Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Ne'ebo nodded as he listened to her his eyes on the far wall. He caught her subtle implications that she wanted him as the husband to protect her and her father from the lords and he nodded knowing he could do this. When she flat said she wanted him to be the man he smiled finishing his soup and bread and cleaned up the kitchen before returning to her this time standing before her. Fenice I will help and if your father will allow it i will win the tournament for your hand. He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, this time holding the kiss a long while filling it with his passion, his desire, his longing for her and her happiness. Once he did break free he took her hand and lead her to her rooms and knocked on the door Mathilde opening it. he smiled. You sleep well princess. i will see you tomorrow where i will do you much honor. And we will begin chipping away at your father's debt. He kissed her cheek nodded to Mathilde then went toward is own room. Once there he checked first his weapons and armor for tampering, then the room, bed, closets, and windows carefully for would be attacker, snares or traps. Not finding any he still gathered his sleeping pad, armor and weapons and moved into the room next door which he also checked. He knew that eventually the lords would come for him and while the princess would be safe once the king implemented the new plan to remove the disloyal guards, he could not be guarded except by himself. This would be annoying but he could sleep under this conditions as he had before and after securing the door with the bed he stretched out wrapped himself in a thick blanket and was asleep in moments. Out in the city the subtle hints that had been dropped to Boris and the king's nephew as well as a few others, were doing their work quite well. Ne'ebo had the list and would add or subtract from it as needed but for now the men selected where smouldering in their wrath. Ne'ebo had found a skilled but underestimated competitor in tomorrow's mace, one Sir Kay, named after Authur's foster brother, who had been eyeing a lovely young maiden in the stands. Ne'ebo had pointed out that a man who performed well, even if he did not win an event would likely go far in her eyes. Kay was a brash and slightly arrogant young man but he had witnessed the superior skill of the other nights, including Ne'ebo, who would be taking part of the mace competition and he had begun to feel concerned when Ne'ebo pointed this out. Now his eyes were filled with glory. perhaps he could not win but eh would surely be able to impress the maid and perhaps do something that would gain him fame and recognition as he improved his abilities. Another young man, a Sir Walter Perry of Ireland was not competing in the mace but he would be shooting the bow and arrow that was to be going on at the same time as the mace. He was a remarkable shot but he lacked confidence thus had shot badly though Ne'ebo had seen something i the young man. he had gone to him and spoken kindly and had watched as Walter had shot a few tat did not count but they were perfect shots. Ne'ebo had laughed and proclaimed he was glad he would not be competing int he bow and arrows on the first day as eh would be busy in the mace. Walter's eyes gleamed. Without Ne'ebo int he way he could have Champion of the day if he shot well. Ne'ebo nodded.and said. I wish you luck good sir. and moved off to sow other seeds. He had spotted a massive brute of a man, who would be in the mace with him and by his sigil knew he was here fighting for one of the seven lords though not which one at the time. The beast of man, Sir Jarn of the Black Mountains, which no one had a clue where they were, was a cruel man, as evidenced by his beating of a small page who had brought him a cup he did not like. Ne'ebo had stopped the beating by simply yanking Jarn's arm around rather painfully but not actually damaging him. Why don't you pick on someone your own size. He had smiled as Jarn had gone off to request battle with Ne'ebo as soon as possible. He had spotted others he could speak to but as he had been doing this during the squires performances, his time was limited and when they finished he had to leave his fellow knights alone. Still he felt confident and with luck he would be able to speak to the others at some point and help them realize their full potential. he had especial hope for the archers as he would not be shooting until the final day of archery, the last day before the joust officially began and thus he would be able to find the winners of the next six days before then. He smiled at what Tekono would have said. you are fixing the tournament?! No My lord. Simply giving confidence to my opponents to make the fight more fun. I am going to win the tournament. Tekono would have laughed and nodded. Ne'ebo had surveyed the field smiling before following Elias back to Fenice's side then gone to the castle for dinner.