Thread: Retribution Sought with Royal Blood (Lady Bloody Ava & Primeval Exile)

Arabella, in her own time, was a free spirit. A symphony of laughter arose along their short venture at tales of his youth along with the occasional quip. This was fun. This freedom was why she did not refuse. The alternative was too bleak with a variety of unforeseeable factors that could lead her down a grim and painful life. A man like Edwin was rare. A man who treated a woman as an equal and valued her wisdom. A man with compassion, that cared about others rather than the coins that lined his pocket. Should Gabriella meet the fate that Arabella had dodged then at lease Bella had the power to help. His assistance was sweet and was accepted graciously and when her eye beheld the sight below she was speechless. The music spoke to her soul and the smile upon her face refused to go away. At first, she rest the palms of both hands upon the smooth stone edge and took in the sight while listening to him speak. Edwin was right. These were now her people. RIght there her heart threatened to burst at his sweet sounding words. What do I think? Repeating his question once more before she hugged his arm and looked the future king in his eyes. I think it is wonderous. I wish that we were down there. The manner in which she hugged his arm had it nestled between her bosom. You... will be an amazing King, Edwin, and I look forward to being your queen. Now... dance with me. The music hug in the hair and the cheerful festivities were contagious. Come on Edwin, dance with me. She was all smiles and held a generous handful of her dress in each hand and danced around her fiance with a smile. Gabriella finished her lessons and the sun was setting on the horizon. Once dismissed she headed to the stables and mounted the chestnut courser horse that was saddled up. In one swift motion, she was mounted and off. Let's have a little fun, Monte. The powerful warhorse took off at a run. The wind sweeping long loose auburn locks and the loose ends of her modest dress back. It was a euphoric feeling. The world seemed left behind when she let Monte lead the way. It was a little lonely. Had Arabella caught wind of her leaving their home for a joy ride, Bella would be saddled up on her black courser, Fiona. The sky was painted in gorgeous hues of red, orange, purple, and pink. A nip of the cool weather that lingered around the corner nipped at her exposed flesh as the wind whipped by. Their father hated when the girls left the grounds without escorts. Their home neared vast empty lands with lush forests. Who would linger on the Duke's grounds? When her home was no longer in sight she unmounted Monte and patted the gorgeous beast. Oh, Monte... this is ridiculous. How could they do this? How could they make such ludicrous arrangements between family? Monte seemed to listen as his owner pet him and pressed a kiss to his muzzle. Looks like it's just you and me buddy. Let's head back before mother calls in the cavalry to find us. With ease, she mounted Monte and set him off once more. Monte knew where home was and it was getting dark very fast. If her mother thought her missing she would do something extreme. Geoffrey was laid back and full of ale. He would return home in the morning and Bella and Edwin would get news of the wedding date. Geoffrey would have to prepare Gabriella for the day and Meredith. Arrangements would be easier since....both sides were already family. The village would be celebrating up to the very night of the wedding. While Gabriella was out and about on her own, her sister was already contemplating dawning attire many would deem below her station and a cloak to join the people, her people. Bella also had to write to her sister and hand it off to her father to deliver it. The week would certainly be eventful.