Taken from the castle (closed)

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Morgan Vanderblume is a 19 year old princess with a white wold pup named Azamith. She somewhat hated the fact that she had been born into nobility because she hated how prim and propper she had to act even as a child she hated it. The only perk she like was the fact that her father had given her what he called a chambermaid but she felt that Lillian Frostmire was more than that Lillian was a friend to her. Morgan and Lillian would always be playing around while Lillian would supposed to be cleaning Morgan's room and such. Morgan's parents didn't mind though because there were more servants than there were people in the castle anyway so letting Morgan's personal maid get away with playing instead of constantly working wasn't bad as long as Lillian would do her chores before bed time. If Morgan could have had her choice of where she was to grow up she would have chosen the wild to be free with the animals. She would often times bring in stray animals from around the city if Lillian wasn't watching and sometimes under anyone's nose. What would eventually give Morgan away was the fact she would be chasing them throughout the castle knocking things over.

Morgan's day started just like anyother she had to dress hin her nice dresses and getting her in those took all of three hours. During the time you could hear Lillian and Morgan banter back n forth or bicker depending on how you viewed it. Lillian would be saying something like "sorry princess I know how much you hate this dress." Morgan's reply would be "no it's fine I love having my breast pushed up like this I could use them as pillows during the prince courting thing dad has planned for today and I wasn't that fond of breathing either l." Eventually Lillian would get red in the face and scold Morgan about not being a propper lady. The only reason Morgan would say things like that was the fact that Lillian would get so red and embarrassed.

She couldn't stand the princes that her father brought in to try to win her hand in marriage l. They all looked as if they were ever faced with danger they would mess themselves and hide rather than protect her. After what felt like eternity to her she kindly dismissed them all gaining a lecture from her father that if she didn't wed soon then she would grow to old. She wanted a man that looked like he could take care of her as well as himself.

Even the routine was the same for tonight Lillian got everything ready for her bath then got her night gown. Morgan and Azmith would lay in bed together cuddling while She petted him. Both were exhausted from their day and most times fell quickly asleep.
 
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We came marching down the stone road. Those in our way moved to the side. I rode on a fine steed that once belonged to King Ragnon, once. We had finished our Southern campaign that had swept through the mountains and routed out the troublesome Ragnon Kingdom that was now laid to waste. His castles were pillaged, most of his people were captured and were being dragged along in chains.

A eight month campaign finally came to an end when we stormed the last of Ragnon's castles where I personally beheaded the King with my heavy blade. I took some satisfaction from his death. The 'man' was a true monster. He fed people to the wolves for pure entertainment.

As we marched at the head of the procession, the gates were opened and we were hailed as heroes. People came out of their hovels to get a look at us. Our men were tall, powerful, striking, and filthy. There were carts behind us with the severed heads of our enemies with the King's head on a pike.

When we reached the keep, I stepped down from my horse and marched towards the double doors, pushed them open, and found the King and Queen there waiting for me. My men formed up behind with the heads and treasures of the begone kingdom.

"Hail the King!" I yelled in triumph before marching forward. I wanted to show off our accomplishments and be able to rest in my own bed after months of war. I just wanted it all to end.
 
Morgan could hear the door into the castle open roughly and she wondered who it could have been and it looked like Azamith wondered as well. She just shrugged it off because the time when her father had the suitors come was over or she hoped.

The king looked at his knight before saying "you done well knight . I know you have to be tired from such a long campaign I want to extend a very special offer to you and have you and your men stay here for the night and we will have a feast tomorrow." The king rose to his feet before finishing "your men need not worry if the have families and loved ones I will send for them first thing in the morning" The king hoped that he would agree to stay because he didn't know if there would be any backlash from the completed campaign.
 
"Thank you, your majesty" I bowed and accepted his gracious offer. Only a mad man would refuse a king.

I gave the order for the men to go back outside and prepare for their night while I stayed in the keep. There were many who flocked to see Knight Sir Robert Wayne as he shed his armor after a long, hot day and be able to walk about in his light linens.

The ale was opened and passed. I gave a quick toast to the king and queen, may they rule forever before downing my ale and feeling it coat the inside of my stomach.

Then a man whispered that the King's daughter, Lady Morgan Vanderblume, might grace the keep with her presence. I remember her, such fine and fair, a true beauty. Many suitors have attempted to win her hand either through strength or combat, but I was one of the few who had not tried to win her hand, instead, I dedicated my service for the King and the protection of the realm.

A woman asked, "Is it true that King Ragnon would eat the flesh of the living?"

"It's not true," I say, "But he did do many foul deeds." As I spoke, all eyes were on me as they silently urged for more. "He was a monster. Slaughtering whole families for his own entertainment."

The King was silently worried, he sat on the throne with his chin held up by his thumb and forefinger in deep contemplation as he stared at me, worried that I had become a monster in my own right.
 
Morgan was awake early in the morning because of the bustle of what was happening and the fact that Azmith had gotten up early making sure to to wake her. After she had gotten ready for the day both girls had breakfast. As she ate with her pup she shared some of her meat with the little wolf. Morgan had found all the unusual amount of activity to be a little odd and she found her mother which let her know that the family was to attend a feast for the returning knights.

Morgan soon entered the feast with her pup and took her seat beside her mother. She heard both of her parents quietly ask her why she brought Azmith with her and her answer was that even if she left her in the room Azmith would still escape. She looked around to see the one and only Knight that didn't try his hand in trying to marry her like her father had wanted.
 
When Morgan entered the chamber almost all of the eyes were on her, she was a rare beauty. She graced us with her pet that was always at her side. When she sat down beside the Queen I stood up with my ale in hand, "Hail to the King!" and all of the knights in attendance raised their chalices as well, "Hail!" they shouted before swallowing the liquid.

The King asked for me to approach him while he's on his throne. "Come forward. We have much to discuss" giving a slow wave. I approached with care and confidence. The King held out a hand to his daughter, "May I introduce to you, my daughter Morgan Vanderblume."

With a nod I said, "My lady."

The King smiled and nodded, "I'm sure you have many stories to tell."

"Indeed, my liege," I said, but silently questioned whether or not tales of my campaign would be proper for for the ladies with us. My eyes glanced to my right at Morgan and slowly looked her over. At her feet was her pup who was looking back with those big dark eyes, studying me if I was a threat. "May I please ask your lovely daughter for the next dance?"
 
Morgan reluctantly grabbed his hand knowing that her father would probably let him do more because of what he done for the kingdom. She felt Azmith brush past her as she got up to dance with the knight. She knew that if he got too bold and took some liberties that beside she could defend herself her pup would also defend her. While they were dancing she asked "so sir knight how is that you're the only one that turned me down when my father asked you to try to gain my hand.?"
 
"Well, if you are so bold to ask, you should hear the answer," I said as the minstrels began striking up a slow ballad. I was not certain as to it, but it was proper as most of the other dancers made room for us so the King and Queen could see us.

The dance was slow, our hands touching with hers above mine in a clockwise turn with our hands in the center. We were close enough that we could talk somewhat in private.

"Too be honest, while I, and many others found you to be attractive, most of the other knights only sought your hand in order to gain the favor of your parents."

My eyes caught her pup staring at us, alert with its ears perked. It was waiting for a false move.

"I'm not looking for the favor of your parents. I'm looking to secure the kingdom from its many enemies. There are many and once you inherit it, you need a stable kingdom, not one racked by war."
 
Morgan was surprised that he didn't look for favor from her parents though he was earning it. She wasn't completely falling for him but she loved the fact that he didn't use her to gain anything by marrying her. She could see that her pup was still watching them and she said "you know if you do want to marry me then you will have to befriend my pup Azmith. As you can see she doesn't really take to strangers all that well." Morgan didn't know how he would answer but she knew that she wasn't going to get rid of her pup for anyone no matter who it was and she didn't think she could get rid of Azmith if she even tried.
 
"I anticipated that" I nodded catching her pup out of the corner of my eye as the circle opened and we spun slowly in place. "I'm sure that I can do that. I'm not like other knights, addicted to fighting. I think I only have one more campaign in me before I decide to retire and go to my property to the north." He had a sizable estate, furnished with items he took during his pillaging, cold, silver, furniture that once belonged to kings. It was nearly a thousand acres of prestine forest, a lake, rivers and streams and in the center was a gray stone castle, a place he has not seen for over a year. Guarding it there were over 100 men-at-arms.

"Tell me, have you ever left this castle for something other than a king's errand?" I asked her. "Because, I do have my estate ready to accept guests." I had to admit, the castle was way too big for just myself. There were over fifty rooms and I had only myself. It originally belonged to my parents, but I inherited it and didn't know what to do with it.

"However, I'm quite certain that your father has something in mind for me in the near future," looking over at him, he was laid back on his throne, leaned over to the right arm rest, that arm bent up and the hand propped up to hold his heavy head, deep in thought.
 
Morgan was surprised at what he asked her and she answered "no I haven't my father won't allow me to until he feels that it's safe for me to do so." She didn't know what he was implying with what he said about his estate but he wasn't going to get her that easily. If in fact he did want her he was going to have to work for it.

Morgan was about to say something when she heard her father call out to them. She didn't know what but she was glad that she could get a break from dancing for a little bit at least. She walked over to where her father was sitting with the knight and soon took her place next to her mother. No sooner as she sat down she heard her father speak. "Young Knight SirRobert Wayne I think you have one more campaign in you and there is another king that threatens the safety of my kingdom I need you to handle him and wipe out his hold. I also want you to take my daughter Morgan with you see needs to learn a little about warfare." Morgan was shocked into silence. She wasn't expecting her father to literally have her leave with the knight for any reason.
 
This sudden news made the knight pause and stare at the king with silently widening eyes. Another campaign? He just returned from another one. Now there was no time for him and his men to rest. Of course he couldn't refuse the offer of going, or else he risked falling out of a favor with his Lord.

"Certainly, my Lord" I said placing a clenched right hand across my chest.

The other people of the Hall all ceased what they were doing and gathered around in whispers to hear of this, this new campaign that was to be launched. The ladies of the Hall gathered off to the side like chickens together in a coop, but my eyes were on Morgan as she sat next to her mother and her wolf curled up next to her feet.

"I must say, however," I began slowly, "That I have never taken such an important person with me on campaign."

The King held out his hand, "I understand that," he said, "But I think it is time for her to know first hand the importance of war."

Giving one last look at Morgan I nodded, "It will be done, my liege," bowing at the waist. The King dismissed me to carry out his orders. I was delight at another campaign, but at the same time my men were still celebrating, the ale was flowing as were the women. They didn't want to go out on another campaign that could take months or even years. Walking away from the Great Hall my head lowered in thought, one more campaign and would it be over? I have been on seven campaigns for my lord, conquered so many keeps that they were all molded together, and yet, it wasn't enough. There was always one more castle, one more Lord, one more threat to the kingdom that needed to be removed so he, my Lord, could stay on his throne in safety.

Then it came to Morgan. Damn. Why must she go? Having her out there would be her and the family at risk. The enemies of the Kingdom would certainly love to get ahold of her and if they followed the code of ransom, then it would bleed the family dry. Trying to push that aside, I made my way to my men who were in a barn of all places acting it up.
 
Morgan knew that she couldn't refuse what her father wanted no matter how much she hated it. She left to go pack for the potentially long trip. She didn't know how long she would be away from the castle though so she packed what she thought was enough clothes. She filled her trunk and waited to see when they would be leaving for the new campaign.

She sat down on the floor and played with her pup for awhile not knowing if she wanted to take the pup or leave her here. She decided to take the pup knowing more than likely her parents would get rid of the dog while she was away.

She was soon interrupted by her chamber maid Lillian which told her that her father wanted her things loaded up in the wagon with the knights' stuff. She was also told that they wouldn't be leaving until a couple of days due to the knights partying. Morgan knew her father would give them a couple of days because they hadn't been home in awhile.

She didn't know where she was even going to sleep during her travels and what was to happen when they actually went on their seiges. She had so many questions about the arrangements while she was with the men. She didn't want to be more of a bother to them than they wanted. she may be royalty but they shouldn't have to put up with it.
 
Telling young men that they were going on campaign and they would jump at the chance. But telling veterans that they were going on campaign, and they would likely riot. But when he called for silence, they all stared at him with wide eyes and holding their cups full of ale. "The King has directed...." there were groans already. "That one last campaign be made."

One threw down his mug. "Does he want the moon now?" cried one man in the back.

"Silence!" I roared.

"He has directed that one more campaign be made. We will march in two days time towards the East, of the rising sun. There we will lay waste to that of the Horse Realm. Their raiders have laid waste to many villages, enslaved the people, and must be removed."

The soldiers were still no pleased. It promised them riches, lands, and recognition, but it also meant their lives while the King stayed on his throne, safe, along with his pretty little wife and daughter. There was no mention of Morgan going. Having royalty on the journey was viewed as a hinderance, but I made sure to travel with a specially made wagon to serve as my head-quarters while on campaign that had all of the creature comforts of home.

"In two days we will march" I said to them, "Eat, drink, lay with all you want, but in two days time we will march to the East and set the horizon on fire."
 
Morgan could barely sleep that night because she wasn't sure what was going to happen to her while she was to be on this campaign. She just laid in her bed wide awakeseeing that her pup was fast asleep head resting on her chest.

When the morning finally came she was up early and dressed she she figured it was best to find the knight she was dancing with so she could ask him a few things. She made her way to where she thought he was at.

She knocked on the door of the barn that they had stayed in. She heard groans and whispers before one man answered the door. "Where is your leader at?" She asked seeing the look on the man's face. She could tell that he didn't have any intentions of telling her. She soon felt his hand on her cheek and. heard him say "why would you want to see him for I could help you" she didn't leet him go any further when she quickly grabbed his man hood. She started squeezing then she asked him again where the knight was she danced with. She could hear a roar of laughter from the others in the barn.
 
The man grunted and groaned, his h ands pawing at the wrists for it to be let go. "That's enough" I said softly working through the maze of bodies that reminded me of the fall of Castle Volks. Venturing over to Morgan a smile came to my lips as my head throbbed from hang-over. "Come. Let us speak out in the fresh air," taking the lady by the same hand that she held the man. My touch was soft, despite the callous fingers and palm.

Opening the thick wood door and stepping out in the bright sun, it momentarily blinded me as my free hand was held up to block the rays. Looking at her face, Morgan looked so much different than the last time I saw her dancing.

"You'll have to excuse my men. They have been on campaign for so long that they've outdone themselves this time around in their celebrating." There were murmurs inside directed towards the fine lady in the door frame that I kicked the door shut with the heel of a boot. "They are tough fighters, but a bit short on manners. In a few hours time we'll be restocking the supplies. You'll be riding in my campaign wagon. You'll find it quite comfortable. There is a bed separate that will be for you and your pup."
 
Morgan was surprised that how of the knight's touch was and she didn't want to let go just yet but she did. Unlike most women that are royalty she wasn't going to be a push over to any man. She listened to the knight before she spoke "ok good knight but I want you to help me find some armor. I know I probably won't need it but I want some because if we are attacked at camp I won't get hit with a stray arrow or something." She didn't know if the knight would actually take her seriously enough to actually help her but she didn't care. She waited for the knight to answer her.
 
Armor? That was an usual request that it made me smile while looking her over once more. "I believe we have some armor that would suit you. Come with me, our armorer will be able to fit you." Because of my size, the armor I had would not fit her. As for our armorer, well, he was like the others, on his back drunk. Taking Lady Morgan over to his wagon I found him in a pile of hay with a empty jug beside him. A firm kick to the foot made him stir and growl, "WHAT?" rubbing both eyes with his dirty palms. When his eyes cleared he found his Lord towering over him. Now his attitude changed and he jumped to his feet, "Sir!"

Stepping aside and showing Lady Morgan, "I believe you know who this is," I said.

"Lady Morgan" the armorer replied and bowing slightly.

"She will be joining us on our campaign," I said, "She needs to have armor for his abdomen. Do you have anything that can fit her?"

Going into his wagon the armorer disappears from view. There is clattering of wood and metal inside, things fall and crash. There is cursing and stuff being thrown around. Finally he comes out holding some armor, "You can try this," it was smooth steel, small, light weight.

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"What about a weapon? You have a sword or dagger that she can use to defender herself?" I ask. The armorer disappears once more into his wagon while I hold the armor and ask for her to try it out.
 
Morgan with the help of Robert she tried on the armor so that she wouldn't take any more of his time than she had to. She could feel the weight on her shoulders but she knew she would be able to bare it. She didn't know what weapon she was going to get from the armorer now.


She soon seen the armorer come with a sword and a belt that had four identical daggers on it. "I have this exotic weapon. It's call a scimitar it's lighter than our swords so she should be able to wield it fine. The daggers on the other the reason she is being offered them is the fact that they are taking up space and rusting because no one will use them.

She happily took the weapons from the man looking at herself she asked "surely there is more to the armor than this I only have my chest protected?" She didn't want to start complaining already but she wanted full protection. She knew she wasn't going into battle but she still would like to have all the armor.
 
"Is it full protection you seek?" the armorer laughed, "Well, you have the right man for it," looking over her body once more. He paused rubbing his chin with the tip of his dirty index finger. "It's not often that we have a woman asking for armor, but if you give me a moment, I'll dig up something that can...fix you up." He went back into his wagon and started digging, kicking out pieces of armor at a time and gathered at her feet. "Try those on!"

It was amusing to watching this, as the pile of armor gathered up at our feet. I started picking up the pieces and held them until the last piece was kicked out. "Is that all?"

"That should do it, m'lord" the armorer called, sliding out of his wagon and dusting off his hands.

"Thank you," I nodded to him. "Let's go try this stuff on in private."

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Morgan went to a private area of the castle and after Robert put the armor in the room she shut the door not wanting him to see her undress. She took off her dress and put on her light linen she had made for her with pants. Once those where on she let him in to help her put one the armor. She tried on all the armor but the only one she liked was the last one she tried. (https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--7Z1jumrw--/19cqphvl5l5nmpng.png)

She turned to Robert and asked "well what do you think about this armor?" She wanted his honest opinion on the armor because she didn't really know anything about armor.
 
Grasping her left shoulder and giving it a firm shake, it rattled, but held in place. "It suits you" looking her over carefully. Everything but her face was covered in the heavy armor. "I don't know where we got this suit, but it's yours now. Take care of it and it will protect you. Now, let's venture back out. My men should be forming up for our march out. You'll ride with me at the head of the column as we go through the front gate of the castle. The King...your parents...will watch us depart."

Heading back to the column, indeed, the men were forming, donning their leather suits and steel helmets. The supply wagons were filled with fresh supplies, including wine. They were not in high spirits, they didn't want to leave. Their homes were so close that a good wind blew through the keep and brought with it the sweet scent of ripening wheat. It was home, home was calling.

"Bring a horse for the lady" I called to one of my lieutenants. A bay was brought forward, a mare wearing a captured saddle. We helped Lady Morgan on to it before I mounted my steed and looked at her, if the visor to her helmet was down, she could easily blend in as a fellow knight. The gate was opened and the mud road to and past it was lined with many anxious people already throwing rose peddles in our path.

To the right, watching us from a high balcony of the castle lay the King and Queen. My banner, a white field with a blue lion in its center was held up high for all to see as I nodded to Lady Morgan and gave the signal to begin the march.
 
Morgan rode with the column with her pup beside her horse and her weapons strapped to her hip. She didn't know how long their first part of the journey was going to be and she hoped that her pup would be able to last till their first stop. She knew that more than likely Robert would more than likely let her put her pup in one of the wagons if Azmith got tired. Morgan didn't know how to feel about being out of the castle for the first time in her life and she could only look around when they got out of the castle walls.

After awhile she could feel the effects of wearing the armor while riding a horse because her lady parts between her legs was hurting from the saddle. She looked over at Robert and asked "good knight can we stop my ummm womanhood isn't used to riding in armor and it's getting a bit sore?" They had been traveling awhile so she didn't think the question wasn't that out of line. She looked down to see her pup struggling to keep up as well but she knew that Robert was the one to decide what they could do.
 
When she asked for a halt I looked over to her and at first I wanted to chuckle, but thought better of it because she was not use to the rigors of being on campaign. Holding up my right hand over my head I called for a halt of the column and the men fell by the wayside to rest in the shade and get some water in them.

"Very well, let's dismount" I told Lady Morgan helping her down, "I think that for the most part that you wear only your breast plate and helmet, that way your important parts are protected and you have the best mobility. The only times we wear full armor is on parade or going into battle. The rest of the time we go as light as possible. Keep your sword on your saddle so it doesn't clack around on you, but keep that dagger with you. It's easier to get at if trouble arises."

We only marched a few miles, the castle was vaguely visibility on the horizon as a few pieces of stone sticking up from above the dense green tree line. The piece of land we lay on right now was still part of the kingdom, but looking up the trail that slowly weaved its way through the dense forest towards the great beyond would soon be the land of our rival and as soon as we set foot there then we will be expecting trouble. There could be ambushes on all sides, it was a common tactic, so much so that was thinking of telling Lady Morgan to ride in the wagon where it would be safer.
 
Morgan could still see the castle and knew that they hadn't traveled as far as she thought. She took some of her armor off like Robert suggested. She could feel her pup trying to force her way under Morgan's arm. Morgan sat there petting her pup as she rested up for the rest of the trip for today. She could tell from the way Robert was looking that he had something on his mind. She didn't know what but she could tell that it involved her. She wasn't worried because she was to sore at the moment to care.

once she got herself rested to the point she could move without pain she walked over to Robert and asked "is there something wrong ever since we stopped moving you have looked concerned about something?" She didn't know if he was worried about how long the trip could now take or if it was something else. She looked down to see Azmith keeping her attention to the knight. Morgan gave the pup a gentle nudge before say "you better stop that or he may send you back to the castle."
 
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