Thread: An Interesting Arrangement (Sølvi and E404UserNotFound)

Lord Raimer Iman, of Iman's Hammer, Duke of Imandell and all lands of the south pass. Valintois There was a knock, loud and echoing throughout the stone chamber. The evening was late but not so far late that Lady Elise Tinuthel would have been asleep. The steward, Deron Trammil, the man in charge of the keep and its defenses since Lord Tinuthel had been killed in that dreadful duel two months ago stood on the other side of the door of the Widow. He was Steward in name and saw to any business that her husband would have seen to, but regardless of that position he always deferred to her judgment except if it were a matter of warbut today, today he held a letter in his hand that would change the lives of everyone in the keep, especially young Catalina. The outside of the thin brown parchment was stamped with a wax seal bearing the crest of the king, it was opened, Deron had taken the Stewards privilege in doing so without waiting for Lady Tinuthel, as he feared it might have been a more pressing matter, intelligence of ships from the south perhaps. But, what was contained in the letter surprised him, so shocked he was that he had immediately run from his desk to the bed chambers of Lady Tinuthel and begged entry at her door. My lady! he called loudly from the other side, knocking his large fist on the door once more. When the door would be opened Lady Hollis would see the unusually pale face of the older man, his cheeks were flushed with red and he had sweat beading at the top of his crowning bald heada bit of his perspiration sinking into the grey that smattered at its sides. Lady Tinuthel he said, out of breath. A missive from the King, I had not thought to open letters addressed to you, but such a messenger so late in the night I only feared it to be bad news. He paused a moment and caught his breath, breathing in sharply a moment. The news is not dark, my ladyit iswell it is unusual. And delivered by a Valantian much less! Within the confines of the letter, when the Widow Tinuthel opened the parchement, ready the following words. Lady Elise Saron Tinuthel, Holldane, the South Shore, This letter follows our most recent letter bearing the ill-tidings of your husbands untimely death in service to the crown, the people of the Mark, and Holldane. However, on the eve of ill events, an omen of good faith and our love ride towards your keep this very day, in hopes to arrive within the week. We realize that Holldane, if left unprotected and without a proper commander is not only a danger to the realm but to your family and your people. Therefore, it is with the utmost joy and pleasure we appoint Lord Raimer Iman, Duke of Imandell and formerly of Valantois to serve as Lord and Commander of Holldane. This change will not remove the line of Tinuthel from its presence and Lordship over our lands to the south, instead it will be solidified in the marriage of Lady Catalina Nyriel Tinuthel to Lord Iman upon his arrival. We send with Lord Iman both his army and the Prince Jasis to preside over the wedding and officiate the change of Lordship over Holldane. It is my great pleasure to inform you that your family shall want for naught, Lord Iman is both gracious and powerful, never has a commander from another land served in the Marklands with such distinction. Please prepare your keep for the arrival of Lord Iman, his twenty retainers, the Prince and his guard, and an army of one thousand Northmen and Marklanders alike. With love and duty, King Marshall IV, Regent and Lord of the Marklands, protector of the realm. Dictated, written by the Royal Secretary, Drumlin Vars The Steward watched as she reader the letter and when finally she had seemed to finish he wiped from sweat from his brow. Shall I have the women wake Lady Sienna? I daresay she may not be too pleased. Lady Tinuthel looked up from the letter, her dark hand clutching the parchment for a moment and shaking lightly as she squeezed the thin paper between her lithe fingers. Her eyes met with her Stewards for a moment before she looked back down at it and sighed softly. They are already replacing Filipwith some Lord from the north. She bit her bottom lip for a moment and shook her head, standing there in her nightgown in the doorway. A small warm breeze swept through the hall, causing her gown to flutter slightly as she stood there in thought. Weve no choice but to obey the King.send for my daughter, have her meet me in my chambers. She needs not dress. The Steward nodded and turned to a couple of servants who were in the hallway. Wake the Lady Catalina. She is to come to her mothers chambers at once. He clapped his hands at them and they hurried away down the hall and up the staircase. When he turned back around the door was shut in his face and he sighed some, shaking his head. A sad day for her. He said as he headed back down the stairs to his own chambers to start the preparations and order the particulars. But a good day for Holldale. These women cant remain in control forever. He laughed a haughty laugh for a moment before shaking his head and retiring to his own desk. There were feasts to arrange, lodgings to acquire, masons to hire, tents to set up, and all manner of things relating to housing an army and new nobles. The tent was hot, humid, and thick with the musk and the scent of two bodies entwined in what had been a marathon session of what sounded to be, at least from the outside, raw, rough, and un-adulterated passionate sex. Inside the tent, there was no passion, there was simply desire. The desire that one man had for a woman who couldnt resist himand wouldnt, if she knew what was in her best interests. Thick, rough, and callous hands grabbed tightly at the sides of the young pale skinned beauty. His fingers dug into her sides hard enough to bruise, but that was nothing new for Annabel. Neither was the rough treatment she was receiving. Every time she would receive any sort of relief, there was another thrust, harder and more rough than the last to meet her, slamming into her young body with the force of a joust from the back of a horse. Lord Raimer Iman moaned, his head leaning back and his pale blonde hair hanging over his shoulders as he continued to bury himself into his niece. She had been the daughter of his deceased brother by some whore or another, he didnt know, and when his younger brother had died Raimer was stuck with her care. He had taken her on as his attendantbut when the girl became old enough and men had started to take notice of her. He made sure that everyone knew, that she was his. The night of her fifteenth birthday he had taken her to his bed and taken from her the one thing that she had left that was still hersand here, five years later, on the anniversary of her that day, he was forcing her to relive that night. With a loud growl he thrust forward once more, letting go of the girl and thrusting forward hard enough to push her to the ground, only a small thin fur between her and hard dirt. He didnt relent. As she was pinned against the ground he pressed his chiseled chest to her slender back and held her down, hips pumping and thrusting into the young girl as he held her against the ground. One hand moved to her hair, balling it into a fist around his fingers and jerking her head back, his lips against her ear. As he breathed heavily, his hot breath covering her ear, he hissed his words. How does it feel to know youll never amount to any more than your dead whore of a mother did. And as he spoke he thrust hard once more and brought his other hand around, between her and the earth.groping at her breasts and digging his fingers in.