Dragonette
I am Dragon, make me purr
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Well, this is my start, just my words even though I know I am incorrect with proper terminolgy for this era.
It is posted as "Surrender" under "Dragonette", if you prefer to continue it just with me. But I am curious to see new thoughts, so here goes...
“They are almost here Milady!”
She looks at Ralph sternly and snaps, “I know that, I am ready.”
Ralph bows his baldhead and turns to the door, twisting the rope in his hands nervously.
She sweeps up her gown and walks past Ralph and out the door. Servants run around panicking, she moves out to her waiting horse. As she mounts she looks at Ralph. “This better work!”
Ralph walks beside her horse, nodding, “It will Milady, it will, if you stay calm!”
She glares down at him and sighs, “I’ll try.”
They proceed through the village, the villagers following them as they exit and follow the road to the outskirts of her Province. As they approach they see the Viking army assembled in the meadow. Ralph stops her horse and looks up at her saying “This is close enough.”
She dismounts and Ralph takes the horse and pulling out a white flag gallops towards the enemy camp. She watches as a rider approaches him and they talk.
Ralph canters back, a big grin on his face, “They have agreed! Come, we must meet their leader, please Milady?”
Taking a deep breath, she smoothes her hair and dress, then nods to Ralph. “Very well then, but you know I hate this Ralph!”
They start to walk toward the place for the meeting, some of the villagers following. When they reach the spot, Ralph looks at her, “Now Milady, it must be now? See, their leader approaches!”
She looks up and sees a man on a large warhorse approaching slowly. She puts her hands out and Ralph wraps the rope loosely around her wrists. They both watch, both hopeful, but she grits her teeth as she stands proudly waiting.
The horse stops and Ralph steps forward. “Welcome to the Province of Zenalta, my name is Ralph and I am the spokesman for the people here.” He bows then continues, “This is the Lady Alanna Dragonette, she is our liege and protector, we are a poor realm of farmers, we have no army.”
The man on the horse sits quietly and listens, he glances at the lady when she is introduced and nods briefly. She stares at him, and then lowers her eyes, trying to appear humble and hide her anger.
Ralph clears his throat nervously. “We wish to surrender peacefully, my Ladies castle is even now being prepared for you and your men, well some of your men, and a meal is being prepared.” He looks at Alanna, and then steps back and takes her arm, pulling her forward. “As a symbol of our peaceful surrender, our lady has her hands bound and she will be your prisoner, if you wish.”
The man laughs, a deep loud sound causing Alanna to look up at him, her eyes a cold, chilly blue, her lips pressed tightly together. How dare he laugh!
“I am Lord Gareth Beawulf, of the Wolf Clan, I will accept your surrender and the use of your castle as my men are tired and hungry, so lead on good Ralph.”
Alanna gasps as he suddenly dismounts and steps toward her, she steps back, surprised, as he approaches. Gareth laughs again, “This is my willing prisoner? Then why does she back away from me?” His hand clasps her chin and tilts her head up. His dark flashing eyes look down at her, staring into hers. “Well Milady Alanna, let us proceed to your castle and taste your hospitality.”
Still chuckling, he grabs the rope trailing from her wrists and quickly wraps it around, pulling it tightly and knotting it. As she yelps, he grabs her arm and pulls her to his horse, he swiftly mounts and then reaches down and picking her up sits her in front of him, placing an arm around her to hold her firmly. “That’s better, I do so hate meaningless symbols,” he mutters as he nudges his horse into a walk.
Alanna struggles, her eyes flashing her anger as she tries to speak, but his arm pulls her closer to his chest and she hears his words in her ear “Careful my proud captive, you are my willing prisoner, are you not?”
“How dare you!” she yelps, trying to pull away from him.
“Oh, I dare many things and this looks to be most interesting and entertaining,” he laughs as he urges his horse into a canter, leaving everyone behind.
Arriving in the castle courtyard he halts his horse and dismounts, lifting Alanna down but holding her arm securely. A young lad runs out to take his horse but hesitates when he sees this large man handle their Lady so roughly.
“Leave the horse lad, my men will look after it, he has a nasty disposition, just like me!” He glances at Alanna, raising an eyebrow.
Pushing her forward he moves toward the door, “Thank you for your words of welcome Milady, so graciously spoken, and yes I would like to enter and have a drink and food!” He says as he enters and makes for the Lords table, chuckling to himself.
He hears her growl as she tries to keep up with him without running, “You are an arrogant barbarian and slow down, you are hurting me!”
Stopping suddenly, making her stumble against him, his dark eyes turn to her, a smile playing on his lips, “Oh, my pardon Milady, arrogant am I?”
“Yes!” she snarls as she starts to walk to the Lords table, trying to shrug off his hand. He holds on, but eases his grip, realizing that he was probably hurting her. She misses the twinkle that appears in his eyes.
They move around the table and she waits for him to sit in the Lords chair and then seats herself in the smaller one next to it. She lifts up her hands, her eyebrow rising questioningly, “There is no need for this.”
He stares at her for a few moments, then taking her hands in his larger ones, he smiles wickedly “Oh, but we must continue the symbolism, otherwise how will everyone know you are my willing prisoner?” and swiftly secures her wrists to the arm of her chair, forcing her to sit sideways facing him.
“You, you…” she splutters.
“Yes, arrogant barbarian? You can call me Wolf though,” he replies, his eyes twinkling wickedly.
“Ah, good, my men arrive, smile prettily Milady to welcome them.”
She glares at him and then looks away. Nods to the hovering servants to begin serving, then says in her most haughty voice, “What would you care for Lord Gareth Beawulf, ale or wine? I prefer wine myself”
He chuckles, then looks at the waiting servant, “Wine, but one goblet will do, also one trencher of food, Milady is a bit tied up at the moment.”
She growls but quickly closes her mouth.
The room becomes noisy as his men enter and find seats, calling out for ale and food. She takes a moment to look at him, seeing his attention is on his men. Noticing his strong jaw, his long brown hair, which is tied back, broad shoulders and muscular arms, his dark eyes, which she has already found to be very piercing. Then she gasps, without looking at her, he asks, “Do I meet with your approval then? As an arrogant barbarian of course?”
Alanna replies in her haughty voice, “As an arrogant barbarian, you would be better after a bath!”
Gareth turns his head and looks down at her, “Of course, I look forward to a bath, there is rarely a chance for such a luxury as we pillage and rape our way across your land!” He picks up the goblet and raises it in a toast to her, then takes a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. “Hmmm, not bad.” Then he places the goblet to her lips, “Drink Milady captive, to our peaceful uniting.”
As her lips clench together, he whispers in a low menacing voice “Drink Lady! You really don’t want me to force you in front of everyone, do you? We will leave that for a more private time!”
Startled by his words, she sips, her eyes showing her anger and a touch of fear.
“That’s better!” He smiles, placing the goblet back on the table. His hand then moves up her back to her neck and he softly strokes it. “I look forward to seeing your golden hair loose, as I look forward to seeing more of you.”
Alanna’s eyes fly up to his, she tries to move away from his hand “You presume to much, Lord Barbarian!” she growls.
He smiles down at her, his eyes twinkling, “Do I Milady? Do I indeed? Or do you protest to much?” His hand moving more firmly over her neck and back. “Relax Alanna, I am after all your, err guest shall we say, enjoying your hospitality, you must make me feel welcome remember!”
Gareth eats, feeding her small bites and sips of wine, stroking her neck and back, enjoying himself, knowing that she seethes in anger but is slightly afraid. He looks forward to spending some private time with this proud captive.
As the men relax enjoying the food and ale, he leans over to speak to his friend, his commander, Branden, who is sitting on the other side of him. “You know the rules Branden, watch them, let them relax, they have earned it, but I do not want to hear of any raping or pillaging!”
His commander nods and chuckles, “Aye Wolf, I will see that our barbarians behave themselves, as you will yourself of course!”
Gareth laughs and nodding to his friend replies “Of course!”
He then turns to Alanna, “Some minstrels or bards to entertain my men, to soothe these barbarians?”
Alanna jumps, “Oh, of course, Ralph!, entertainment for Lord Gareth Beawulf’s men!”
Ralph jumps up, “Of course Milady, it is all arranged!”
As Ralph rushes off, Gareth stands, slowly the room quietens as his men look to him. “Well men, there will be entertainment, Branden will be in charge while I discuss private matters with the Lady Alanna, enjoy this lovely hospitality and I don’t wish to hear of any abuse, understood?”
The men cheer and laugh, raising their cups, calling out “Lord Wolf, we understand!” Other comments are heard also.
He stands for a while, his eyes looking over his men, his face very stern, then he nods to Branden, smiling. “Is the camp set up?”
“Yes Wolf, all is set up and I will watch them, but you know they will not disobey you!” Then he chuckles. “Enjoy your private discussion!”
Gareth turns to Alanna, bending down he frees her wrists from the chair and whispers “I think we should retire now Milady, that bath you mentioned, I look forward to it and to our private moment, to discuss the situation, your surrender!”
He helps her up from the chair, chuckling as he notices her stiffen at his words. She nods, her eyes blaze at him, then waits for him to release her wrists, instead he grasps her arm and leads her to the doorway.
“Not yet Milady, I have not heard your words of surrender yet and the symbolism is important, is it not?” he whispers.
He chuckles as he hears her growl softly “I am going to kill Ralph!” but she walks proudly leading the way.
“This is your room, Lord Gareth Beawulf, and your bath is being prepared, may I retire as it has been a long arduous day and may we discuss the terms later?” Alanna asks politely.
Gareth laughs and pulls her into the room, sitting her on the bed, he swiftly ties her wrists to the bedpost. “The night is yet young Milady and we have much to discuss and learn of each other, you don’t get away that easily Milady Alanna, my captive!”
Alanna yelps and struggles, sputtering words in anger, “Why you arrogant…”
“Ssh, relax. Stop being so proud and angry, repeating yourself, you are wearing down my patience, sit still, I am looking forward to a bath, and call me Wolf!”
His hand strokes her neck again and then he begins to pull out the pins, letting her hair fall loose. He picks up a handful of her hair and burrows his face in it, murmuring, “Oh that smells lovely and feels beautiful!”
She sits still, in shock, as he plays with her hair, strangely her body relaxes as he strokes her neck. Quietly she murmurs, “You bath is ready, surely you do not expect me to sit here while you bathe?”
Gareth straightens and takes off his sword, then his doublet and, dropping them, he moves to the table, pouring a goblet of wine. Turning to her, he smiles, his eyes twinkling, “You will have to stay, I don’t trust you, and you are my willing prisoner are you not?” Sipping the wine, he watches her, he is surprised to see her blushing and looking away, and he notices her tremble. He frowns, suddenly confused by this haughty lady. “Where is your husband, father?”
Alanna slowly looks up at him again, her eyes a softer blue, her voice quiet as she replies, “There is no husband and my father died many years ago, I have been the protector of this realm for many years.”
Gareth watches her,calmy sipping his wine, then mutters “My bath grows cold! You may look away while I disrobe.” Still watching her he quickly removes his shirt, then sits on the bench and pulls off his boots. He notices she drops her eyes, but sees that she is still aware of his movements. He stands and turning away from her he strips his breeches off, as he steps into the bath and reclines in the warm water. “You can look now!” he chuckles, surprised at himself for turning away. He reaches up and grasps the goblet, sipping as he relaxes. “Oh this is nice, I rarely have this type of luxury.”
He looks toward her as he hears her gasp, “What’s wrong, even barbarians do not bathe in their clothes! Surely you have seen naked men before?”
Her eyes fly up to his, “Of course I have, but not like this, I was surprised, it has been a hard day, we rarely get marauding barbarian armies coming to conquer us!” Her eyes have a twinkle in them and a small smile hovers over her lips.
Gareth laughs, “Well Alanna, maybe we will be the first and last then, with such hospitality and warm welcome, maybe my army will rest here for the winter! Now don’t scowl at me, you are quite lovely when you smile!”
Her eyes widen in surprise, “You are really the arrogant Wolf, aren’t you?”
Gareth looks at her and winks, “Of course I am, but when you get to know me, I can be quite nice, stroke me and I can purr!”
Alanna looks at him, her face solemn, “I have already seen enough, your hide is too tough for me, your growl too threatening, I think I will decline that err pleasure My Lord Wolf!”
Gareth laughs, “We shall see my captive lady, we shall indeed see! Now the bath grows cool and I need some warmth! And we have many things to yet discuss! Your surrender for one!” He chuckles as he watches her quickly look away.
It is posted as "Surrender" under "Dragonette", if you prefer to continue it just with me. But I am curious to see new thoughts, so here goes...
“They are almost here Milady!”
She looks at Ralph sternly and snaps, “I know that, I am ready.”
Ralph bows his baldhead and turns to the door, twisting the rope in his hands nervously.
She sweeps up her gown and walks past Ralph and out the door. Servants run around panicking, she moves out to her waiting horse. As she mounts she looks at Ralph. “This better work!”
Ralph walks beside her horse, nodding, “It will Milady, it will, if you stay calm!”
She glares down at him and sighs, “I’ll try.”
They proceed through the village, the villagers following them as they exit and follow the road to the outskirts of her Province. As they approach they see the Viking army assembled in the meadow. Ralph stops her horse and looks up at her saying “This is close enough.”
She dismounts and Ralph takes the horse and pulling out a white flag gallops towards the enemy camp. She watches as a rider approaches him and they talk.
Ralph canters back, a big grin on his face, “They have agreed! Come, we must meet their leader, please Milady?”
Taking a deep breath, she smoothes her hair and dress, then nods to Ralph. “Very well then, but you know I hate this Ralph!”
They start to walk toward the place for the meeting, some of the villagers following. When they reach the spot, Ralph looks at her, “Now Milady, it must be now? See, their leader approaches!”
She looks up and sees a man on a large warhorse approaching slowly. She puts her hands out and Ralph wraps the rope loosely around her wrists. They both watch, both hopeful, but she grits her teeth as she stands proudly waiting.
The horse stops and Ralph steps forward. “Welcome to the Province of Zenalta, my name is Ralph and I am the spokesman for the people here.” He bows then continues, “This is the Lady Alanna Dragonette, she is our liege and protector, we are a poor realm of farmers, we have no army.”
The man on the horse sits quietly and listens, he glances at the lady when she is introduced and nods briefly. She stares at him, and then lowers her eyes, trying to appear humble and hide her anger.
Ralph clears his throat nervously. “We wish to surrender peacefully, my Ladies castle is even now being prepared for you and your men, well some of your men, and a meal is being prepared.” He looks at Alanna, and then steps back and takes her arm, pulling her forward. “As a symbol of our peaceful surrender, our lady has her hands bound and she will be your prisoner, if you wish.”
The man laughs, a deep loud sound causing Alanna to look up at him, her eyes a cold, chilly blue, her lips pressed tightly together. How dare he laugh!
“I am Lord Gareth Beawulf, of the Wolf Clan, I will accept your surrender and the use of your castle as my men are tired and hungry, so lead on good Ralph.”
Alanna gasps as he suddenly dismounts and steps toward her, she steps back, surprised, as he approaches. Gareth laughs again, “This is my willing prisoner? Then why does she back away from me?” His hand clasps her chin and tilts her head up. His dark flashing eyes look down at her, staring into hers. “Well Milady Alanna, let us proceed to your castle and taste your hospitality.”
Still chuckling, he grabs the rope trailing from her wrists and quickly wraps it around, pulling it tightly and knotting it. As she yelps, he grabs her arm and pulls her to his horse, he swiftly mounts and then reaches down and picking her up sits her in front of him, placing an arm around her to hold her firmly. “That’s better, I do so hate meaningless symbols,” he mutters as he nudges his horse into a walk.
Alanna struggles, her eyes flashing her anger as she tries to speak, but his arm pulls her closer to his chest and she hears his words in her ear “Careful my proud captive, you are my willing prisoner, are you not?”
“How dare you!” she yelps, trying to pull away from him.
“Oh, I dare many things and this looks to be most interesting and entertaining,” he laughs as he urges his horse into a canter, leaving everyone behind.
Arriving in the castle courtyard he halts his horse and dismounts, lifting Alanna down but holding her arm securely. A young lad runs out to take his horse but hesitates when he sees this large man handle their Lady so roughly.
“Leave the horse lad, my men will look after it, he has a nasty disposition, just like me!” He glances at Alanna, raising an eyebrow.
Pushing her forward he moves toward the door, “Thank you for your words of welcome Milady, so graciously spoken, and yes I would like to enter and have a drink and food!” He says as he enters and makes for the Lords table, chuckling to himself.
He hears her growl as she tries to keep up with him without running, “You are an arrogant barbarian and slow down, you are hurting me!”
Stopping suddenly, making her stumble against him, his dark eyes turn to her, a smile playing on his lips, “Oh, my pardon Milady, arrogant am I?”
“Yes!” she snarls as she starts to walk to the Lords table, trying to shrug off his hand. He holds on, but eases his grip, realizing that he was probably hurting her. She misses the twinkle that appears in his eyes.
They move around the table and she waits for him to sit in the Lords chair and then seats herself in the smaller one next to it. She lifts up her hands, her eyebrow rising questioningly, “There is no need for this.”
He stares at her for a few moments, then taking her hands in his larger ones, he smiles wickedly “Oh, but we must continue the symbolism, otherwise how will everyone know you are my willing prisoner?” and swiftly secures her wrists to the arm of her chair, forcing her to sit sideways facing him.
“You, you…” she splutters.
“Yes, arrogant barbarian? You can call me Wolf though,” he replies, his eyes twinkling wickedly.
“Ah, good, my men arrive, smile prettily Milady to welcome them.”
She glares at him and then looks away. Nods to the hovering servants to begin serving, then says in her most haughty voice, “What would you care for Lord Gareth Beawulf, ale or wine? I prefer wine myself”
He chuckles, then looks at the waiting servant, “Wine, but one goblet will do, also one trencher of food, Milady is a bit tied up at the moment.”
She growls but quickly closes her mouth.
The room becomes noisy as his men enter and find seats, calling out for ale and food. She takes a moment to look at him, seeing his attention is on his men. Noticing his strong jaw, his long brown hair, which is tied back, broad shoulders and muscular arms, his dark eyes, which she has already found to be very piercing. Then she gasps, without looking at her, he asks, “Do I meet with your approval then? As an arrogant barbarian of course?”
Alanna replies in her haughty voice, “As an arrogant barbarian, you would be better after a bath!”
Gareth turns his head and looks down at her, “Of course, I look forward to a bath, there is rarely a chance for such a luxury as we pillage and rape our way across your land!” He picks up the goblet and raises it in a toast to her, then takes a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. “Hmmm, not bad.” Then he places the goblet to her lips, “Drink Milady captive, to our peaceful uniting.”
As her lips clench together, he whispers in a low menacing voice “Drink Lady! You really don’t want me to force you in front of everyone, do you? We will leave that for a more private time!”
Startled by his words, she sips, her eyes showing her anger and a touch of fear.
“That’s better!” He smiles, placing the goblet back on the table. His hand then moves up her back to her neck and he softly strokes it. “I look forward to seeing your golden hair loose, as I look forward to seeing more of you.”
Alanna’s eyes fly up to his, she tries to move away from his hand “You presume to much, Lord Barbarian!” she growls.
He smiles down at her, his eyes twinkling, “Do I Milady? Do I indeed? Or do you protest to much?” His hand moving more firmly over her neck and back. “Relax Alanna, I am after all your, err guest shall we say, enjoying your hospitality, you must make me feel welcome remember!”
Gareth eats, feeding her small bites and sips of wine, stroking her neck and back, enjoying himself, knowing that she seethes in anger but is slightly afraid. He looks forward to spending some private time with this proud captive.
As the men relax enjoying the food and ale, he leans over to speak to his friend, his commander, Branden, who is sitting on the other side of him. “You know the rules Branden, watch them, let them relax, they have earned it, but I do not want to hear of any raping or pillaging!”
His commander nods and chuckles, “Aye Wolf, I will see that our barbarians behave themselves, as you will yourself of course!”
Gareth laughs and nodding to his friend replies “Of course!”
He then turns to Alanna, “Some minstrels or bards to entertain my men, to soothe these barbarians?”
Alanna jumps, “Oh, of course, Ralph!, entertainment for Lord Gareth Beawulf’s men!”
Ralph jumps up, “Of course Milady, it is all arranged!”
As Ralph rushes off, Gareth stands, slowly the room quietens as his men look to him. “Well men, there will be entertainment, Branden will be in charge while I discuss private matters with the Lady Alanna, enjoy this lovely hospitality and I don’t wish to hear of any abuse, understood?”
The men cheer and laugh, raising their cups, calling out “Lord Wolf, we understand!” Other comments are heard also.
He stands for a while, his eyes looking over his men, his face very stern, then he nods to Branden, smiling. “Is the camp set up?”
“Yes Wolf, all is set up and I will watch them, but you know they will not disobey you!” Then he chuckles. “Enjoy your private discussion!”
Gareth turns to Alanna, bending down he frees her wrists from the chair and whispers “I think we should retire now Milady, that bath you mentioned, I look forward to it and to our private moment, to discuss the situation, your surrender!”
He helps her up from the chair, chuckling as he notices her stiffen at his words. She nods, her eyes blaze at him, then waits for him to release her wrists, instead he grasps her arm and leads her to the doorway.
“Not yet Milady, I have not heard your words of surrender yet and the symbolism is important, is it not?” he whispers.
He chuckles as he hears her growl softly “I am going to kill Ralph!” but she walks proudly leading the way.
“This is your room, Lord Gareth Beawulf, and your bath is being prepared, may I retire as it has been a long arduous day and may we discuss the terms later?” Alanna asks politely.
Gareth laughs and pulls her into the room, sitting her on the bed, he swiftly ties her wrists to the bedpost. “The night is yet young Milady and we have much to discuss and learn of each other, you don’t get away that easily Milady Alanna, my captive!”
Alanna yelps and struggles, sputtering words in anger, “Why you arrogant…”
“Ssh, relax. Stop being so proud and angry, repeating yourself, you are wearing down my patience, sit still, I am looking forward to a bath, and call me Wolf!”
His hand strokes her neck again and then he begins to pull out the pins, letting her hair fall loose. He picks up a handful of her hair and burrows his face in it, murmuring, “Oh that smells lovely and feels beautiful!”
She sits still, in shock, as he plays with her hair, strangely her body relaxes as he strokes her neck. Quietly she murmurs, “You bath is ready, surely you do not expect me to sit here while you bathe?”
Gareth straightens and takes off his sword, then his doublet and, dropping them, he moves to the table, pouring a goblet of wine. Turning to her, he smiles, his eyes twinkling, “You will have to stay, I don’t trust you, and you are my willing prisoner are you not?” Sipping the wine, he watches her, he is surprised to see her blushing and looking away, and he notices her tremble. He frowns, suddenly confused by this haughty lady. “Where is your husband, father?”
Alanna slowly looks up at him again, her eyes a softer blue, her voice quiet as she replies, “There is no husband and my father died many years ago, I have been the protector of this realm for many years.”
Gareth watches her,calmy sipping his wine, then mutters “My bath grows cold! You may look away while I disrobe.” Still watching her he quickly removes his shirt, then sits on the bench and pulls off his boots. He notices she drops her eyes, but sees that she is still aware of his movements. He stands and turning away from her he strips his breeches off, as he steps into the bath and reclines in the warm water. “You can look now!” he chuckles, surprised at himself for turning away. He reaches up and grasps the goblet, sipping as he relaxes. “Oh this is nice, I rarely have this type of luxury.”
He looks toward her as he hears her gasp, “What’s wrong, even barbarians do not bathe in their clothes! Surely you have seen naked men before?”
Her eyes fly up to his, “Of course I have, but not like this, I was surprised, it has been a hard day, we rarely get marauding barbarian armies coming to conquer us!” Her eyes have a twinkle in them and a small smile hovers over her lips.
Gareth laughs, “Well Alanna, maybe we will be the first and last then, with such hospitality and warm welcome, maybe my army will rest here for the winter! Now don’t scowl at me, you are quite lovely when you smile!”
Her eyes widen in surprise, “You are really the arrogant Wolf, aren’t you?”
Gareth looks at her and winks, “Of course I am, but when you get to know me, I can be quite nice, stroke me and I can purr!”
Alanna looks at him, her face solemn, “I have already seen enough, your hide is too tough for me, your growl too threatening, I think I will decline that err pleasure My Lord Wolf!”
Gareth laughs, “We shall see my captive lady, we shall indeed see! Now the bath grows cool and I need some warmth! And we have many things to yet discuss! Your surrender for one!” He chuckles as he watches her quickly look away.
