Knight in Shining Armor

[esmeraldaflame]

Rosanna Augustina
22
Jet black hair in a high ponytail
5'5" sleek toned body, flat stomach, E-cup breasts
Favors the color red.

There were rumors the elves were stirring in the mountains. Rosanna's mother, the queen, was understandably distressed. There had been peace with the elves for many years - since before Rosanna was born - and it was not like them to start causing trouble after so long. But the reports were quite clear: homesteads and farms in the foot hills were being burned, flocks were disappearing, and patrols were bringing back tall, slender bodies with pointed ears, lashed to their saddles. There was a general air of fear that another elvish invasion was eminent. It was only a matter of time until a whole village was attacked.

Rosanna was aware of this as she suited up for her morning ride. Normally, her parents were perfectly content with letting her ride on her own. She was even allowed to ride the whole day, as far as the outer foothills of the mountains. But though they hadn't attacked any villages yet, the evidence of elvish camps had been spotted in the bottom lands of the rivers flowing out of the mountains. Rosanna was only allowed to ride in sight of the city walls, well within the boundaries of the royal guard's patrols. But even that wasn't enough to calm her mother. The queen had assigned a knight, Lady Rowan Wyllt, to escort her at all times beyond the city walls. Having a woman with her was more comfortable, and Lady Wyllt was pleasing to the eye; but her presence made Rosanna feel stifled.

Rosanna came into the stables, dressed in a low cut red dress that prominantly displayed her cleavage. Her riding boots crunched in the mud as she inspected her horse, a proud-looking stallion, which had already been saddled by the grooms. At her side, Rosanna wore a gold plated dagger, a weapon her parents insisted she carry as a last resort, in case Lady Wyllt or the guards couldn't protect her. Though Rosanna knew rudimentary self-defense skills, the weight of the dagger felt awkward and heavy. Rosanna doubted it would be much use. A strong, determined elf could easily knock the weapon away from her. Her only defense would be to ride as fast and hard as she could for the city. Or better yet, stay cooped up behind the walls, as many cowardly townspeople and refugees were doing. Fat chance. Rosanna was not about to let some pointy-eared marauders frighten her. She would have her ride, no matter what. She patiently waited for her escort to arrive.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Rowan Wyllt aka "Wild"
24
walnut brown hair cut in the same fashion as Lightning in FF13.
5'9" fit toned body cut with muscles with mild curves. Perky B almost C cup breasts.

"I don't know how you do it." Whistled Aspen, his head hanging out of his sister's stall.

Rowan didn't have to look to know what he was talking about. The sound of the soft falling foot steps, the echo of a raised heeled boot. The princess had arrived. "Easy." She chuffed body checking Aspen out of the way. "I'm not a dog."

"No, you're just not a man." He corrected as if that some how mattered. "See if you were a man there is no way that you could be that close to those perfect globes of flesh and not bury yourself hilt deep." He cooed lifting his hands as if cupping the things he was talking about. "Come one Wild, can you imagine how soft and warm they would be." Aspen's voice got softer and farther away as he leaned over the stall door to get a better look.

Rowan closed her eyes allowing herself a moment's thought. Yes they would be soft, but firm. Warm but would rise with goosebumps at her touch. "Get over yourself." Rowan didn't know who she said those words for. If it was for her brother or herself. "She's a princess and if anyone caught you saying anything like that about her much less in her direction you would get it."

Aspen was her brother, at a year older then her he was not only the closest to her in age but they had the closest relationship.

"Oh please." Aspen brushed off turning to help fix Rowan's stirrup. "What is Alder going to do, ground me?"

"As the Knight Commander it's in his right to arrest and whip you. Publicly."

Alder was the oldest of the 'tree set' and at 33 he was a very young but equally determined leader. And of us all him and Aspen had the worse relationship.

"Urgh." Aspen's twisted face of disgust made Rowan smile. "He would too, wouldn't he."

"Sure as shit." His innocent sister answered as sweetly as can be as she adjusted Ziv's cinch.

Ziv was an eight year old white stallion that Rowan had raised as a weaning. He was what people would call 'wild' but for Rowan he was disciplined, mannerly, obedient and far too egotistical. Which Rowan found to be charming and challenging.

"Such language." Tsked Aspen wagging his finger at his younger sister.

"Look I have to go. Don't piss off Alder and try to act your age." Rowan sighed leading Ziv out of the stall.

"Who me?" Aspen gave Rowan a half assed grin of deviant mischief. "I wouldn't even dream of it." Then his smile faded as it clicked in his head what was going on. "Wait- didn't you just come back of an overnight Wall watch?"

"I did but if the Princess is here she'll be wanting to go out and she is my responsibility and her safety is my life." Rowan shrugged a single shoulder. "I'll be okay, don't worry."

"You're cinch is loose make sure to tighten it before you head out."

"I like it like that." Rowan winked laving her brother in the stall as she headed over to where she knew the princess would be.

Out of view of her brother Rowan let her body slump. While the ten hour watch had been relativity easy, the lack of sleep was gaining on her. With the threat of the nearing Elves everyone was on guard watching and waiting for what might be heading there way and with more soldiers out in the field protecting the nearby villages that meant longer and more frequent watches for the numbers left inside the Wall. Every other night for the last week she had been on ten hour watches, coupled with the daily sits of the princess and Rowan was feeling past her age. Ziv picked up on Rowan's body language and nudged her with his head. She guessed at his meaning and reached up to scratch his neck under this thick long mane. "Let's not keep the Princess waiting anymore then she already is, yes?" She ran her hand over this muscular neck a few more times before moving on.

"Princess." Rowan bowed her head, took a step back on her far foot and held the pose in respect before continuing. "Sorry to keep you waiting." She didn't offer an excuse, just an apology. "Shall I hold your horse?" Rowan threw Ziv's reins over his neck and left his side knowing that he would stay in place until told other wise. It wasn't that Rowan thought that she needed help but more the politics of it all. And on the off chance that one of the Queen's men might be around she wanted to show that she was there for her mistress in any way possible.

As she neared the princess she could smell the soap on her skin. The clean scent of pressed clothes. It was a smell that she was familiar with and brought to mind images of flower filled green meadows and the first snow. "You look lovely today." Rowan cringed and where she should have ducked her head away she looked up to the princess' face. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the conversation earlier with Aspen but whatever the reason the Princess' breasts caught her eye from the corner of her sight.

Rowan's gaze lingered on the Princess' face longer then it should have before breaking away, glancing over her breasts, back to the ground. "Where will we be riding today, Your Highness?" Knowing that it was out of line to look upon the Princess' face as if equals she made a point to address her with her proper station, showing that she hadn't forgotten her place.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Rosanna nodded in acknowledgement of Lady Wyllt's apology. She needn't say more on the matter. It didn't bother her if the knight was early or late. All that mattered was that she got her ride. She gently handed the reins to Rowan.

"That would be most kind of you, Lady Wyllt," she said with a sincere smile. Not that anyone really needed to hold her beast's reigns; she'd been riding horses since she was old enough to sit upon her first pony. Her smile only widened as Lady Wyllt commented on her appearance. Rosanna always strove for beauty. As a child, she always loved it when people commented on her good looks. That was why she favored tight, low-cut dresses to show off her cleavage and accentuate her breasts and stomach. It always felt good to be praised, even by another woman.

She casually noticed the knight staring at her breasts as she mounted her horse, but thought nothing of it. She was proud of her enormous bust size, and loved to flaunt it. She really didn't care who saw, just as long as they remembered who she was, and who her mother was. She considered Rowan's question for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh. "I suppose we should do the usual circuit: to Crosston and back." Crosston was a small village where two roads joined before turning towards the capital. It was an hour's ride from the nearest city gate, along the main road, at a leisurely walk. Rosanna's route went out a different gate, then cut across country, which was mostly rolling hills of pinyon and juniper. Part of the way was along a farmer's field. The whole way, the spires of the keep were visible from every ridge and hilltop. In an emergency, the road was a fifteen minute gallop to the west over a small stream flowing into the main river. It wasn't Rosanna's favorite route, but it would have to do in this time of emergency.

"Shall we?" Rosanna asked, guiding her horse to the stable gate.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Rowan stilled the horse for the Princess and watched with sharp eyes the way her smile grew and the sway to of her bosoms as she swung up into the saddle. The jiggle of them as she took her seat. Rowan hadn't been staring forthright but out of the corner of her eye. When the Princess was settled Rowan handed the reins up over the horse's neck to her.

The princess answered in the same bored manor that she did every time Rowan asked which way they would go. "As is best." Was Rowan's daily answer. She knew that the princess hated being shackled to a limited area and she wished that there was something that she could do for her but doing so would be going against the Queen's wishes and meant death.

"Yes Ma'am." Rowan nodded quickly getting up into her saddle and urging Ziv forward before the princess so she could open and close the stable gate for her.

Today felt like any other day following the princess but inside everything felt different. At the princess' side back half a horse's length Rowan memorized the features of the Princess' face. The cute curve of her nose, her thick lashes, the soft looking lips of pink. Downwards to her neck, the hallows where her collar bones met. The swell of her chest, the dramatic plunge of cleavage. The sweet rounded curve to the bottom of her breast, her flat stomach and the flair to her hips. Rowan took in all of it and etched it in her mind.

"Would you care to race?" Rowan offered, a change to the ordinary ride with what she hoped would be a thrilling chance of pace. "To the far tree lines?" She point with her chin to the tree line that was 50 yards past their normal route but still within the Queen's orders.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Rosanna lead the way out of the stable, through the courtyard, and out the gatehouse. They came down the drawbridge into the city. From there, it was a relatively short ride through the streets of the city towards the far gate. The people moved out of the way when they saw thier princess and her escort. Even the scuzziest beggar and most prudish housewife curtsied at the sight of their future queen riding past. Rosanna set the horses to a trot as they left the city and headed out into the countryside.

At Lady Wyllt's suggestion for a race, Rosanna's face perked up. Normally, she wouldn't have even considered such a thing. Rides were supposed to be for leisure and to exercise the horses. But Rosanna was tired of the same old route, and of the "safe" sector her mother had laid out. She would have liked to order Lady Wyllt to shove it, and leave her alone, but the knight was under orders from the queen, and answered first and foremost to her. The queen's commands overrode anything Rosanna said. A race seemed like a nice change of pace.

"To the far trees then," Rosanna said, a girlish grin spreading across her face. There was no harm in it. It would be good for the horses, and a new adventure. She slowed her horse down to fall into step with Lady Wyllt's so that the starting positions would be fair.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Rowan hid the smile that grew on her face at the sight of the princess' grin that spread across her face. Rowan knew the princess hated her being there, she couldn't imagine a situation where having a shadow when once you had complete freedom would be okay. Rowan couldn't imagine how she would feel being watched all the time, being told what to so and when. For all the luxuries that being a royal came with it was a strict life.

"On you word." Ziv knew something was up and his body tightened and pranced. Rowan looked at the princess and her mount. Ziv was breed for strength, endurance and battle tolerance. Speed was a factor but wasn't a priority. The princess mount she knew was swifter and would more then likely win this race but it didn't matter to Rowan who won. The purpose was to see the princess smile.

The glint of light off the princess' dagger caught her eye. Rowan had never seen the dagger out of it's sheath and wondered if the weapon was just an accessory to the princess or if she knew how to use it. A blade in an untrained hands was more dangerous to its wielder then the person he or she used it against. Maybe after the race she could find a way to bring up the dagger and the princess' proficiency with it.