Thread: The Viking and the Lady || wintersday & irish_texan ||

The gentle warm breeze weaved it's way across the tall meadow grass, barely making a sound. The only thing Maeve could hear was the soft tweets of the earlier birds waking up in the near by forest. Early morning was her favourite time of day. Barely anyone was awake and for a few short moments she could relax in her own thoughts. But as fate would have it, that wasn't going to be the case this morning. Maeve is a Lady of a small village in the heart of England. All be it she wasn't original from Britain, having been born and raised in Ireland but she married Lord Harry Ford a true Englishmen who had died a few years ago. It was an arranged marriage to share wealth and keep statuses within the families but he wasn't a horrid man. He took care of his village and treated most people with respect and most importantly respected Maeve even with her bold and outgoing personality that would get her into trouble, even with other Lords and Ladies and even people higher up the ladder. Now it seemed it would get her in trouble with whole load of different people. Now the country was under threat from Vikings trying to take over the lands. The last Maeve had heard, they had gotten most of the east coast of England and creeping there way inwoods. Which meant that sooner rather then later her village could be invaded. She had young lads, too young for the King's army take turns in keeping watch around the area in a bid to give them a heads start if they were to find there way to her. She didn't have much in resources for fighting as the King had demanded for most if not all capable men and weapons be take to help build an army to, so say protect them from the attack but much cock that had done for small villages and even towns. The best she could do was get the younge and elderly to safety with the help from the women and few men who staid, but they wasn't capable of two much as most where pass their 60s with back problems and parts missing. Which brings to reason why the King handed wanted them. Like most villages she was left helpless. Maeve closed her eyes, taking in the peace when suddenly it was broken with the cry of a young man racing towards her from the forest. Her hazel brown eyes broke open and looked in his direction only to witness an arrow shooting through his chest. Maeve gasped and ducked in the meadows, her hand over her mouth as she tried not to call out to the boy. Her first instinct was to go help him bit she knew the only reason why he was running and screaming was because of the Vikings. They had made there way across the the to her soon then she had thought. 'Shit' she muttered to herself once she had regain control of herself. She was tempted to peek up to see if she could spot anyone but with her burnt firey hair standing out against the olive green foliage around her they would spot her in a heart beat. Having no choice she kept as low as she could and made her way through the grass, back to her village to warn them. The problem being wearring a dress and keeping low didn't work well she found herself stumbling over herself more often then not. Maeve growled to herself as she got frustrated with tripping every other step. She had no choice but to stand up straighter in a bid to move faster. When having her riding gear on she could run pretty fast, having lost her horse a few times and had to run after him she become a pretty good runner but right now she wasn't in her riding gear nor on a neat road and her horse was in its stable. Taking a deep breath she stood up straighter and ran as fast as she could while holding her dress up slightly for more leg room. Already she could hear the shouts and commands from the Viking men behind her. Looking behind she could see some where on horeses while others ran with great spead. Maeve's heart beated faster in her chest as panic rush over her. She knew she wouldn't get to her village before they cought up with her but she had to try. They must have seen her from the forest as they where already heading towards her. Before she could look forward again her body hit something hard which caused her body to fall back from the impact. She looked up to see a dark haired man with full facial hair stairing down at her. Her heart seemed to be in her throat now as she was sure he would kill her. Or worst rape her and do what ever he wanted before slicing her throat. She had heard plenty of stories of these Vikings, all ending unpleasantly for the natives to the country. She had any doubt that he was the same and her fate was to end that way too.