her on a pile of hay bales and quickly unlaced the opening of his britches. The young woman lay on the hay watching and waiting for the knight’s slow gentle lovemaking. He had always treated her well and she was happy the master chose to favor her. However, to her surprise, this night was different. Once the knight had freed his engorged manhood, he yanked her night clothes up exposing her sex and then climbed on top of her. He was in her at once without any preparation. His thick shaft stretched her as he plunged in and out of her not yet aroused womanhood. She started to cry out more in surprise than pain, but the knight’s big hand quickly covered her mouth. He grunted as he pumped himself in and out of her as if he was pummeling an enemy. Then suddenly it was over. The mighty knight’s cock erupted inside her and he roared into the cold night. Without a word he carried her back to her house and left her in the care of her bewildered mother.

Upon returning to the main house, Baladyn stormed to his room and a waiting bath that his valet had drawn. Once he was clean of body, the knight dressed for bed, but his thoughts stole the relief of sleep from him. Unable to stand staring at the ornate ceiling of his bed chamber any longer, he began to pace along the great corridors of his castle. He soon found himself outside the room where Melisande was sleeping. So as not to disturb her he carefully opened the heavy oak door. He stepped quietly into the room. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the single candle that stilled burned he could see her angelic figure peacefully sleeping. He gazed at his lovely captive for a few minutes. He longed to walk over and touch her, but did not want to wake her and have her be frightened. He thought to himself that morning would be soon enough to begin his conquest. He slipped back out into the hallway as quietly as he had entered and returned to his chambers.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande

Melisande awoke confused as to where she was. She pushed herself up in bed and looked around the room, blinking the lingering sleepiness and confusion away. Her eyes widened as the events of the previous day came flooding back. She was in Sir Baladyn’s home! A castle no less. A secret, small smile slowly crept across her lips at the thought of her rescuer, the handsome Knight. She hugged the blankets to herself and fell back against the bed, stretching languorously. Having deemed herself as being sufficiently languid for long enough, she slipped from the warm comfort of the bed. Sunlight streamed through the window, warming her as she peered curiously out, gasping at the beauty of the view of rolling hills, peppered with tall firs.

A firm knock at her door caused her to startle and turn. Thinking it Gisel and the promised, more appropriate clothing, she called for her to enter. When the door opened, it was difficult to tell who was the more shocked. Melisande who stood in front of a well lit window, the sunlight illuminating her from behind, haloing her profusion of long curls and making her night “dress” golden and virtually sheer. Or Sir Baladyn whose presence filled the doorway, surprise clearly evident on his face.

 

[karnelman]

Baladyn continued to be denied the refuge of peaceful sleep. His attempt to quell his raging lust with the gardener’s daughter was for naught. Melisande had stirred in him deep seated passions. None but her would quench the fire that burned in his loins. That fire was what was robbing him of his slumber.

Finally the sun rose in the eastern sky, giving the knight concurrence to begin the day. He quickly changed into his finest suit of brocade as if he were heading for an appearance at the King’s court. After instructing his man-servant to have the scullery maid deliver breakfast to his guest’s room, Baladyn made his way through the maze-like corridors of his castle to his quarry’s chamber.

He stood before the oak door to her room, breathing heavily and feeling a nervousness he was most unaccustomed to experiencing. He grimaced at the realization that a mere slip of a female had evoked such an emotion. He was determined not to let emotions interfere with his plans to take the maiden and use her for his pleasure. He rapped forcefully on the heavy door and Melisande quickly bade him to enter.

The sight that greeted him upon throwing open the door was most surprising. His captive stood framed in the window of the room. The rays of the rising sun illuminated her lithe body and made her tangled curls seem like the crowns above the icons of the church. She was still in her night dress and the brightness of the sun made her appear almost naked. She looked shocked as if she was expecting someone different. He decided it mattered not as the girl would soon enough need to become accustomed to his seeing her unclothed beauty.

He breathed in deeply as his eyes took in her alluring form. The slight chill in the room caused her nipples to be hard little beads that sat upon her voluptuous breasts like morsels of some heavenly delight. The night dress hid nothing from the great knight's view and the maiden’s startled breathing caused her breasts to heave slightly adding to the show. His eyes went lower, taking in her flat abdomen and the curve of her hips. He could clearly see the tuft of soft hair that surrounded her womanhood and was feeling the first pangs of arousal as he imagined the wetness inside her. He stopped himself ogling his young prize and found the gallant gentleman within his soul. He averted his eyes slightly as he spoke softly.

“Well lass, I seem to have come to visit too early for you. You will find we are early risers here. I will send Gisel to assist you in getting yourself more appropriately attired for my visit. Now do not tarry, I have ordered our breakfast and I expect to eat while it is warm!”

While his words were gentle there was firmness to his tone that left the girl little option but to do as he said. He was a man accustomed to giving orders and just as accustomed to his orders being promptly obeyed. Even his lust for the girl would not stop him from expecting her quick obedience. As he turned to leave the bed chamber, he paused, wanting to hear her respond to his words before leaving.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande

Melisande's sapphire eyes were wide with shock and not just a little bit of excitement at her unexpected visitor. Unaware the he could practically see right through her nightdress, her cheeks still reddened with embarrassment at her state of dress. Her hands flew to her warm cheeks. She honestly could not recall the last time she had blushed under the Duchess' service, but it seemed a near usual routine each time she faced Baladyn. He must think me a ridiculous child. She thought to herself in disgust.

He struck quite the striking figure standing in the doorway. His clothing was impeccable and served to enhance his rugged handsomeness. Melisande found herself ridiculously attracted to him. She could hear the chastisement in her head. He's a Knight, you fool. Not for the likes of you. Not for the likes of you at all.

“Well lass, I seem to have come to visit too early for you. You will find we are early risers here. I will send Gisel to assist you in getting yourself more appropriately attired for my visit. Now do not tarry, I have ordered our breakfast and I expect to eat while it is warm!”

Her mouth was as dry as parchment as she tried to answer. Swallowing audibly, she nodded in answer and finally found her voice. “Yes, m'Lord. I had thought the knock at the door was...”

“Gisel!” Melisande sighed in relief as she caught sight of the maid behind Baladyn.

Gisel cleared her throat to signal her appearance and slipped past Baladyn with a respectful, “Good morning, Sir.” Her eyes lifted and shock lit her face for a moment at the sight of Melisande before dissolving into restrained mirth. “I have brought a selection of more appropriate wear for you, little one.” She smiled as she stepped in front of her, holding aloft a lovely blue dress against Melisande, effectively blocking the Knight's view should he attempt to garner a last glance. Casting a glance back over her shoulder, Gisel had difficultly restraining her mirth at the disgruntled expression that crossed the Knight's face prior to exiting the room.

Gisel, efficient as always, quickly helped Melisande dress and style her hair into a presentable fashion. The light blue dress fit her well, except for around the bodice. Gisel had explained it was a dress she had fashioned for her daughter when she was younger and thus it was not meant to fit such womanly curves that Melisande had been blessed with. The square neckline accentuated her cleavage but not to the point of immodesty. Her hair was pulled back loosely, tamed and tied by Gisel with a matching ribbon. Melisande was thrilled and profusely thanked the woman for the use of the dress. Gisel left Melisande sitting patiently at the table in her room just as the ordered breakfast had arrived. Promising to alert Sir Baladyn, Gisel closed the door behind her and the servants whom had brought the trays of food. Melisande thought it a bit strange that the Knight would want to dine in the bedchamber, but discarded the thought as the Duchess had dined in like manner in the past.

 

[karnelman]

Baladyn returned to Melisande’s room as soon as Gisel was done with her work. This time he did not bother to knock. He felt it was high time the girl learned that the lord of this manor went where her wanted when he wanted. Soon enough she would learn that her took what her wanted when he wanted it also. He smiled at the girl who was waiting like a proper young woman. She of course stood by the table waiting for him to sit before taking her own seat. He thought she looked very pretty in the dress his maid had provided. However, he preferred her in the sleeping dress. He decided that she would be standing before him naked before the sun had passed from the sky many more times.

“Much better, lass, now you are properly attired to greet the master of the estate,” He said cheerfully as he took his seat. “Please sit! Perhaps you would be good enough to serve. I have dismissed the servants as I prefer to be alone with you.”

His tone made it clear that his statement was more order than request. The knight eyed the girl studying her to see how she handled herself. He was taking the measure of her, plotting how to continue his conquest. He knew he could take what he wanted. It surely wouldn’t be the first time he had done so. However, he wanted more than to rape this maiden. He almost cursed out loud as he contemplated the odd feelings he was having toward her; no mere female had ever had such an effect on him. Women were only good as servants or providers of pleasure in his world. He knew he would marry some day. However, that would merely be to gain an heir for his estate. The woman would be nothing more then a womb to plant his seed in and hostess to his guests. He would little change his ways for such a woman. Of course Melisande’s station made it impossible for her to be the mother of an heir.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande

The distant sounds of heavy footsteps alerted her to his arrival prior to his entrance. Her stomach was a flutter of nervous anticipation at seeing the dark Knight again. She shook her head and mentally chastised herself for the impossible infatuation she was forming toward Sir Baladyn, contributing it to the heroic roadside rescue and his abundant generosity. That is if one completely ignored his obvious, rugged good looks, she thought with a wry grin. As the footsteps grew closer she quickly poised herself behind a beautifully upholstered chair, her dainty hands neatly folded across the back. The door was thrown open and Melisande’s eager gaze lifted to that of the Knight, a smile curved her lips, mirroring his own.

“Much better, lass, now you are properly attired to greet the master of the estate,” He said cheerfully as he took his seat. “Please sit! Perhaps you would be good enough to serve. I have dismissed the servants as I prefer to be alone with you.”

The tone of his voice brook no argument. She took no offense as she saw it as her place and took to the role with ease and grace. She quickly and efficiently served Baladyn the choicest pieces of the sundry of dishes despite the nervousness the weight of his gaze brought. Assured he was completely satisfied with her service, she took the seat opposite him as he had requested. She sat perched on the edge of the cushioned chair, poised to rise again should his cup empty.

 

[karnelman]

The knight was most pleased that his captive so easily fell into a subservient mode. Although she was a servant her role as the maid to the Duchess surely had given her more privilege then that enjoyed by most servants. Since a lady’s maid was often her most intimate companion and privy to secrets they tended to be treated very well. It certainly wouldn’t do to have a mistreated maid who held such dangerous information. He wondered if Melisande’s mistress held any true affection for her; wondered if in fact the Duchess had even given a thought to the poor girl’s fate. The great knight eyed the slight young woman as she served him and then sat down somewhat stiffly. Not being one to stand on formalities when he was amongst only those of a lower class, Baladyn began to eat heartily while the girl sat ready to attend to his needs.

“Please, do not perch there ready to jump at my command like a common wench. You are my guest, relax and eat so that we may go and enjoy a pleasant diversion before the sun reaches its high point,” He said sternly but gently almost as if he was instructing a child on how to act.

He had decided to take her riding on the estate. There was a secluded meadow by a small lake where he often went to be alone and occasionally fish. He had never taken a woman there but had long thought it the most seductive place on his lands. As it was the warm season and the day was already sunny, he knew they would be very heated upon arrival. A cooling swim would be the perfect excuse to have her shed her outer garments and to show off his well muscled physique to her. Once she was wet her hidden treasures would be reveled to him again as they were when he first entered her chamber. He wondered what the maiden knew of the ways of attraction and lovers. Did she feel the ache in her loins yet? Would she understand the reaction of her body as they bathed together?

He decided that it mattered not as he finished the last of his breakfast. He was amused at the way she had been so timid with her own breakfast. It was good that she held him in such high regard. She knew her place and would scarcely be able to refuse his advances on the plush meadow by the tranquil lake. He sat back watching her eat. Watching her pretty delicate lips press into succulent grapes and then daintily consume a sausage his mind drifted. He thought of kissing her and he thought of other things her lips could do for his pleasure.

 

[rottenaim]

Melisande visibly relaxed at his words. She felt his gaze lay heavy on her during the meal and couldn’t help but be a bit self-conscious. Her mind whirled in an effort to fathom his thoughts. She so appreciated his kindness and generosity but she was certain it could not last. He would surely send word to her former mistress and what would come of that she had no idea. She had been cast aside so easily, literally thrown to the wolves without so much as a backward glance. She was fairly certain her Ladyship thought her dead and more than likely forgotten. Her thoughts carried to the question if the Duchess would want her to be returned and what would become of her if she did not. Perhaps, just perhaps, the dark Knight could be convinced of her usefulness and keep her on here. Her heart lifted with the mere prospect. Her gaze darted up to steal a quick glance at Baladyn, startled to find him still watching her, a shadow of a smile upon his face. Pleased beyond measure at his pleasant regard, Melisande chose to voice her question.

“Sir Baladyn, please don’t think me eager to be parted with your company, but I am sure you understand I am curious as to what will become of me. I was wondering if you planned to send word to the Duchess of my rescue?”

 

[karnelman]

“Sir Baladyn, please don’t think me eager to be parted with your company, but I am sure you understand I am curious as to what will become of me. I was wondering if you planned to send word to the Duchess of my rescue?”

Her question threatened to force Baladyn’s hand. He had no intention of sending word of anything to the Duchess. To him the girl was merely the spoils of his adventures. She was indebted to him for her life and that was a debt that the Duchess could not, even if she would, repay. The great knight pushed back from the table and stood. He smiled at the young woman as he approached. Clearly startled by his actions, Melisande did not dare speak.

“My dear, it is time you learned some hard truths of life. It is doubtful your Duchess thinks you could have survived. Further, she is unlikely to see the news of your survival in a favorable light. She left you and the other servants to the mercies of the highwaymen to save herself. There can be no doubt, that she knew you would be raped and brutally murdered. Therefore, these things must be handled delicately,” Baladyn said kindly as he took the girl’s delicate hand in his large meaty hand.

She did not speak, instead conveying her thoughts with her eyes. They were clouded with tears and fear.

“Now do not worry, lass,” He continued, “I will find a way to make things work in your favor. I did not rescue you from those brigands only to be paid to slay you to hide the shame of a Duchess, I know not. Let us forget such matters for now. It is a beautiful day. Perhaps I can convince you to take a ride with me so I may show you my lands?”

Not waiting for her answer, he lifted her to her feet and led her on his arm from the plush bed chamber. A sly and slightly wicked grin adorned his face as he thought once again of taking her virginity on the meadow beside the secluded lake. As they descended the grand staircase, they passed Gisel. Baladyn’s hard stare warned the maid of her place and she quickly lost the look of disapproval she had worn. Gisel knew that her master would take the beautiful girl’s virginity as he had so many young women before her. The blood of Gisel’s own first taking had stained the master’s sheets. She cried for many weeks when she realized that would be her only visit to the knight’s bed. She would pray that poor Melisande did not suffer the same fate. She truly hoped that the master would at least make this one his lover for some weeks before casting her aside. She had seen a look in the knight’s eye that said the new girl was something more to him, but still he was a man who enjoyed variety in carnal matters. So the maid was certain that sooner of later the girl would be just another of the master’s conquests.

 

[rottenaim]

The knight’s words mirrored Melisande’s own thoughts on the matter and accentuated the fear and uncertainty she felt about her future. It came as some relief that he wasn’t going to alert her former Mistress to her rescue, although it was mingled with a hint of sadness and a great deal of fear with thoughts of her future. That previous life was all that Melisande knew. Her worried, searching, tear-filled gaze lifted to that of Baladyn’s. A query of what was to become of her on the tip of her tongue was stanched by the kindness she perceived in his expression and the warm embrace of her hand.

“Now do not worry, lass,” He continued, “I will find a way to make things work in your favor. I did not rescue you from those brigands only to be paid to slay you to hide the shame of a Duchess, I know not. Let us forget such matters for now. It is a beautiful day. Perhaps I can convince you to take a ride with me so I may show you my lands?”

Baladyn’s compassionate words gave her hope and lifted her spirits tremendously. The grateful smile that lit her face completely changed her countenance, warmth flooded her pale face and her azure eyes sparkled with happiness. She readily rose and was delighted as Baladyn tucked her arm around his.

“You honor me, Sir. I would be most delighted to view your lands. I feel I shall not be able to thank you enough for your continued kindness and generosity. Please do not doubt I am most appreciative of your time and attention.”

Her worries fled for the moment and the weight that lifted from her shoulders gave a cheery spring to her step and loosened her tongue as they descended the staircase. She chattered aimlessly, complimenting the Knight on the beauty of his home. She gave pause to her chatter as she spied Gisel on their descent, smiling widely at what she considered the second of her newfound friends, Sir Baladyn being the first. Gisel’s affect was flat and she did not return her smile, only lowered her eyes as they passed. Melisande shrugged it away as demonstrating the utmost respect for her master and only served to strengthen the good opinion Melisande held for Gisel already.

 

[karnelman]

As they left Gisel to her duties and walked through the main hall, the girl continued her excited nervous chatter. The great knight, though not much entertained by her words none the less found her lilting voice pleasing. The reached the main doors and stepped into the bright sunshine of the beautiful spring. Baladyn led her down a winding path to the stables that housed his prized horses. As he had sent word ahead their mounts awaited them. The knight’s own great stallion stood ready beside a smallish mare which was clearly saddled for a woman.

They approached the horses and the stallion raised its head in recognition of his master. Baladyn reached out and allowed the horse to nuzzle his palm. It was clear to any who witnessed the knight’s interaction with the huge beast that they shared a strong bond. In truth the steed was the only creature Baladyn had ever loved. He trusted the horse above all others and the horse had never failed him. When he had finished greeting his mount he turned to Melisande and lifted her from the ground. The strong knight easily raised her onto the back of the mare that stood still awaiting a command. As was proper for a lady, he placed the girl sidesaddle upon her horse.

He then stepped into the stirrup hanging from the saddle of his mount and effortless mounted the big stallion. With but a slight whistle from the knight the two horses were off, slowly traversing the meadow that surrounded the stable area. Baladyn took the girl on the grand tour of his estate. Though small by the standards of the nobles the knight once served it still made for a long ride. After more than two hours of riding the couple came upon the lake exactly as the knight planned, though he made it seem like mere happenstance.

“My dear, perhaps you could do with a bit of rest. I know the animals would appreciate our giving their backs a respite. This is a very nice spot to partake of the sustenance that the servants have packed for us,” Baladyn said causally.

As was his custom he did not wait for a response. He was a man used to giving orders and equally used to those orders being obeyed without comment. He dismounted and quickly lifted the girl form her horse. This time as he lowered her he tarried a bit, pulling her curvaceous body tightly to him for a moment. He pulled a satchel from the bag that hung behind his saddle and handed it Melisande without explanation. He knew that her nature would be to serve as his nature was to be served. She looked into the satchel to discover the bountiful meal that had been packed for them. As she looked about for a spot to set out the feast, Baladyn had a suggestion.

“It has been a long hot ride. The lake yonder looks most inviting. Perhaps a quick cooling bath would be in order before we supped?”

 

[Jewelskye]

Lunch on the lake and... a bath?

Melisande's tiny hands moved to rest on Baladyn's shoulders as he lifted her from her sadle, more there to steady herself as he helped her down than anything. She didn't seem to notice that he tarried in helping her down, though the feel of his body brushing against hers on her way to the ground brought a soft glow to her fair cheeks.

She took the satchel, keeping her eyes down in a shy manner. Opening the satchel, she found herself looking on a small feast of delicious looking food. Oh yes, it would be a good lunch indeed.

Smiling once again, she made her way around the horses in an attempt to find a flat enough expanse of ground to lay out their lunch. The soft fabric of her skirts brushed the grass she walked on, but she didn't seem to notice. A slender hand rose to brush a lock of ebony hair from her blue eyes, the cerulean orbs searching her surroundings for the best place to lay out their meal.

It was just as she found a place she deemed suitable that he spoke of taking a cooling bath. It was an odd request, but not one she could find any aversion to indulging in provided she kept her undergarments on during the bath.

Looking out over the water she couldn't help but imagine how it would feel against her fair skin. A small smile curved her lips and she nodded. "I'd like that very much," she answered.

 

[karnelman]

(OOC: For anyone who is wondering I invited Jewelskye to replace my previous writing partner who as often happens has vanished on me.)


Baladyn was pleased that she did not object to bathing in the lake. He of course was not a man that brooked objection, but if she had cared to claim modesty, he would have to have abandoned his plan or forced his intentions. His choice was to seduce rather than rape his companion. Not waiting for her he strode down towards the water’s edge. The knight sat upon a large rock at the edge of the lake and with some effort removed his heavy riding boots. Soon a pile of garments formed where he had tossed his boots. First he loosened and removed his vest. Then he pulled his silk shirt over his head, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. He stood and turned toward the girl who seemed lost in some though.

“Well are ye going to join me?” He said with a broad smile.

Without waiting for her reply he dropped his hands to his breeches. He fumbled with the tangled lacings that held the suede leather closed. He cursed under his breath as he was forced to tear the bindings apart in order to shed his pants. He also shed the pantaloon style under garment that protected his muscular thighs from chaffing under his leather pants. This left him in only the briefest of covering. His manhood was barely concealed as his final undergarment was only slightly more than a codpiece. The knight stood for a moment as if on display before extending his hand to the approaching lass so as to lead her into the clear waters of the lake.

 

[Jewelskye]

Melisande stood there, and indeed she was lost in thought. Or perhaps it was more a mix of quiet observation and contemplation of her surroundings. Her eyes moved over the tree line and the quiet, serene surface of the lake. It was almost like glass, undisturbed saved the occasional insect that would drop to touch it's surface.

It was his words that brought her out of her thoughts and she was surprised to find him nearly-naked. Would she join him? Yes, she would join him. If she could ever tear her eyes away from that musled physique. Her thoughts stumbled over themselves, trying to right themselves before giving up and throwing themselves over that mental cliff into the abyss of forgotten thoughts.

It was another moment or two before she turned her back to him, forcing herself to look away even as her hands lifted behind her, untieing the lacings up and down her back. The dress came loose and soon she was sliding it off her arms and down her torso until it fell to puddle at her feet, leaving her dressed in the already thin white undergown.

Sunlight fell onto her, lighting the edges of the fabric around her body but leaving the area where her body was in dusy shadow, showing him only the outline of her young, supple body.

A few gestures of her hands and she pulled the pins from her hair, letting it tumble down and around her waist in a cascade of silken curls. Turning back to him, she paused as her eyes widened, taking him in. A deep red blush colored her pale cheeks and she felt a warm stirring between her legs at the sight of him.

Blinking several times, it took a moment for the shock to wear off, but finally she was able to move toward him, though her steps were slow and her actions timid. How was she supposed to react? She didn't expect him to be so... bare. Her mind raced suddenly with thoughts of just how indecent all of this was.