Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Papa always makes sure there is ample enough food for our guests, even if we cant afford such a luxury to give. He is quite the ample man and not only enjoys feeding himself but watching other get fed. Bess replied. A look crossed her face one of complete and utter amusement and love. How she loved her father, her kindly but strange old father. He had cared so much for the personal comfort of each guest. Bess and he cleaned everything from top to bottom on Sundays, fresh linen was put on the beds, and guests were seen off with a smile and wave from the most beautiful girl in all of Britain. Or so that is how her father marketed it. She started the horse off at a trot. It was a good stead and the ride was smooth and easy. The occasional bump and rickets coming from the condition of the carriage itself. This was older than she her mother used to ride it into town to do the job that Bess now had, and sometimes did not agree with anything. However she kept the horse at a trot, quite smitten with the dashing man that had come to her rescue. So where do you hail from? she asked, noting the accent to his voice was quite different than those of the villagers. Someplace in England maybe? I have always wanted to travel to London but I do have my pride. Her people were still sore from a battle that happened between them and the English. This was mostly because the English had won and taken over their fair isle. A lyrical chuckle came from her as she pressed the conversation on. It seemed that once she was comfortable, Bess could talk the ear of a dead soldier. My mother was from England says father. He says that he traded a good sow and some chickens for her and got ripped off in the process. It was a joke her father told her about the woman who now laid dead in a plot right outside the moor. In the spring fresh flowers were placed in front of it weekly. Tulips, which had been her favorite, of the brightest yellow. ---- Tim was always eager to help the fancy man that came from the City. Bessies, beautiful Bessies, future husband was a rich and powerful man and could do great things for them. For him in particular. The life of a stable hand was a poor one indeed, especially if he could not get beyond the reaches of that shitty old in. How badly did he want to be the personal valet to such a man. To be his valet meant great thing, Tim wagered. Dinners with King Gorge and other men of wealth and taste. Claret velvet coats and large lace cravats and all of the finery that tending to horses never allotted him. Perhaps a chance to even sample Bess as a reward once she was married off to the fine man. This man did not view women like he viewed men, he viewed them like property. Which Tim fully agreed with. What singled the mans coming was the commotion that Douglas, the innkeeper, was making. How he loathed the man he fixed his daughter with. How he had been coerced! King Gorge was a powerful chip to play against a lowly innkeep with a tempting young daughter. Tim began to arrange it so the lords horses would have the best stalls and the freshest grains. When he came riding up, because such an ornate carriage made a noise with the guest Tim was able to assume, he walked out to personally treat his horses and get a good glimpse of the man.