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It’s the High Middle Ages. The height of the chivalric ideal and the culmination of the feudal era. The individual fiefdoms are coalescing into fledgling nations. Generia is such a nation. The various land holders have previously come together and chosen a king from among them. The elder son of a large landholding family.
The traditions of Generia go back to pre-christian times and are still revered, as is the holy church. The new King Aethelbert has agreed to uphold those traditions and it is once again the time of the tourney.
It was just the second day of the royal prize tournament. Most of the gentry had arrived and set up their encampments. The knights of the realm had the best sites set aside for their use so they tended to arrive later. Sir Cedric though was an early arrival. He walked around the eric and approached the royal pavilion. He addressed the senior guard.
“Is his grace receiving?”
Cedric was a Knight of the Silver Spur. Where most of the knights of the realm had sworn fealty to the King and Kingdom, the Silver Spur was an Order of Knighthood whose members swore an oath of personal fealty to the royal family. A subtle yet important distinction within Generia. As such, Cedric was a trusted retainer and was often in the presence of the king himself. Today however, he had run an errand for the king’s younger brother, Duke Aethelred.
The guard returned and held the entry flap open. Cedric entered. The royal pavilion was actually made up of many smaller tents and awnings creating a very large and complex temporary living quarter. As the tourney was being held outside the walls of the kings personal castle, he wasn’t actually residing in the royal pavilion so Aethelred had it all to himself.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave was an extremely handsome young man. Tall (for the era) he nearly topped six feet and yet weighed a mere 11 stone. It was said Aethelred was cut from the same mold as Adonis but with blonde hair. He sported almost no beard. Yet he was considered robust and was without a doubt, a very strong man. Aethelred was an excellent warrior, he had won the last three prize tourneys based on his horsemanship and raw speed with a sword. Many expected he would do so again.
“So, Sir Cedric. What news do you bring me? Is she as we expected?”
“Aye my liege, and more so. She is the daughter of a burgermeister (mayor) from the outlands. A small village in reality. They carry themselves well and she seems to have received some education. She is as beautiful as we had heard. Long blonde hair which she wears in a braid. Her eyes are as blue as the sky itself. Her skin is unmarked and fair. Gweneth is her name but she is called Gwen by her peers.”
“And you have spoken to her as we discussed? She is amenable?”
“Aye milord.” Cedric explained, “I have told her the king would meet her. She knows that by tradition this cannot happen given her station. She also knows that the knights competing in the Prize Tournament will introduce their ladies at court. I have told her that you wish to aid the king in this and you were willing to compete as her champion. So tomorrow, when you present yourself at the lists, she will provide you with her favor.”
Aethelred nodded as he listened to the details. “And her family?”
Cedric continued. “They will be overjoyed when they realize the king’s own brother carries her favor. There will be no problems sire.”
“Excellent Cedric. As always, you have not disappointed us.”
The traditions of Generia go back to pre-christian times and are still revered, as is the holy church. The new King Aethelbert has agreed to uphold those traditions and it is once again the time of the tourney.
It was just the second day of the royal prize tournament. Most of the gentry had arrived and set up their encampments. The knights of the realm had the best sites set aside for their use so they tended to arrive later. Sir Cedric though was an early arrival. He walked around the eric and approached the royal pavilion. He addressed the senior guard.
“Is his grace receiving?”
Cedric was a Knight of the Silver Spur. Where most of the knights of the realm had sworn fealty to the King and Kingdom, the Silver Spur was an Order of Knighthood whose members swore an oath of personal fealty to the royal family. A subtle yet important distinction within Generia. As such, Cedric was a trusted retainer and was often in the presence of the king himself. Today however, he had run an errand for the king’s younger brother, Duke Aethelred.
The guard returned and held the entry flap open. Cedric entered. The royal pavilion was actually made up of many smaller tents and awnings creating a very large and complex temporary living quarter. As the tourney was being held outside the walls of the kings personal castle, he wasn’t actually residing in the royal pavilion so Aethelred had it all to himself.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave was an extremely handsome young man. Tall (for the era) he nearly topped six feet and yet weighed a mere 11 stone. It was said Aethelred was cut from the same mold as Adonis but with blonde hair. He sported almost no beard. Yet he was considered robust and was without a doubt, a very strong man. Aethelred was an excellent warrior, he had won the last three prize tourneys based on his horsemanship and raw speed with a sword. Many expected he would do so again.
“So, Sir Cedric. What news do you bring me? Is she as we expected?”
“Aye my liege, and more so. She is the daughter of a burgermeister (mayor) from the outlands. A small village in reality. They carry themselves well and she seems to have received some education. She is as beautiful as we had heard. Long blonde hair which she wears in a braid. Her eyes are as blue as the sky itself. Her skin is unmarked and fair. Gweneth is her name but she is called Gwen by her peers.”
“And you have spoken to her as we discussed? She is amenable?”
“Aye milord.” Cedric explained, “I have told her the king would meet her. She knows that by tradition this cannot happen given her station. She also knows that the knights competing in the Prize Tournament will introduce their ladies at court. I have told her that you wish to aid the king in this and you were willing to compete as her champion. So tomorrow, when you present yourself at the lists, she will provide you with her favor.”
Aethelred nodded as he listened to the details. “And her family?”
Cedric continued. “They will be overjoyed when they realize the king’s own brother carries her favor. There will be no problems sire.”
“Excellent Cedric. As always, you have not disappointed us.”
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Gwen was a beautiful, kind and intelligent maiden. Many men desired her but she desired to remain pure. However, there was one that she often fantasized of marrying, the King himself. She found him most handsome and noble. She knew that with her station he would never notice her, let alone show attention her way. So, she figured until a man could match up to her fantasy man, she would remain pure. This delighted her Father for he loved her to the point of almost jealousy. He and Gwen were very close. Most Fathers of the time would want their daughters to marry. But, not Gwen's Father. He wanted Gwen to remain pure and live under his roof as long as he lived. He always said, "Only a nobleman is worthy of you, my dear. And until such a man asks for your hand, you may live under my roof." Oddly enough, he did want the younger daughter to wed. Perhaps because she was too much like his wife and could only deal with one of them. It was apparent that he favored Gwen over her younger sister, Helena. Helena did not mind because their mother preferred Helena over Gwen. Therefore, it all equaled out.
Helena was much like their mother and Gwen much like their father. Gwen was strong willed, intelligent and understood the law. Women of the era were not allowed the advanced education that men were allowed through institutions. However, they were not disallowed to learn from their father's in a private setting. And they could self-teach all they wanted. This is how Gwen was educated. Her Father taught her all he could and she furthered her knowledge by studying books. Another quality she shared with her Father was her attractiveness. The two of them looked striking similar to one another and neither of them were ever looked at as unattractive.
Helena looked strikingly similar to their mother in all ways and acted as her as well. She was shorter, a bit heavier, had black hair with dark brown eyes and was not very attractive. She was average to perhaps slighty below average. As for her personality she was not too interested in education. She was much more interested in socialization and hunting for a man of wealth to marry. She also acted much more pampered than Gwen. Where Gwen would help the servants from time to time. Helena said such actions were beneath her. One would think Helena was of royalty by the way she acted.
Though the two sisters were very different they loved each other very much and were very close. They shared one interest as well, the King and his younger brother, Duke Aethelred. Then again, most of the young women swooned over them and dreamed of being either one's wife. Helena and Gwen were no different.
Gwen was brushing down her horse in the stable when she heard a covered wagon bumping down the stone path. She kissed the tawny mare on the side of her face and brushed the mare's blonde mane one more time. She then placed the brush down on a small bench next to the mare. Gwen stood before the mare and smiled, "That will do for now, Lady." Gwen had her horse Lady since she was a colt. She loved Lady very much and it was apparent by the way in which she looked to the horse and in the way she tended to the horse.
Gwen left the stable and went out to meet who ever had come calling. Her mother being the dedicated socialite she was, was off visiting friends. Her Father, the Mayor, was off on business. This left Gwen, her sister and the servants at home. When Gwen came within view she saw her sister standing outside and smiling in the direction of the covered wagon. A tall man soon stepped from the wagon. Gwen was too far away to see who it was. But, she could tell by her sister's sincere curtsy that it was someone quite important. Gwen hurried over and she realized that the one standing before them was Sir Cedric, a Knight. He too was quite attractive and swooned after by the young women as well.
Gwen invited him in as he sister continued to stare at him with a blush on her face. Tea was set out by one of the servants (they had a total of only three). and Sir Cedric made no waste of time in telling why he had come. Helena of course squeeled when it was revealed. Gwen was in shock. She could not believe that the one of her fantasies had shown an interest in her. Helena said, "He would be the only man to meet our Father's approval for Gweneth. He finds no one of lesser nobility and honor is worthy of her." Helena shamelessly flirted with Sir Cedric, "I however would be well pleased with a Knight such as you, Sir Cedric." Gwen rolled her eyes and said, "Helena, no one is speaking of marriage. It is just a mere tourny and possible meeting. Nothing more." She then looked back to Sir Cedric, "Kind sir, I am honored I must admit. I will indeed be there and I can guarantee my Father will approve. However, I am a bit surprised why someone of such status would have an interest in a lowly girl as myself. I feel unworthy but do not wish to offend, therefore I will be there as requested."
When Sir Cedric departed Gwen chuckled to Helena, "You were shamelessly flirting with Sir Cedric! I saw you!" Helena giggled, "Yes, I was. Think he noticed?" Gwen laughed again, "How could he not?" She exhaled, "I am rather concerned with the attention being sent my way." Helena sighed, "This King is not like his Father. I am sure his attention is harmless." Gwen looked to her with a serious expression, "The previous King was a harsh man. He had forced many women to be his concubines. It is rumored that he was quiet cruel to him. Why would his son, our current King, be any different?" Helena patted Gwen's knee, "There has been no such rumors of our present day King or even his younger brother. If you will remember the two brothers hated the way their Father ruled the Kingdom. They swore to improve it and they have. They are much kinder." She then smiled again, "Not to mention more handsome!" Gwen giggled, "Yes, you are right, little sister."
Their Father came home later in the day at sunset. Gwen told her Father all that had been told to her and he too was shocked. Yet, he was excited and told her that she must go to the tourny. He then said to her, "Perhaps, the only one worthy of the fair Gweneth has finally taken notice of her." Gwen blushed at her Father's flattery.
That night they prepared what Gwen would wear to the tourny. They had fun giggling over it all as Gwen modeled the different dresses. When she did her impression of their mother Helena laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. After dinner Helena turned in early. Gwen on the other hand could not sleep. She settled onto a harpsichord bench and began playing. She was quite naturally gifted at playing the harpsichord. If she heard a song a few times she could play it herself. And she self-taught herself how to read sheet music.
She stroked away at the keys softly as she played a slow song that was about two lovers who were separated by social class. It was a slow, sad sounding song. Gwen was very emotional when she played the harpsichord. She liked to connect to the characters of the music and in this song she connected with them as well. She could feel the pain and sense of loss through each note she played. She was often left with teary eyes.
When the song was finished she went into her own chambers and turned in for the eveining. However, she was filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. After tossing and turning for awhile she finally drifted to sleep.
In the morning her Mother had not returned but her Father sent word to her mother about the events through a messenger. Being the socialite she, they all three knew she would be ecstatic. After eating breakfast a servant girl helped Gwen dress herself. She doned a balck woollen long sleeved dress with a red leather bodice. The bodice was topped with red ruffles.
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Gwen thanked her and then sat in a chair by her vanity mirror. She brushed her hair and the servant girl then braided her hair into a nice and tight french braid. Interwoven into the braid were small glass beads that gave a nice sparkle to the braid. At the bottom of the braid was a small red glass butterfly that served as a clip.
Around her neck she wore a simple two-stand red beaded neclace connected by a small red enamel butterfly. For earrings she wore chandalier red enamel earrings. Around each wrist was one silver bangle decorated with red enamel dots. On the index finger of each hand she wore a ring that matched the bangles. For a purse she carried a small red beaded purse.
She looked quite beautiful in her middle-class adornment. It was clear that she was not royalty yet she was not among the lower class either. Her sister smiled to her, "Now I see why you have never worn this dress. It is worthy of nothing less than the reason in which you wear it today. You are ravishing my darling sister!" Gwen blushed and said, "I must go. The carriage is surely waiting. You will be there correct?" Helena smiled, "Yes. I will be there. I will be out front. I am ready to go now." They then hurried downstairs and kissed their Father goodbye. He chuckled, "Helena, put on your best charms and win over a Knight. And Gweneth, I am sure you will shine. Be careful." The two daughters then left from their home and boarded the waiting covered wagon.
Once at the tourny Gwen and Helena hugged and separated. Helena made her way to be amongst the spectators. Gwen made her way to where the Knights would be to announce who they were Champions for. Helena was not far away.
Helena was much like their mother and Gwen much like their father. Gwen was strong willed, intelligent and understood the law. Women of the era were not allowed the advanced education that men were allowed through institutions. However, they were not disallowed to learn from their father's in a private setting. And they could self-teach all they wanted. This is how Gwen was educated. Her Father taught her all he could and she furthered her knowledge by studying books. Another quality she shared with her Father was her attractiveness. The two of them looked striking similar to one another and neither of them were ever looked at as unattractive.
Helena looked strikingly similar to their mother in all ways and acted as her as well. She was shorter, a bit heavier, had black hair with dark brown eyes and was not very attractive. She was average to perhaps slighty below average. As for her personality she was not too interested in education. She was much more interested in socialization and hunting for a man of wealth to marry. She also acted much more pampered than Gwen. Where Gwen would help the servants from time to time. Helena said such actions were beneath her. One would think Helena was of royalty by the way she acted.
Though the two sisters were very different they loved each other very much and were very close. They shared one interest as well, the King and his younger brother, Duke Aethelred. Then again, most of the young women swooned over them and dreamed of being either one's wife. Helena and Gwen were no different.
Gwen was brushing down her horse in the stable when she heard a covered wagon bumping down the stone path. She kissed the tawny mare on the side of her face and brushed the mare's blonde mane one more time. She then placed the brush down on a small bench next to the mare. Gwen stood before the mare and smiled, "That will do for now, Lady." Gwen had her horse Lady since she was a colt. She loved Lady very much and it was apparent by the way in which she looked to the horse and in the way she tended to the horse.
Gwen left the stable and went out to meet who ever had come calling. Her mother being the dedicated socialite she was, was off visiting friends. Her Father, the Mayor, was off on business. This left Gwen, her sister and the servants at home. When Gwen came within view she saw her sister standing outside and smiling in the direction of the covered wagon. A tall man soon stepped from the wagon. Gwen was too far away to see who it was. But, she could tell by her sister's sincere curtsy that it was someone quite important. Gwen hurried over and she realized that the one standing before them was Sir Cedric, a Knight. He too was quite attractive and swooned after by the young women as well.
Gwen invited him in as he sister continued to stare at him with a blush on her face. Tea was set out by one of the servants (they had a total of only three). and Sir Cedric made no waste of time in telling why he had come. Helena of course squeeled when it was revealed. Gwen was in shock. She could not believe that the one of her fantasies had shown an interest in her. Helena said, "He would be the only man to meet our Father's approval for Gweneth. He finds no one of lesser nobility and honor is worthy of her." Helena shamelessly flirted with Sir Cedric, "I however would be well pleased with a Knight such as you, Sir Cedric." Gwen rolled her eyes and said, "Helena, no one is speaking of marriage. It is just a mere tourny and possible meeting. Nothing more." She then looked back to Sir Cedric, "Kind sir, I am honored I must admit. I will indeed be there and I can guarantee my Father will approve. However, I am a bit surprised why someone of such status would have an interest in a lowly girl as myself. I feel unworthy but do not wish to offend, therefore I will be there as requested."
When Sir Cedric departed Gwen chuckled to Helena, "You were shamelessly flirting with Sir Cedric! I saw you!" Helena giggled, "Yes, I was. Think he noticed?" Gwen laughed again, "How could he not?" She exhaled, "I am rather concerned with the attention being sent my way." Helena sighed, "This King is not like his Father. I am sure his attention is harmless." Gwen looked to her with a serious expression, "The previous King was a harsh man. He had forced many women to be his concubines. It is rumored that he was quiet cruel to him. Why would his son, our current King, be any different?" Helena patted Gwen's knee, "There has been no such rumors of our present day King or even his younger brother. If you will remember the two brothers hated the way their Father ruled the Kingdom. They swore to improve it and they have. They are much kinder." She then smiled again, "Not to mention more handsome!" Gwen giggled, "Yes, you are right, little sister."
Their Father came home later in the day at sunset. Gwen told her Father all that had been told to her and he too was shocked. Yet, he was excited and told her that she must go to the tourny. He then said to her, "Perhaps, the only one worthy of the fair Gweneth has finally taken notice of her." Gwen blushed at her Father's flattery.
That night they prepared what Gwen would wear to the tourny. They had fun giggling over it all as Gwen modeled the different dresses. When she did her impression of their mother Helena laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. After dinner Helena turned in early. Gwen on the other hand could not sleep. She settled onto a harpsichord bench and began playing. She was quite naturally gifted at playing the harpsichord. If she heard a song a few times she could play it herself. And she self-taught herself how to read sheet music.
She stroked away at the keys softly as she played a slow song that was about two lovers who were separated by social class. It was a slow, sad sounding song. Gwen was very emotional when she played the harpsichord. She liked to connect to the characters of the music and in this song she connected with them as well. She could feel the pain and sense of loss through each note she played. She was often left with teary eyes.
When the song was finished she went into her own chambers and turned in for the eveining. However, she was filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. After tossing and turning for awhile she finally drifted to sleep.
In the morning her Mother had not returned but her Father sent word to her mother about the events through a messenger. Being the socialite she, they all three knew she would be ecstatic. After eating breakfast a servant girl helped Gwen dress herself. She doned a balck woollen long sleeved dress with a red leather bodice. The bodice was topped with red ruffles.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v61/reggiekw/MedievalGown.gif
Gwen thanked her and then sat in a chair by her vanity mirror. She brushed her hair and the servant girl then braided her hair into a nice and tight french braid. Interwoven into the braid were small glass beads that gave a nice sparkle to the braid. At the bottom of the braid was a small red glass butterfly that served as a clip.
Around her neck she wore a simple two-stand red beaded neclace connected by a small red enamel butterfly. For earrings she wore chandalier red enamel earrings. Around each wrist was one silver bangle decorated with red enamel dots. On the index finger of each hand she wore a ring that matched the bangles. For a purse she carried a small red beaded purse.
She looked quite beautiful in her middle-class adornment. It was clear that she was not royalty yet she was not among the lower class either. Her sister smiled to her, "Now I see why you have never worn this dress. It is worthy of nothing less than the reason in which you wear it today. You are ravishing my darling sister!" Gwen blushed and said, "I must go. The carriage is surely waiting. You will be there correct?" Helena smiled, "Yes. I will be there. I will be out front. I am ready to go now." They then hurried downstairs and kissed their Father goodbye. He chuckled, "Helena, put on your best charms and win over a Knight. And Gweneth, I am sure you will shine. Be careful." The two daughters then left from their home and boarded the waiting covered wagon.
Once at the tourny Gwen and Helena hugged and separated. Helena made her way to be amongst the spectators. Gwen made her way to where the Knights would be to announce who they were Champions for. Helena was not far away.
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Duke Aethelred of Hargrave
Aethelred woke to the sound of scullery maids bustling about the kitchen, the squawks of hens laying eggs, dogs fighting over some lost bone.
He lay on his cot for a few minutes contemplating the plan and how it would proceed. Oh the things I do for my brother. he thought. For King Aethelbert had asked him to personally see to it that the Prize Tournament was a success. And the machinations he would have to go to with regard to the maiden Gwen, well it was at his brother's request. Aethelred almost laughed out loud.
"Roger!! I wish to dress." Aethelred roared for one of his pages. Roger ran through the tent flaps that demarked the Duke's sleeping area. "Fetch a basin with warmed water. I wish not to smell to much of sweat, at least not until after the calling of Lists.... And have the wenches bring me a hearty breakfast Roger, it will be a strenuous first day"
Roger went off to the kitchens to fetch water and some scented oil and quickly returned. Aethelred scratched himself and yawned as Roger helped him bathe with brush and rough cloth. The wenches brought breakfast and giggled upon seeing him unclothed. Aethelred paid them no mind, no more than he would if his horse saw him bare.
He donned course undergarments and his padded gambison, all as dictated by the traditions of the Prize Tourney. Lastly he donned the symbols of his knighthood, silver chain, white belt, spurs.
Aethelred finished his breakfast and found his squires ready and waiting with his armor. They were adept and practiced at donning the Dukes armor and it didn't take long. While many knights polished their armor to a high sheen, the duke preferred his armor blued. The king's own armorer had prepared this particular set and it was near black. Aethelred was very pleased with it. With helmet slung over his shoulder, he mounted his horse and rode to the tourney field.
There he saw Sir Cedric, also already in full armor. Cedric rode up rode up beside him.
"Good morrow to you Your Grace." Cedric tipped his head, a subtle bow. The duke nodded back. "There is the young Gwen." He pointed her out.
"Your Grace, it seems she has been accompanied by her sister. With your permission, I shall divert her attention." Aethelred nodded his assent.
The Duke and various knights trotted past the stands several times, smiling and waving to the populace who mostly cheered. Many maids, both noble and common, came to the front waving scarves or garlands of flowers, some had poseys, some small kerchiegs, all trying to catch the eye of a knight, all hoping to attract the attention of a knight in hopes of being chosen. A chance to be that day's Queen of the Lists.
Aethelred looked to where Gwen sat, caught her eye and nodded. She demurely hid what appeared to be a blush at his attention. Aethelred smiled. She would be perfect.
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The claxons rang out the call to lists and the knights soon assembled. The heralds announced the opening of the Lists and the beginning of the Tournament.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave The chief herald bellowed out his name and titles. As Duke and first brother to the king of the hosting kingdom, Aethelred was the first called to list. He trotted up to the royal pavillion, drew his sword and saluted The Throne, even though the king was not yet in attendance, the throne represented his presence on the field. He trotted toward the stands and stopped in front of the young Gwen and lowered his lance until it's gleaming point was mere inches from her.
"Do me the honor milady." Many in the crowd gasped. Who was this girl that had caught the Duke's eye? But then, it was always such. The commoners reveled in gossipping about the nobility. Though this time, the buzz was louder than expected. Even the gentry was abuzz, no doubt because Gwen wasn't highborn.
Gwen removed a heavily embroidered and beaded cloth from her belt and layed it over the lance. Aethelred raised the lance and caught the favor as it slid toward him. He slipped it over his belt.
"My thanks milady. Win or lose, will you do me the honor of dining with me tonight at the royal table?" Aethelred raised one eyebrow as if to say, "as we have planned."
Aethelred woke to the sound of scullery maids bustling about the kitchen, the squawks of hens laying eggs, dogs fighting over some lost bone.
He lay on his cot for a few minutes contemplating the plan and how it would proceed. Oh the things I do for my brother. he thought. For King Aethelbert had asked him to personally see to it that the Prize Tournament was a success. And the machinations he would have to go to with regard to the maiden Gwen, well it was at his brother's request. Aethelred almost laughed out loud.
"Roger!! I wish to dress." Aethelred roared for one of his pages. Roger ran through the tent flaps that demarked the Duke's sleeping area. "Fetch a basin with warmed water. I wish not to smell to much of sweat, at least not until after the calling of Lists.... And have the wenches bring me a hearty breakfast Roger, it will be a strenuous first day"
Roger went off to the kitchens to fetch water and some scented oil and quickly returned. Aethelred scratched himself and yawned as Roger helped him bathe with brush and rough cloth. The wenches brought breakfast and giggled upon seeing him unclothed. Aethelred paid them no mind, no more than he would if his horse saw him bare.
He donned course undergarments and his padded gambison, all as dictated by the traditions of the Prize Tourney. Lastly he donned the symbols of his knighthood, silver chain, white belt, spurs.
Aethelred finished his breakfast and found his squires ready and waiting with his armor. They were adept and practiced at donning the Dukes armor and it didn't take long. While many knights polished their armor to a high sheen, the duke preferred his armor blued. The king's own armorer had prepared this particular set and it was near black. Aethelred was very pleased with it. With helmet slung over his shoulder, he mounted his horse and rode to the tourney field.
There he saw Sir Cedric, also already in full armor. Cedric rode up rode up beside him.
"Good morrow to you Your Grace." Cedric tipped his head, a subtle bow. The duke nodded back. "There is the young Gwen." He pointed her out.
"Your Grace, it seems she has been accompanied by her sister. With your permission, I shall divert her attention." Aethelred nodded his assent.
The Duke and various knights trotted past the stands several times, smiling and waving to the populace who mostly cheered. Many maids, both noble and common, came to the front waving scarves or garlands of flowers, some had poseys, some small kerchiegs, all trying to catch the eye of a knight, all hoping to attract the attention of a knight in hopes of being chosen. A chance to be that day's Queen of the Lists.
Aethelred looked to where Gwen sat, caught her eye and nodded. She demurely hid what appeared to be a blush at his attention. Aethelred smiled. She would be perfect.
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The claxons rang out the call to lists and the knights soon assembled. The heralds announced the opening of the Lists and the beginning of the Tournament.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave The chief herald bellowed out his name and titles. As Duke and first brother to the king of the hosting kingdom, Aethelred was the first called to list. He trotted up to the royal pavillion, drew his sword and saluted The Throne, even though the king was not yet in attendance, the throne represented his presence on the field. He trotted toward the stands and stopped in front of the young Gwen and lowered his lance until it's gleaming point was mere inches from her.
"Do me the honor milady." Many in the crowd gasped. Who was this girl that had caught the Duke's eye? But then, it was always such. The commoners reveled in gossipping about the nobility. Though this time, the buzz was louder than expected. Even the gentry was abuzz, no doubt because Gwen wasn't highborn.
Gwen removed a heavily embroidered and beaded cloth from her belt and layed it over the lance. Aethelred raised the lance and caught the favor as it slid toward him. He slipped it over his belt.
"My thanks milady. Win or lose, will you do me the honor of dining with me tonight at the royal table?" Aethelred raised one eyebrow as if to say, "as we have planned."
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Gwen had never felt so emabrrised in all her life. From the corner of her eye she could see her sister off in the distance with her hands clasping each other and raised to her chin. Gwen could also hear the gasps of shock from all those around her. Most of the gasps of shock were not positive. She could hear the catty women all around her snipping about the attention she was recieving. They were definitely jealous. Probably the only female there that was not jealous was her sister. Helena was happy for Gwen and it showed.
When the lance was lowered a mere inches from her she was so nervous that she almost forgot about the beaded cloth she brought with her to serve as a favor. She stood for a moment blushing and felt as heavy as a stone statue. She blinked and then snapped from her daze. She brought the favor up and laid it over the lance. She was too nervous to look at him directly so hung her head humbly.
When he asked about dining with him Gwen blushed until her face felt as though it were on fire. She swallowed her embarrisment and raised her head proudly with a warm smile. She bravely looked directly at him and spoke clearly, "I am honored and would be foolish to deny such a request from one as noble as you. Though I have no doubt that you will be victorious this day." There was not enough room to properly curtsey so she bowed her head in respect.
Having done the bravest thing in her life she was glad her part was finished. She then looked back over to her sister and back to the Duke....
When the lance was lowered a mere inches from her she was so nervous that she almost forgot about the beaded cloth she brought with her to serve as a favor. She stood for a moment blushing and felt as heavy as a stone statue. She blinked and then snapped from her daze. She brought the favor up and laid it over the lance. She was too nervous to look at him directly so hung her head humbly.
When he asked about dining with him Gwen blushed until her face felt as though it were on fire. She swallowed her embarrisment and raised her head proudly with a warm smile. She bravely looked directly at him and spoke clearly, "I am honored and would be foolish to deny such a request from one as noble as you. Though I have no doubt that you will be victorious this day." There was not enough room to properly curtsey so she bowed her head in respect.
Having done the bravest thing in her life she was glad her part was finished. She then looked back over to her sister and back to the Duke....
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Aethelred
Aethelred rode back to the paddock and dismounted. His squires took the horse from him to water and grain him before the matches.
"Give him something 'hot' maybe barley and oats. I want lot's of energy out of him today." the Duke called after them. He set his helm on his seat and strode back towards the Lists to watch.
He arrived just in time to see Sir Cedric was asking for Gwen's sister's favor. Good. Cedric will occupy her time while Gwen dines with usand that will make Gwen happy. We would not want her distracted tonight..
Eventually all of the unattached knights had made their choices. The older married knights of course would fight for their wives. It was the custom. Aethelred wondered how many of the young knights were meeting their eventual wives this morn.
The heralds announced the first round of lists and the combatants. The first match...
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave versus Sir Robert Greybeard
Aethelred mounted up. His squire helped him with his tilting helm and tightened it securely, ensuring that the extra straps that kept it secured to his body armor were snug.
Aethelred took up a lance and rode into the eric.
"Sir Robert, I give you leave today to strike me."
"By your leave Your Grace. Good fortune to you today in the lists and may God watch over us." Sir Robert responded.
The first pass of the first combat of the Prize Tourney was with lances up by tradition. The crowd roared its approval. The next three passes would be for real. Whoever won would go to the next round.
The horses reared and charged. Accellerating as they approached each other. The sound of the impact was deafening as wood splintered and shields rang.........
Both had struck well. Both remained seated, though it looked like Sir Robert might have been a bit stunned. They each rounded to their repective ends to obtain new lances.
And charged again. And again that distinctive sound of hooves, wood and steal.... and the loud thump as Sir Robert, unhorsed, hit the ground.
Duke Aethelred brought his horse down to a trot. It had been an excellent pass. Robert had tried the same technique as the first pass and Aethelred had deflected Robert's lance. His own he had dipped and raised, causing Robert to lower his shield ever so slightly. Aethelred's lance had caught Sir Robert just under his far shoulder. That and having his lance torgue away from the glancing blow had all but stopped Sir Robert's forward motion and his horse had all but ridden out from under him.
The crowd roared its approval as coins and trinkets wagered were exchanged.
Sir Robert's squires ran out to attend to their knight as Aethelred again returned to his pavillion.
"Well done milord!!!" His squires and pages were all excited. For some of them, this was their first tourney. For the more experienced, yes they were excited. How could they not be. It was the most important tourney of the year. But though excited, they were not surprised. The Duke was a formidable jouster.
Duke Aethelred sent for a mug of ale and sat down to watch the rest of the first round.
Aethelred rode back to the paddock and dismounted. His squires took the horse from him to water and grain him before the matches.
"Give him something 'hot' maybe barley and oats. I want lot's of energy out of him today." the Duke called after them. He set his helm on his seat and strode back towards the Lists to watch.
He arrived just in time to see Sir Cedric was asking for Gwen's sister's favor. Good. Cedric will occupy her time while Gwen dines with usand that will make Gwen happy. We would not want her distracted tonight..
Eventually all of the unattached knights had made their choices. The older married knights of course would fight for their wives. It was the custom. Aethelred wondered how many of the young knights were meeting their eventual wives this morn.
The heralds announced the first round of lists and the combatants. The first match...
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave versus Sir Robert Greybeard
Aethelred mounted up. His squire helped him with his tilting helm and tightened it securely, ensuring that the extra straps that kept it secured to his body armor were snug.
Aethelred took up a lance and rode into the eric.
"Sir Robert, I give you leave today to strike me."
"By your leave Your Grace. Good fortune to you today in the lists and may God watch over us." Sir Robert responded.
The first pass of the first combat of the Prize Tourney was with lances up by tradition. The crowd roared its approval. The next three passes would be for real. Whoever won would go to the next round.
The horses reared and charged. Accellerating as they approached each other. The sound of the impact was deafening as wood splintered and shields rang.........
Both had struck well. Both remained seated, though it looked like Sir Robert might have been a bit stunned. They each rounded to their repective ends to obtain new lances.
And charged again. And again that distinctive sound of hooves, wood and steal.... and the loud thump as Sir Robert, unhorsed, hit the ground.
Duke Aethelred brought his horse down to a trot. It had been an excellent pass. Robert had tried the same technique as the first pass and Aethelred had deflected Robert's lance. His own he had dipped and raised, causing Robert to lower his shield ever so slightly. Aethelred's lance had caught Sir Robert just under his far shoulder. That and having his lance torgue away from the glancing blow had all but stopped Sir Robert's forward motion and his horse had all but ridden out from under him.
The crowd roared its approval as coins and trinkets wagered were exchanged.
Sir Robert's squires ran out to attend to their knight as Aethelred again returned to his pavillion.
"Well done milord!!!" His squires and pages were all excited. For some of them, this was their first tourney. For the more experienced, yes they were excited. How could they not be. It was the most important tourney of the year. But though excited, they were not surprised. The Duke was a formidable jouster.
Duke Aethelred sent for a mug of ale and sat down to watch the rest of the first round.
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Gwen was pleased to see her sister was receiving attention as well. In fact, she received the attention from Sir Cedric. The very same man she shamelessly flirted with the day before. His sister had been chosen by a champion as well, so it seemed. After Helena gave her favor to her champion, she came over to sit with Gwen. They gave each other a quick hug and giggle with one another. Neither of them had ever experienced such attention before. Especially not Helena. Gwen had men show up occassionally who wanted to court her, but her Father usually handled that for her.
As Gwen watched the Duke prepare for his match up she fiddled with her red beaded purse. She looked over to where the King would sit and saw that he still was not there. She thought to herself, "How odd. I wonder what he is doing?" She shrugged and turned her attention back to the Duke. When he won his match up Gwen and her sister stood up and cheered gleefully for him. As well as being a great harpsichord player she was also a painter. She mentally took note of the scene and decided to paint a picture of the scene that took place before her.
Gwen and Helena sat down to watch more of the events. Gwen could not help but look over to the Duke occasionally. She was there of the King, not him. So, why was she looking to him? Helena on the other hand couldn't keep her eyes off of Sir Cedric. Helena had all kinds of thoughts about the Knight. However, these thoughts were not all honorable. Some of them were a bit dirty.... Gwen thought of things more simply and less sexual. She for a moment imagined sitting in a small row boat chatting with the Duke as he rowed the boat along. Gwen was indeed a romantic sort at heart.
She felt a bit hungry and turned to her sister, "I am famished. Let us go to a merchant and buy something to eat." Her sister agreed and they walked off to a merchant selling pottage. They both bought a bowl of it and sat down at a nearby table to eat it. After eating the meal they returned to their seats just in time to see Sir Cedric preparing for his match up. Helena squeeled as she cheered for her champion....
As Gwen watched the Duke prepare for his match up she fiddled with her red beaded purse. She looked over to where the King would sit and saw that he still was not there. She thought to herself, "How odd. I wonder what he is doing?" She shrugged and turned her attention back to the Duke. When he won his match up Gwen and her sister stood up and cheered gleefully for him. As well as being a great harpsichord player she was also a painter. She mentally took note of the scene and decided to paint a picture of the scene that took place before her.
Gwen and Helena sat down to watch more of the events. Gwen could not help but look over to the Duke occasionally. She was there of the King, not him. So, why was she looking to him? Helena on the other hand couldn't keep her eyes off of Sir Cedric. Helena had all kinds of thoughts about the Knight. However, these thoughts were not all honorable. Some of them were a bit dirty.... Gwen thought of things more simply and less sexual. She for a moment imagined sitting in a small row boat chatting with the Duke as he rowed the boat along. Gwen was indeed a romantic sort at heart.
She felt a bit hungry and turned to her sister, "I am famished. Let us go to a merchant and buy something to eat." Her sister agreed and they walked off to a merchant selling pottage. They both bought a bowl of it and sat down at a nearby table to eat it. After eating the meal they returned to their seats just in time to see Sir Cedric preparing for his match up. Helena squeeled as she cheered for her champion....
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Duke Aethelred
Aethelred was pleased when Sir Cedric won his match, though narrowly. He had nearly been unhorsed in the second pass but had managed to regain his balance before he lost his seat. Cedric had a fine horse, the charger had done much to keep itself under Cedric.
The knights of Generia fared well, about half won their matches. The others who lost comported themselves honorably and did the kingdom proud. Several foreign knights were making names for themselves.
Aethelred had watched all of those matches carefully. His next opponent would likely be among them.
The first round of lists completed and Aethelred called for his midday meal. He thought of calling for the young Gwen but saw that she had disappeared from the stands. Time enough tonight...
He called out to a page, "Alrond, you know the lady I fight for?" He nodded. "Well go seek her out and attend to her should she need anything. And arrange for a palliquin to carry her here to sup with us tonight. Be sure to tell her that you've made these arrangements to bring her here. No mistakes now..... I would be displeased if she wandered off."
"Oh and Alrond, if she should suggest her sister accompany her, tell her it would not do. If they insist, remind them that Sir Cedric carries her favor and must arrange for her supper this night."
Aethelred figured it would not come to that, Cedric would be sure to take care of it, but it never hurt to have a second plan.
Aethelred partook of his repast, a haunch of meat, brown bread, and sweet wine. He finished these with gusto as he thought about his next match and the evening to follow.
The trumpets soon brayed and the heralds called out the next match.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave versus Earl Herbert Talbot of Mirsland
For Aethelred, it was as before. He gave leave to Herbert to strike him and as was the custom, the Earl, being landed, did likewise. Aethelred had watched Talbot's first match and had seen a flaw in his technique.
On the very first pass, after the two warriors charged each other and the dust had cleared, Talbot was cleanly unhorsed. The squires ran to assist him and upon seeing him sprawled on the ground, yelled for the Chirigeon. Aethelred looked to his lance and saw a foot of it was missing, broken away and sure enough, it appeared to be sprouting from Talbot shoulder. A pity thought Aethelred. Splinter wounds were often septic and fatal. He prayed that Talbot would recover....
Aethelred returned to his pavillion and began removing his armor, having completed both of his matches for the day. He watched a couple more matches, noting that Cedric did better in the second round and won easily.
Aethelred saw the afternoon shadows were lengthening, if Alrond were attending to his duties properly, he would be bringing Gwen within the hour. Aethelred reentered his pavillion and called out for his bath.
Aethelred was pleased when Sir Cedric won his match, though narrowly. He had nearly been unhorsed in the second pass but had managed to regain his balance before he lost his seat. Cedric had a fine horse, the charger had done much to keep itself under Cedric.
The knights of Generia fared well, about half won their matches. The others who lost comported themselves honorably and did the kingdom proud. Several foreign knights were making names for themselves.
Aethelred had watched all of those matches carefully. His next opponent would likely be among them.
The first round of lists completed and Aethelred called for his midday meal. He thought of calling for the young Gwen but saw that she had disappeared from the stands. Time enough tonight...
He called out to a page, "Alrond, you know the lady I fight for?" He nodded. "Well go seek her out and attend to her should she need anything. And arrange for a palliquin to carry her here to sup with us tonight. Be sure to tell her that you've made these arrangements to bring her here. No mistakes now..... I would be displeased if she wandered off."
"Oh and Alrond, if she should suggest her sister accompany her, tell her it would not do. If they insist, remind them that Sir Cedric carries her favor and must arrange for her supper this night."
Aethelred figured it would not come to that, Cedric would be sure to take care of it, but it never hurt to have a second plan.
Aethelred partook of his repast, a haunch of meat, brown bread, and sweet wine. He finished these with gusto as he thought about his next match and the evening to follow.
The trumpets soon brayed and the heralds called out the next match.
Duke Aethelred of Hargrave versus Earl Herbert Talbot of Mirsland
For Aethelred, it was as before. He gave leave to Herbert to strike him and as was the custom, the Earl, being landed, did likewise. Aethelred had watched Talbot's first match and had seen a flaw in his technique.
On the very first pass, after the two warriors charged each other and the dust had cleared, Talbot was cleanly unhorsed. The squires ran to assist him and upon seeing him sprawled on the ground, yelled for the Chirigeon. Aethelred looked to his lance and saw a foot of it was missing, broken away and sure enough, it appeared to be sprouting from Talbot shoulder. A pity thought Aethelred. Splinter wounds were often septic and fatal. He prayed that Talbot would recover....
Aethelred returned to his pavillion and began removing his armor, having completed both of his matches for the day. He watched a couple more matches, noting that Cedric did better in the second round and won easily.
Aethelred saw the afternoon shadows were lengthening, if Alrond were attending to his duties properly, he would be bringing Gwen within the hour. Aethelred reentered his pavillion and called out for his bath.
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A page named Alrond came for Gwen after the matched concluded. He said she was to meet with the duke to sup. A palanquin occompanied him. She looked to the four men holding it up and saw there was only room for one. She looked to her sister and back to the page, "But, my sister must go with me." The page smiled politely, "No, the invitation was for you alone, fair lady. I do apologize but that is the wishes of the Duke." Gwen crossed her arms defiantly, "Then I won't go!" Helena was quick to speak up, "Gwen! No! You must go. You will dishonor the DUke if you do not." Helena looked over her shoulder, "Besides, I see Sir Cedric over there. My Champion. I'd rather go and chat with him." Gwen laughed, "You mean flirt with him." Helena chuckled, "Flirt.... Chat.... It's all the same to me. I better go over there and fend off all those wenches who are drooling over my champion." Gewn sighed, "Very well, little sister. Stay out of toruble." They hugged and Gwen turned back to the page, "I am ready." The page then assisted her up onto the palanquin. She thanked him and was led away.
She was soon led off of the palanquin and the men went on their way. The same page was there waiting by a set a of large double doors. He said, "Please, fair lady, wait here. I will come for you when the Duke is ready." Gwen nervously stood in the large hall and felt alone and nervous. She did not know what to expect this evening.
She was soon led off of the palanquin and the men went on their way. The same page was there waiting by a set a of large double doors. He said, "Please, fair lady, wait here. I will come for you when the Duke is ready." Gwen nervously stood in the large hall and felt alone and nervous. She did not know what to expect this evening.
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Aethelred
Aethelred cuffed Alrond behind the ear.
"Dolt, Simpleton. You took her to the castle? I told you to bring her here." Aethelred thought for a minute.
"Very well... I'm sure you'll get none tonight when you tell the cook and scullery maids that the dinner must be transported to the castle. It'll cost you all your priveledges no doubt but that's on you young whelp."
"Now see if you can get this straight. Another mistake and I'll send you to Mallard for a session on his rack. Understood? go tell Cedric what you've done and that I won't require his assistance tonight. He is free to do as he wishes this night and I'll expect to see him on the morrow."
Aethelred sent for his horse. It was but a short ride to the castle. He called for his chambermaid Elsbeth and told her to draw a warm bath, that she would be attending to a highborn lady who was to be bathed and oiled, annointed with herbs and soothing linaments. Be sure to take her clothes to the laundry and have them cleaned for the morrow.
He reminded Elsbeth of the dress the king had had made for the Queen of the Lists. Yes the red one. She is to wear it tonight. Make a large fire in my antechambers. I want it warm in there. Our guest must be comfortable, I would not want her to come down with the ague.
Aethelred strode down the hall to where Gwen must be waiting. He cursed when he realized that idiot Alrond had left her at the entry. He hurried to the doors and it must have seemed that he had all but burst through them.
Gwen jumped, startled by his sudden appearance... gathered herself, and curtsied.
"Your Grace, I... I... I'm honored"
Aethelred smiled warmly.
"Please dear Gwen, Do not be nervous. I am certainly not one to be frightened of. It is I who am honored that you should allow me to fight for you this day."
He winked at her and lifted an eyebrow "towards" some nearby tapesties, as if to say "Keep up the pretence, we are being watched."
He gently took her by the hand and began to escort her down the long entry hall. Her eyes darted everywhere as if in awe of the finery. Very few non-landed gentry ever got a chance to see these halls. All the while, the Duke tried to ease her nervousness by making light conversation.
"Dear Gwen, did you enjoy the first day of tourney? Were not the lists exciting? Too bad about the Earl's injury, but was it not an excellent joust? Your gown is quite lovely, did you make it yourself?" And a myriad of other questions and comments....
He soon had Gwen conversing with him and at her ease.
Aethelred cuffed Alrond behind the ear.
"Dolt, Simpleton. You took her to the castle? I told you to bring her here." Aethelred thought for a minute.
"Very well... I'm sure you'll get none tonight when you tell the cook and scullery maids that the dinner must be transported to the castle. It'll cost you all your priveledges no doubt but that's on you young whelp."
"Now see if you can get this straight. Another mistake and I'll send you to Mallard for a session on his rack. Understood? go tell Cedric what you've done and that I won't require his assistance tonight. He is free to do as he wishes this night and I'll expect to see him on the morrow."
Aethelred sent for his horse. It was but a short ride to the castle. He called for his chambermaid Elsbeth and told her to draw a warm bath, that she would be attending to a highborn lady who was to be bathed and oiled, annointed with herbs and soothing linaments. Be sure to take her clothes to the laundry and have them cleaned for the morrow.
He reminded Elsbeth of the dress the king had had made for the Queen of the Lists. Yes the red one. She is to wear it tonight. Make a large fire in my antechambers. I want it warm in there. Our guest must be comfortable, I would not want her to come down with the ague.
Aethelred strode down the hall to where Gwen must be waiting. He cursed when he realized that idiot Alrond had left her at the entry. He hurried to the doors and it must have seemed that he had all but burst through them.
Gwen jumped, startled by his sudden appearance... gathered herself, and curtsied.
"Your Grace, I... I... I'm honored"
Aethelred smiled warmly.
"Please dear Gwen, Do not be nervous. I am certainly not one to be frightened of. It is I who am honored that you should allow me to fight for you this day."
He winked at her and lifted an eyebrow "towards" some nearby tapesties, as if to say "Keep up the pretence, we are being watched."
He gently took her by the hand and began to escort her down the long entry hall. Her eyes darted everywhere as if in awe of the finery. Very few non-landed gentry ever got a chance to see these halls. All the while, the Duke tried to ease her nervousness by making light conversation.
"Dear Gwen, did you enjoy the first day of tourney? Were not the lists exciting? Too bad about the Earl's injury, but was it not an excellent joust? Your gown is quite lovely, did you make it yourself?" And a myriad of other questions and comments....
He soon had Gwen conversing with him and at her ease.
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When the Duke rushed through the doors she gasped and stepped back in fear. As her heart raced he came to her and calmed her. When he made sure she understood they were being watched she said very little and tried to act regal. Unknown to Gwen she did not have to try hard. She was quite poised and beautiful.
After a few words he took her hand and began to lead her down the hall. He asked so many questions that Gwen blushed at his interest. She smiled sweetly to him, "Yes, the tourny has been wonderful today. I had no doubt that you would be victorious. You honored me well." She then looked up to him and quickly averted her gaze back to in front of her, "As for my dress. Yes, actually I did make it. My father bought the material and I made it. I made the one my sister is wearing this day as well. There are many things I like to do. I also like to paint and I even play the harpsichord." She looked to him again and lokoed away just as quickly, "Perhaps you would honor me by allowing me to play for you some day." She shook her head thinking that what she said was absurd, "I am sorry. You surely have musicians much more skilled than I. I have much respect for one of the royal musicians. His name is Edward Dubois. I would love to be as gifted as he."
Feeling as though she had been rambling on she exhaled, "Please forgive my rambling. I am not used to such interest in me. And for someone of your position to show even the slightest bit of interest can be quite over whelming." Her heart fluttered and she enjoyed the way her dainty hand felt in his strong manly hand. Again she felt an attraction to him. But, she must put such feelings aside. She was there to meet the king and the Duke was surely just keeping her company as a favor to him.
After a few words he took her hand and began to lead her down the hall. He asked so many questions that Gwen blushed at his interest. She smiled sweetly to him, "Yes, the tourny has been wonderful today. I had no doubt that you would be victorious. You honored me well." She then looked up to him and quickly averted her gaze back to in front of her, "As for my dress. Yes, actually I did make it. My father bought the material and I made it. I made the one my sister is wearing this day as well. There are many things I like to do. I also like to paint and I even play the harpsichord." She looked to him again and lokoed away just as quickly, "Perhaps you would honor me by allowing me to play for you some day." She shook her head thinking that what she said was absurd, "I am sorry. You surely have musicians much more skilled than I. I have much respect for one of the royal musicians. His name is Edward Dubois. I would love to be as gifted as he."
Feeling as though she had been rambling on she exhaled, "Please forgive my rambling. I am not used to such interest in me. And for someone of your position to show even the slightest bit of interest can be quite over whelming." Her heart fluttered and she enjoyed the way her dainty hand felt in his strong manly hand. Again she felt an attraction to him. But, she must put such feelings aside. She was there to meet the king and the Duke was surely just keeping her company as a favor to him.
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Aethelred
Aethelred took in the information he needed, plus a few tidbits about her family, their names, and how her sister was so taken with Cedric... Good for him, Cedric serves us so well for so little reward... I'm sure he will find some amusement in this Helena. ..but for most of the rest, his mind was elsewhere, tomorrow's joust, this evening's meal and entertainment, though he did not show it nor did he let his side of the conversation flag.
When the arrived at the foot of the stairs they were met by Elsbeth. He turned to Gwen....
"Elsbeth will take you so that you may freshen up before supper. Please go with her. I've arranged for your things to be laundered. they must be dusty from the day's jousting. The king himself has made a suggestion and has arranged a gown that he would have you wear. It is, in fact, the gown that the Queen of the Lists will wear."
Aethelred chuckled and went on. "His majesty is so sure that I shall prevail and win the tournament, it is only fitting that you should get to wear the gown more than once. So if you will do us the honor."
Aethelred bowed, stepped aside and indicated Gwen should accompany Elsbeth up the stairs.
Gwen looked unsure of herself, whether she should go, but in the end she followed. Actually Elsbeth, believing Gwen to be landed, adroitly maneuvered Gwen so that Gwen actually led them up the stairs. At the top, Elsbeth curtsied and indicated the turns to take and the passages to follow.
She opened the door to the duke's antechamber, though there was no way for Gwen to know these's were the duke's own living quarters. Gwen gave a gasp as she entered. The tapestries so vibrant, thick rugs, large chairs covered with furs and soft looking pillows, paintings and even some statuary.....
The fireplace was ablaze, cutting any cool or dampness that might have creeped in.... and a large tub near the fireplace. A maid servant was topping it off with a pot of hot water and testing it with her elbow.
"Milady, may I help you with your gown?" Elsbeth inquired.
Aethelred took in the information he needed, plus a few tidbits about her family, their names, and how her sister was so taken with Cedric... Good for him, Cedric serves us so well for so little reward... I'm sure he will find some amusement in this Helena. ..but for most of the rest, his mind was elsewhere, tomorrow's joust, this evening's meal and entertainment, though he did not show it nor did he let his side of the conversation flag.
When the arrived at the foot of the stairs they were met by Elsbeth. He turned to Gwen....
"Elsbeth will take you so that you may freshen up before supper. Please go with her. I've arranged for your things to be laundered. they must be dusty from the day's jousting. The king himself has made a suggestion and has arranged a gown that he would have you wear. It is, in fact, the gown that the Queen of the Lists will wear."
Aethelred chuckled and went on. "His majesty is so sure that I shall prevail and win the tournament, it is only fitting that you should get to wear the gown more than once. So if you will do us the honor."
Aethelred bowed, stepped aside and indicated Gwen should accompany Elsbeth up the stairs.
Gwen looked unsure of herself, whether she should go, but in the end she followed. Actually Elsbeth, believing Gwen to be landed, adroitly maneuvered Gwen so that Gwen actually led them up the stairs. At the top, Elsbeth curtsied and indicated the turns to take and the passages to follow.
She opened the door to the duke's antechamber, though there was no way for Gwen to know these's were the duke's own living quarters. Gwen gave a gasp as she entered. The tapestries so vibrant, thick rugs, large chairs covered with furs and soft looking pillows, paintings and even some statuary.....
The fireplace was ablaze, cutting any cool or dampness that might have creeped in.... and a large tub near the fireplace. A maid servant was topping it off with a pot of hot water and testing it with her elbow.
"Milady, may I help you with your gown?" Elsbeth inquired.
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Gwen was in awe when the door opend to reveal emaculate chambers. Never had she seen such spendor in all her life. She could not believe she was expected to use these chambers to freshen up. As she looked around she knew she could spend days appreciating the chambers she stood in.
The fire was warm and the bath was inviting. She did indeed feel dusty and did desire to be clean when meeting the King. But then Elsbeth asked to help with her gown. Gwen usually dressed herself. Though that very same morning a servant girl did help her. Her father could only afford three servants. There was a Steward (Butler), a Maid Servant and a Cook. The Maid Servant was responsible for keeping the house clean. But, occassionally she acted as a Chamber Maid as well. So, she actually did two jobs. To compensate for her added duties, she lived in the same house. The cook came to the house two times daily and did not reside there. He cooked breakfast and dinner. Anything in between was up to the sisters. Though Helena often talked her way out of any work. The Steward also lived in the household.
So, Gwen was accustomed to some assistance by servants. But, not on the scale that existed in nobility. Everywhere she walked she saw servants keeping busy with their duties. It seemed that there was a servant to help with everything a noble needed. Save maybe breathing only. Gwen chuckled within herself, "There is probably a way for servants to breathe for their masters as well."
Gwen snapped herself free of her thoughts and turned to the servant girl. Gwen wanted to seem as though she was accustomed to such assistance. So, she politely said, "Yes. Thank You." When Gwen said thank you the girl looked to her with an odd expression. Gwen furrowed her brows, "Does something trouble you?" The girl smiled and looked nervous, "No. All is well, My Lady. It is just uncommon for the servants to be thanked for that which they are paid to do." Gwen shifted her weight, "I see nothing wrong with pleasantries to a dedicated servant as yourself." Elsbeth smile wide as if proud of herself, "You are most kind. Let us get you into the bath before the water turns cold."
Elsbeth led her to the tub and removed her clothing. Elsbeth smile as she could not help but take a quick peek at Gwen's body. She motioned to the tub, "Please sit in the water. I will wash your hair for you if you like." Gwen blushed as she caught the girl peeoking at her body. She quickly stepped into the tub and Elsbeth walked around the tub. She slid over a stool behind the tub where she coud get at Gwen's hair. She undid the braid and the beads that were interwoven in her hair. As her long blonde hair fell loose Elsbeth silently admire her thick wavy hair. She said, "Please forgive my boldness, but your hair is beautiful. It is a shame you do not wear it lose more often." Gwen blushed but tried to act as though she was unaffected, "Thank you. But, it can prove to untamed to wear down. I prefer it tamed." Elsbeth laughed softly.
Elsbeth then proceeded to wash Gwen's hair. After which she proceeded to washing Gwen's back. The last time Gwen could remember anyone bathing her, she was a child. However, it did feel nice to be bathed by someone else. Elsbeth then moved the stool to side beside Gwen. She wet the cloth in the water and brought it up to Gwen's chest. Not wanting to seem unaccustomed to such assistance she leaned back and hoped she was not visibly blushing. Her nipples quickly reacted to the cloth. Gwen released a soft sigh that caught the attention of Elsbeth.
Elsbeth looked to her and Gwen said, "Thank you. I believe I can bathe the rest of myself." Elsbeth sraped the washcloth over the side of the tub and stood up with a smile, "Very well, My Lady. I will wait in the corner until you are finished bathing." With that she took the stool over to a corner and sat with her back to Gwen. Gwen fisnished bathing herself and said, "I am finished bathing, Elsbeth." Elsbeth rushed over and held a a towel out for Gwen. As Gwen stepped from the bath Elsbeth wrapped the towel around her. She then took another towel and said, "Please bend your neck down so that I may wrap your hair." She did as requested and Elbethh wrapped her hair.
Elsbeth then led her over to plush sofa. She said, "Please sit here while I dry your hair. Then, we will get you dressed. I will return your hair to it's previous state after you are dressed." Elsbeth stood behind the sofa and unwrapped Gwen's hair. She use the nery same towel to squeeze dry Gwen's hair as much as possible. She then walked back before her, "Please stand so that I may rub the fine lotion on your body." Gwen stood and Elsbeth removed the towel. She proceeded to rub Gwen's body down with the lotion. Though Elsbeth seemed to be innocently rubbing the lotion all over her body, Gwen found the new sensations a bit intriguing.
When the lotion session was completed Gwen loved how she smelled and felt. She had never felt so pampered. She thought to herself, "I could get used to this." The dress the King supposedly wished for her to wear was put on. Gwen thought it odd how no under garments were worn but decided the servant probably knew best in this regard. As she was being dressed she thought of what the Duke said about Queen of the Lists. She marveled at how such a simple girl was being so honored. Gwen thought to herseilf, "Do I dare wonder what is expected of me in return?"
After she was dressed she was led to a vanity and sat down on the cushioned stool. Elsbeth brushed Gwen's hair, french braided it and inter-weaved the red beads and tied the end off with the red glass butterlfy clip. Elsbeth then rubbed beautifully scented oils into the flesh of Gwen's neck and wrists. When she was complete she exhaled and said, "It appears my work is complete, My Lady." Gwen stood up and Elsbeth smiled widely, "You are beautiful. All who see you will be delighted by the sight of you." Gwen blushed yet again, "Thank you for your kind words. You have done a fine job prepairing me." Elsbeth bowed, "Please make yourself comfortable as I find where you are to go next." Gwen nodded and sat down on the plush sofa that she had sat on before. As she sat, she starred at the fire in an effort to calm her nerves. She knew the meeting was near. She hoped she could present herself in a non-offending fashion.
The fire was warm and the bath was inviting. She did indeed feel dusty and did desire to be clean when meeting the King. But then Elsbeth asked to help with her gown. Gwen usually dressed herself. Though that very same morning a servant girl did help her. Her father could only afford three servants. There was a Steward (Butler), a Maid Servant and a Cook. The Maid Servant was responsible for keeping the house clean. But, occassionally she acted as a Chamber Maid as well. So, she actually did two jobs. To compensate for her added duties, she lived in the same house. The cook came to the house two times daily and did not reside there. He cooked breakfast and dinner. Anything in between was up to the sisters. Though Helena often talked her way out of any work. The Steward also lived in the household.
So, Gwen was accustomed to some assistance by servants. But, not on the scale that existed in nobility. Everywhere she walked she saw servants keeping busy with their duties. It seemed that there was a servant to help with everything a noble needed. Save maybe breathing only. Gwen chuckled within herself, "There is probably a way for servants to breathe for their masters as well."
Gwen snapped herself free of her thoughts and turned to the servant girl. Gwen wanted to seem as though she was accustomed to such assistance. So, she politely said, "Yes. Thank You." When Gwen said thank you the girl looked to her with an odd expression. Gwen furrowed her brows, "Does something trouble you?" The girl smiled and looked nervous, "No. All is well, My Lady. It is just uncommon for the servants to be thanked for that which they are paid to do." Gwen shifted her weight, "I see nothing wrong with pleasantries to a dedicated servant as yourself." Elsbeth smile wide as if proud of herself, "You are most kind. Let us get you into the bath before the water turns cold."
Elsbeth led her to the tub and removed her clothing. Elsbeth smile as she could not help but take a quick peek at Gwen's body. She motioned to the tub, "Please sit in the water. I will wash your hair for you if you like." Gwen blushed as she caught the girl peeoking at her body. She quickly stepped into the tub and Elsbeth walked around the tub. She slid over a stool behind the tub where she coud get at Gwen's hair. She undid the braid and the beads that were interwoven in her hair. As her long blonde hair fell loose Elsbeth silently admire her thick wavy hair. She said, "Please forgive my boldness, but your hair is beautiful. It is a shame you do not wear it lose more often." Gwen blushed but tried to act as though she was unaffected, "Thank you. But, it can prove to untamed to wear down. I prefer it tamed." Elsbeth laughed softly.
Elsbeth then proceeded to wash Gwen's hair. After which she proceeded to washing Gwen's back. The last time Gwen could remember anyone bathing her, she was a child. However, it did feel nice to be bathed by someone else. Elsbeth then moved the stool to side beside Gwen. She wet the cloth in the water and brought it up to Gwen's chest. Not wanting to seem unaccustomed to such assistance she leaned back and hoped she was not visibly blushing. Her nipples quickly reacted to the cloth. Gwen released a soft sigh that caught the attention of Elsbeth.
Elsbeth looked to her and Gwen said, "Thank you. I believe I can bathe the rest of myself." Elsbeth sraped the washcloth over the side of the tub and stood up with a smile, "Very well, My Lady. I will wait in the corner until you are finished bathing." With that she took the stool over to a corner and sat with her back to Gwen. Gwen fisnished bathing herself and said, "I am finished bathing, Elsbeth." Elsbeth rushed over and held a a towel out for Gwen. As Gwen stepped from the bath Elsbeth wrapped the towel around her. She then took another towel and said, "Please bend your neck down so that I may wrap your hair." She did as requested and Elbethh wrapped her hair.
Elsbeth then led her over to plush sofa. She said, "Please sit here while I dry your hair. Then, we will get you dressed. I will return your hair to it's previous state after you are dressed." Elsbeth stood behind the sofa and unwrapped Gwen's hair. She use the nery same towel to squeeze dry Gwen's hair as much as possible. She then walked back before her, "Please stand so that I may rub the fine lotion on your body." Gwen stood and Elsbeth removed the towel. She proceeded to rub Gwen's body down with the lotion. Though Elsbeth seemed to be innocently rubbing the lotion all over her body, Gwen found the new sensations a bit intriguing.
When the lotion session was completed Gwen loved how she smelled and felt. She had never felt so pampered. She thought to herself, "I could get used to this." The dress the King supposedly wished for her to wear was put on. Gwen thought it odd how no under garments were worn but decided the servant probably knew best in this regard. As she was being dressed she thought of what the Duke said about Queen of the Lists. She marveled at how such a simple girl was being so honored. Gwen thought to herseilf, "Do I dare wonder what is expected of me in return?"
After she was dressed she was led to a vanity and sat down on the cushioned stool. Elsbeth brushed Gwen's hair, french braided it and inter-weaved the red beads and tied the end off with the red glass butterlfy clip. Elsbeth then rubbed beautifully scented oils into the flesh of Gwen's neck and wrists. When she was complete she exhaled and said, "It appears my work is complete, My Lady." Gwen stood up and Elsbeth smiled widely, "You are beautiful. All who see you will be delighted by the sight of you." Gwen blushed yet again, "Thank you for your kind words. You have done a fine job prepairing me." Elsbeth bowed, "Please make yourself comfortable as I find where you are to go next." Gwen nodded and sat down on the plush sofa that she had sat on before. As she sat, she starred at the fire in an effort to calm her nerves. She knew the meeting was near. She hoped she could present herself in a non-offending fashion.
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Duke Aethelred
Elsbeth found Duke Aethelred near the stables talking to the blacksmith. She approached and waited, knowing the duke would get to her when he was ready. Soon the smith bowed with a "yes your Grace" and departed. Aethelred turned to Elsbeth.
"Is she ready?" he asked.
"Yes milord and waiting in your antechambers as you requested."
"And the gown, she is wearing it?" Again Elsbeth nodded replied affirmatively. "You have our thanks Elsbeth. The duke nodded in appreciation. Elsbeth rarely failed him but then she was always a quick study.
"Have the dinner sent up and laid on the table. Ring the bell and depart when it is ready." Elsbeth curtsied and went off towards the kitchens.
Aethelred reentered the main keep and climbed the stairs to his chambers. He knocked once at the first door so as to not startle her as he had earlier at the main entrance and strode in.
Gwen was standing in the middle of the room and curtsied as he entered.
She was vision!! The gown fit perfectly and on her body it created exactly the effect it had been designed to create. It was a traditional "Gates of Hell" dress. The sleeveless dress had a full skirt of red brocade, which clung enticingly to Gwens hips yet flowed fully down to the floor. The hem and armholes were trimmed in white ermine. Front (and rear, though currently not within the dukes view) was sculpted in to reveal a hint of skin at the waist and widened at the bosom to cover Gwen's proud breasts.
Aethelred gaze settled on Gwen as if she were a doe and he was on the hunt, his eyes never left her as he approached. It was his gaze that apparently unsettled Gwen as Aethelred could see color come to her cheeks and her breathing quickened, making her breasts heave as if in anticipation of a lover.
As Aethelred skirted his way around an intervening chair, Gwen quickly turned to remain facing him. Aethelred gave no outward sign but chuckled. Of course. Because although Gwen acted as if she were highborn, she had never before worn such a gown and certainly not in the manner it had been presented to her, without chemise nor underdress.
For this particular Gates of Hell dress, the armholes were exceptionally extended, all the way down to her hips, and Gwen instinctually knew that the side view would reveal most of her naked charms to the dukes gaze.
"My dear Lady" Aethelred began, knowing she would be flattered by the implication of a title, "if only you were meant for me and not my brother. You are a vision of beauty and the gown, why it's as if it were made specifically for you. The king will be most pleased."
At the mention of the king, Gwen seemed to settle down again and Aethelred took her hand and gently kissed it in greeting.
"How was your bath? Did Elsbeth see to your needs?"
Elsbeth found Duke Aethelred near the stables talking to the blacksmith. She approached and waited, knowing the duke would get to her when he was ready. Soon the smith bowed with a "yes your Grace" and departed. Aethelred turned to Elsbeth.
"Is she ready?" he asked.
"Yes milord and waiting in your antechambers as you requested."
"And the gown, she is wearing it?" Again Elsbeth nodded replied affirmatively. "You have our thanks Elsbeth. The duke nodded in appreciation. Elsbeth rarely failed him but then she was always a quick study.
"Have the dinner sent up and laid on the table. Ring the bell and depart when it is ready." Elsbeth curtsied and went off towards the kitchens.
Aethelred reentered the main keep and climbed the stairs to his chambers. He knocked once at the first door so as to not startle her as he had earlier at the main entrance and strode in.
Gwen was standing in the middle of the room and curtsied as he entered.
She was vision!! The gown fit perfectly and on her body it created exactly the effect it had been designed to create. It was a traditional "Gates of Hell" dress. The sleeveless dress had a full skirt of red brocade, which clung enticingly to Gwens hips yet flowed fully down to the floor. The hem and armholes were trimmed in white ermine. Front (and rear, though currently not within the dukes view) was sculpted in to reveal a hint of skin at the waist and widened at the bosom to cover Gwen's proud breasts.
Aethelred gaze settled on Gwen as if she were a doe and he was on the hunt, his eyes never left her as he approached. It was his gaze that apparently unsettled Gwen as Aethelred could see color come to her cheeks and her breathing quickened, making her breasts heave as if in anticipation of a lover.
As Aethelred skirted his way around an intervening chair, Gwen quickly turned to remain facing him. Aethelred gave no outward sign but chuckled. Of course. Because although Gwen acted as if she were highborn, she had never before worn such a gown and certainly not in the manner it had been presented to her, without chemise nor underdress.
For this particular Gates of Hell dress, the armholes were exceptionally extended, all the way down to her hips, and Gwen instinctually knew that the side view would reveal most of her naked charms to the dukes gaze.
"My dear Lady" Aethelred began, knowing she would be flattered by the implication of a title, "if only you were meant for me and not my brother. You are a vision of beauty and the gown, why it's as if it were made specifically for you. The king will be most pleased."
At the mention of the king, Gwen seemed to settle down again and Aethelred took her hand and gently kissed it in greeting.
"How was your bath? Did Elsbeth see to your needs?"
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Gwen felt akward in the revealing clothing. Never had she not had under clothes on. She could not understand why the King would want her to appear before him in such a manner. Whe the Duke spoke of how he wished she was meant for him she blushed. She knew he was just being complimetary and had no idea that should would have been happy to indeed be meant for him.
When the Duke kissed her hand her heart raced and she exhaled softly. When he asked of the bath she calmly answered, "It was good. I have been rubbed down in fine lotion and oils. I find I like it. I must admit, I could easily get used to such pampering." Gwen blushed a bit as she contined to try to keep a side view of her to a minimum.
Seeing a harpsichord in a corner she nervously asked, "How long am I too wait in here?" If it was going to be awhile she would ask to play the harpsichord. If she would be called away soon she would not ask to play the harpsichord.
When the Duke kissed her hand her heart raced and she exhaled softly. When he asked of the bath she calmly answered, "It was good. I have been rubbed down in fine lotion and oils. I find I like it. I must admit, I could easily get used to such pampering." Gwen blushed a bit as she contined to try to keep a side view of her to a minimum.
Seeing a harpsichord in a corner she nervously asked, "How long am I too wait in here?" If it was going to be awhile she would ask to play the harpsichord. If she would be called away soon she would not ask to play the harpsichord.
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Aethelred
"It shant be long but perhaps you would do me the kindness of playing for me. It is a fine instrument." Aethelred had noted Gwen's keen interest in the harpsichord and knew it would distract her. He escorted her to the instrument and pulled the bench back so that she could sit.
"It's made of the finest rosewoods with brass inlays. These keys are made of ivory from an animal they say has tusks bigger than a sealion. These keys are made of ironwood and have been laquered. If you stare at them too long you feel like you could fall into their depths."
Gwen's hands caressed the inlays and carvings, she seemed mesmorized by the instrument and then leaned forward and placed her hands on the keys.
Aethelred had lowered himself to sit beside her on the bench and admired the swell of her breast which were readily revealed as she leant forward. They rose with her every breath and he could see a hint of pink as she raised her hands to the keys.
Aethelred also saw the soft swell of of her belly as the front of the gown grew slack and fell forward. A pretty little stomach.
Their repast would be ready soon. but in the meantime he would enjoy the view she offered while she played.
"It shant be long but perhaps you would do me the kindness of playing for me. It is a fine instrument." Aethelred had noted Gwen's keen interest in the harpsichord and knew it would distract her. He escorted her to the instrument and pulled the bench back so that she could sit.
"It's made of the finest rosewoods with brass inlays. These keys are made of ivory from an animal they say has tusks bigger than a sealion. These keys are made of ironwood and have been laquered. If you stare at them too long you feel like you could fall into their depths."
Gwen's hands caressed the inlays and carvings, she seemed mesmorized by the instrument and then leaned forward and placed her hands on the keys.
Aethelred had lowered himself to sit beside her on the bench and admired the swell of her breast which were readily revealed as she leant forward. They rose with her every breath and he could see a hint of pink as she raised her hands to the keys.
Aethelred also saw the soft swell of of her belly as the front of the gown grew slack and fell forward. A pretty little stomach.
Their repast would be ready soon. but in the meantime he would enjoy the view she offered while she played.
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Gwen thought the harpsichord was the most beautiful one she had ever seen. She almost felt undeserving to stroke it's keys. Gwen knew to play for one as high born as Aethelred she knew her performance should be no less than perfect. And to play on such a beautiful instrument she knew she owed it respect as well. All of these thoughts helped to distract Gwen from how the dress revealed her. And she did not seem to notice the glances Aethelred made to her body.
She looked to him and said, "It is an honor to play for you and to play on such a beautiful harpsichord. I hope my music will please your ears. This is my favorite song to play. You may know it." She looked back to the keys and began to stroke the keys as if she wwere making love to them. As she always did when playing the harpsichord she became part of the music. She felt it deep in her soul. She had a tendency to close her eyes while she played. As she continued on she closed her eyes while she played for Aethelred as well. She played that song even better than she ever had before. And to play on such a finely tuned harpsichord made her music sound even more beautiful.
When she was finished she nervously opened her eyes and looked to Aethelred, "So, did you like it?"
She looked to him and said, "It is an honor to play for you and to play on such a beautiful harpsichord. I hope my music will please your ears. This is my favorite song to play. You may know it." She looked back to the keys and began to stroke the keys as if she wwere making love to them. As she always did when playing the harpsichord she became part of the music. She felt it deep in her soul. She had a tendency to close her eyes while she played. As she continued on she closed her eyes while she played for Aethelred as well. She played that song even better than she ever had before. And to play on such a finely tuned harpsichord made her music sound even more beautiful.
When she was finished she nervously opened her eyes and looked to Aethelred, "So, did you like it?"
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Aethelred
"Beautiful, simply beautiful my dear." but Aethelred was commenting on the lust provoking view Gwen had given him. Tantalizing glimpses of her coral nipple as her hands played across the keyboard and her breathing had matched the tempo.
Whether the dress had been rubbing or it was just the passion of the music Gwen felt, he could now even detect the little nubs of flesh denting the fabric of the gown.
"I don't know if I've ever witnessed such an inspiring performance Gwen." Yes it was quite stimulating. Aethelred had finally found a reason to appreciate the harpsichord for something other than its craftmanship, being that he was tone deaf.
A bell rang from nearby, Aethelred knew it was summoning them to dine.
"Ah, we have been summoned for dinner." Aethelred took Gwens hand and helped her rise from the bench. He could barely quell his desire to caress the soft undercurve of Gwen's breast.
The gown shifted as Gwen rose and Aethelred recieved a glimpse of Gwen's nether globes and a hint of the crease that parted them.
He escorted Gwen into the next chamber. There stood Elsbeth and a serving wench and two pages, pouring wine and water into the goblets. A large ornate chair dominated the seating arrangement. The two girls stood behind a pair of seats just to the left of the empty throne, and had pulled them out for Gwen and the Duke.
"Beautiful, simply beautiful my dear." but Aethelred was commenting on the lust provoking view Gwen had given him. Tantalizing glimpses of her coral nipple as her hands played across the keyboard and her breathing had matched the tempo.
Whether the dress had been rubbing or it was just the passion of the music Gwen felt, he could now even detect the little nubs of flesh denting the fabric of the gown.
"I don't know if I've ever witnessed such an inspiring performance Gwen." Yes it was quite stimulating. Aethelred had finally found a reason to appreciate the harpsichord for something other than its craftmanship, being that he was tone deaf.
A bell rang from nearby, Aethelred knew it was summoning them to dine.
"Ah, we have been summoned for dinner." Aethelred took Gwens hand and helped her rise from the bench. He could barely quell his desire to caress the soft undercurve of Gwen's breast.
The gown shifted as Gwen rose and Aethelred recieved a glimpse of Gwen's nether globes and a hint of the crease that parted them.
He escorted Gwen into the next chamber. There stood Elsbeth and a serving wench and two pages, pouring wine and water into the goblets. A large ornate chair dominated the seating arrangement. The two girls stood behind a pair of seats just to the left of the empty throne, and had pulled them out for Gwen and the Duke.
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When the bell rang Gwen's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was time and for some reason she felt terrified. The Duke took her hand and she felt a bit more relaxed. She held onto his hand tightly into the next chamber and saw the same servant girl from before. To Gwen's relief the King was not present yet as his throne was empty. She sat down where she was directed and nervously waited.
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Aethelred
The cooks had outdone themselves. Small servings of various delecacies from around the various kingdoms to whet the appetite, a growing custom, kept them busy and abetted a continuing conversation about music and the arts.
Gwen ooh'ed and aah'ed over many of the foods available. Many she had never even seen or imagined.
This was followed by courses of fowl, boar, and venison, which Aethelred ate with gusto. There was much wine poured and it seemed that Gwen's cup was never empty.
Gwen never noticed that the Duke's goblet was never poured from the same pitcher as hers.
It wasn't until Gwen was nearly nodding off that she asked when the king would arrive. Aethelred gazed into Gwen's now languid eyes.
"Soon my sweet. Very soon."
The cooks had outdone themselves. Small servings of various delecacies from around the various kingdoms to whet the appetite, a growing custom, kept them busy and abetted a continuing conversation about music and the arts.
Gwen ooh'ed and aah'ed over many of the foods available. Many she had never even seen or imagined.
This was followed by courses of fowl, boar, and venison, which Aethelred ate with gusto. There was much wine poured and it seemed that Gwen's cup was never empty.
Gwen never noticed that the Duke's goblet was never poured from the same pitcher as hers.
It wasn't until Gwen was nearly nodding off that she asked when the king would arrive. Aethelred gazed into Gwen's now languid eyes.
"Soon my sweet. Very soon."
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Gwen had enjoyed the conversation with the Duke. She liked him more and more with every moment. She was so into conversing with him and enjoying the fine food that she did not realize how much she was drinking. She had never been much of a drinker. She mostly took a sip here and there at social functions. But, nothing like the drink that she consumed on this evening.
When her eyes felt heavy she realized that she had drank too much. She just wanted to get her meeting with the King over with so she could sleep the alcohol off. She looked to the Duke with heavy eyes and asked when the King would arrive. When she was told he would be there soon she sighed and smiled at the Duke.
She said, "You know, I am not used to such attention. I don't know what I have done to draw so much attention to myself. I am usually quite content taking care of my horse in the stables, playing the Harpsichord and painting. I have never been one to enjoy social functions. I usually attend them because my mother forces me to. My sister on the other hand...." Gwen chuckled, "She is just like my mother. She loves the fuss and the attention. I am more like my Father. I would rather just do my work and stay out of the thick of things."
The alcohol seemed to give Gwen more of a voice. She rested a hand on his knee and turned to look more into his eyes, "You are a very handsome gentleman who seems rather nice. There are women all over this kingdom that would do anything to be with you. In all honesty, I have even had my own fantasies. How is it that a man like you manages to stay without a wife? Are there none in this kingdom you find worthy?"
When her eyes felt heavy she realized that she had drank too much. She just wanted to get her meeting with the King over with so she could sleep the alcohol off. She looked to the Duke with heavy eyes and asked when the King would arrive. When she was told he would be there soon she sighed and smiled at the Duke.
She said, "You know, I am not used to such attention. I don't know what I have done to draw so much attention to myself. I am usually quite content taking care of my horse in the stables, playing the Harpsichord and painting. I have never been one to enjoy social functions. I usually attend them because my mother forces me to. My sister on the other hand...." Gwen chuckled, "She is just like my mother. She loves the fuss and the attention. I am more like my Father. I would rather just do my work and stay out of the thick of things."
The alcohol seemed to give Gwen more of a voice. She rested a hand on his knee and turned to look more into his eyes, "You are a very handsome gentleman who seems rather nice. There are women all over this kingdom that would do anything to be with you. In all honesty, I have even had my own fantasies. How is it that a man like you manages to stay without a wife? Are there none in this kingdom you find worthy?"
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Aethelred
Aethelred listened as Gwen prattled on a bit more. The soporific that had been served in Gwen's wine had loosened her tongue, but soon Gwen's eyes slid shut.
Aethelred waited a few moments to let the drug finish taking hold. Once Gwen was breathing heavily Aethelred hoisted her over his shoulder and strode out of the room. He called back to Elsbeth to clean up.
Aethelred carried Gwen to his bedchamber and laid her down on the furs that covered the bed and kept him warm at night. He unsheathed his dagger and cut the seams out of the shoulders of Gwen's dress.
Aethelred pulled the front of the dress down exposing Gwen's twin breasts to his gaze. They were firm and round and upstanding even lying on her back as she was. Aethelred bent and tasted first one and then the other. Her nipples hardened to little berries in the coolish air.
Aethered slipped a black leather collar around Gwen's neck and fastened it snugly. Tight enough that he could not even begin to insert his pinky under it but not so tight as to cause Gwen's skin to bulge or fold. Tight enough she wouldn't be able to swallow any but the tiniest bites of food but not so tight as to constrict her airway in anyway.
The collar had a ring affixed to it and to this ring Aethelred attached a long silver chain. Silver plated actually, the chain was made of the same strong steel that was used on his hauberk. Similar but broader bands were affixed to Gwen's wrists. Aethelred rolled Gwen onto her side and slid the remainder of the bodice bearing her slim back. He left it all hangind about her waist. He would finish stripping her in the morning when she was awake and aware.
Her hands were latched to gether behind her back and Aethelred again turned her lying face up. He removed the various pinnings from Gwen's hair and let it flow down to frame her face, she looked almost angelic. Aethelred contemplated the morrow's agenda as he softly stroked Gwen's chest. She moaned softly in her sleep and Aethelred wondered what pleasent dream she dreamt. His eyes gleamed knowing tomorrow her dreams would be nightmares.
Aethelred doffed his tunic and leggings, being sure to put the dagger out of Gwens reach. He wrapped the chain several times around his hand and pulled one of the furs over their bodies.
Aethelred smiled. His brother would be pleased. Aethelred had secured his "Prize."
Aethelred listened as Gwen prattled on a bit more. The soporific that had been served in Gwen's wine had loosened her tongue, but soon Gwen's eyes slid shut.
Aethelred waited a few moments to let the drug finish taking hold. Once Gwen was breathing heavily Aethelred hoisted her over his shoulder and strode out of the room. He called back to Elsbeth to clean up.
Aethelred carried Gwen to his bedchamber and laid her down on the furs that covered the bed and kept him warm at night. He unsheathed his dagger and cut the seams out of the shoulders of Gwen's dress.
Aethelred pulled the front of the dress down exposing Gwen's twin breasts to his gaze. They were firm and round and upstanding even lying on her back as she was. Aethelred bent and tasted first one and then the other. Her nipples hardened to little berries in the coolish air.
Aethered slipped a black leather collar around Gwen's neck and fastened it snugly. Tight enough that he could not even begin to insert his pinky under it but not so tight as to cause Gwen's skin to bulge or fold. Tight enough she wouldn't be able to swallow any but the tiniest bites of food but not so tight as to constrict her airway in anyway.
The collar had a ring affixed to it and to this ring Aethelred attached a long silver chain. Silver plated actually, the chain was made of the same strong steel that was used on his hauberk. Similar but broader bands were affixed to Gwen's wrists. Aethelred rolled Gwen onto her side and slid the remainder of the bodice bearing her slim back. He left it all hangind about her waist. He would finish stripping her in the morning when she was awake and aware.
Her hands were latched to gether behind her back and Aethelred again turned her lying face up. He removed the various pinnings from Gwen's hair and let it flow down to frame her face, she looked almost angelic. Aethelred contemplated the morrow's agenda as he softly stroked Gwen's chest. She moaned softly in her sleep and Aethelred wondered what pleasent dream she dreamt. His eyes gleamed knowing tomorrow her dreams would be nightmares.
Aethelred doffed his tunic and leggings, being sure to put the dagger out of Gwens reach. He wrapped the chain several times around his hand and pulled one of the furs over their bodies.
Aethelred smiled. His brother would be pleased. Aethelred had secured his "Prize."
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Soon poor Gwen passed out with her head flopping onto the Duke. When she awoke her eyes were heavy. She had difficuty opening them. When they were finally opened everything was blurry. She blinked a few times until her eyes came into focus. What beheld her eyes sent her into hysterics. She was half naked with the Duke laying on her chest. Her hands were bound behind her and her hair was loosened all about her. She struggled and trembled waking her captor, "What is going on?! What have you done to me?!"
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Aethelred
Gwen's stuggles woke Aethelred from a pleasent dream. He was remembering how he had acquired Elsbeth and was reliving her first night with him.
That was at the Prize Tourney two years previous. Elsbeth jhad been brought to the tourney by Sir Guy of Gaston. He had taken her by force from a village near his manse. Oddly Guy had had no sexual interest in Elsbeth and had merely broken her spirit by beating her into submission. It hadn't taken much, being lowborn she was already predisposed to service.
That was the first Prize Tourney Aethelred had entered and he had surprised the common touts and gentry alike by winning. Taking Elsbeth as his prize that night had been sweeter than any wenches he had bedded before.....
However the details of the dream was already fading as Aethelred came awake. It was replaced by the very real, very prominent breasts that pillowed his head. Gwen's nipple tickled his lips as she struggled awake, protesting.
Aethelred rose and settled himself down across Gwen's waist, such that his head was cradled on his hand propped up on his elbow. the bulk of his weight on his hips and legs, the side of his bare chest across Gwen's belly, Aethelred watched Gwens face as she continued to proclaim "her indignation."
Aethelred was now carressing Gwen's breasts and circling her nipples, making them harden despite her continuing protestations. Gwen tried to buck him off of her, though the attempts were in vain. She shrieked when Aethelred softly squeezed first one breast and then the other as he marveled in their resiliency.
"Enough!!" The look on Gwen's face as what must have been, at the least, a shocking pain, told all as Aethelred took her teat up between two fingers and squeezed.... hard.
Gwen's stuggles woke Aethelred from a pleasent dream. He was remembering how he had acquired Elsbeth and was reliving her first night with him.
That was at the Prize Tourney two years previous. Elsbeth jhad been brought to the tourney by Sir Guy of Gaston. He had taken her by force from a village near his manse. Oddly Guy had had no sexual interest in Elsbeth and had merely broken her spirit by beating her into submission. It hadn't taken much, being lowborn she was already predisposed to service.
That was the first Prize Tourney Aethelred had entered and he had surprised the common touts and gentry alike by winning. Taking Elsbeth as his prize that night had been sweeter than any wenches he had bedded before.....
However the details of the dream was already fading as Aethelred came awake. It was replaced by the very real, very prominent breasts that pillowed his head. Gwen's nipple tickled his lips as she struggled awake, protesting.
Aethelred rose and settled himself down across Gwen's waist, such that his head was cradled on his hand propped up on his elbow. the bulk of his weight on his hips and legs, the side of his bare chest across Gwen's belly, Aethelred watched Gwens face as she continued to proclaim "her indignation."
Aethelred was now carressing Gwen's breasts and circling her nipples, making them harden despite her continuing protestations. Gwen tried to buck him off of her, though the attempts were in vain. She shrieked when Aethelred softly squeezed first one breast and then the other as he marveled in their resiliency.
"Enough!!" The look on Gwen's face as what must have been, at the least, a shocking pain, told all as Aethelred took her teat up between two fingers and squeezed.... hard.
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Gwen was in shock as che sobbed and trembled. She realized soon that she was not match for his physical strength. And there was not way she could get away. She gasped when he tweaked her nipple hard. She whimpered, "Why are you doing this? You don't have to force a woman to give herself to you. There are plenty who would have done so willingly. Please, leave me pure. My virginty has been saved for the one I marry." She sucked in air as she spoke to calm herself, "I thought the King wanted to meet me. Why am I in bed with you? Why have you treated me so?"
