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Thread: Anything For The Throne (Vic x Amy)

RE Anything For The Throne Isabella watche the older man remove his shirt and blushed slightly feeling heat spread on her cheek bones. He was pleasing to look at that's for sure. She darted her eyes away as she spoke. Sir I'm not asking you to throw caution to the wind, I'm asking if you and your men are capable of this mission or not? She said, she knew men did not like being told what to do by a woman they liked their abilities being questioned even less. She forced her self to look at him in the eyes I do not claim to be an expert but I do have a useful education I was told you were the best and I would stand my best chance with you, but if you and your men are unwilling then I shall find another way to become queen again but I will do so. She stood up and and tugged on her bodice so it was realigned. I have no issues accompanying the army I am not so much the pampered princess one would believe me and my father and brother would go one month long hunting trips, and of the matter of rape you are telling me you are unable to control your men? She asked raising hr eyebrow. She pulled out a bag of gold, would be about a weeks worth of payment, she knew he would short changer her. Do what you must to decided whether or not you will be taking me up on my offer, that is a payment of good will, keep it for yourself, I am not short on gold and will be surrounded by it when I regain my throne... No I intend to eat something this morning. She turned on her heels and proudly walked to the door hand on the handle of the door. She stopped and looked over her shoulder, she knew the kind of man Oliver was already, he liked control. She looked up at him through her eye lashes over her shoulder. If you do agree sir, I will be in you debt. Then a playful smirk crossed her face. Not too mention it would be a great story to tell all those bar wenches and farmers daughter you seem so fond of, ever young girl likes a hero, even if you aren't one. SHe joked with the man thinking about how every young woman dreamed of hero, and how heros never had empty beds. She started the turn the handle to leave hoping she had allowed him to cool down alittle and possibly start weighing positives.
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Oliver smirked from ear to ear at Izabella's blushing it was always an ego boost, when he could make an younger woman blush. When the woman questioned his capability it was a slap to the face and saying how she could find another company was typical, but her questioning his leadership was the last straw. My men followed all across the world, but I cant be everywhere at once. Keeping track and paying out my men is difficult enough, but I also have to take into consideration the camp followers., Olver said as calmly as could manage. The man waited until the woman turned her back on him before clenching his fist with a grimace look on his face. By the time Izabella looked over at him the Oliver's fist was unclenched and his face vacuous, but his blood was still boiling. One day I'm going to humble you., he thought bitterly almost saying it out loud. Standing up Oliver went over to the table examining the bag of gold finding its weight suitable, but he knew he could milk more out of the girl. However, before putting the bag back down Oliver took a gold coin out and bit it to make sure it was real. Striding over to the woman he gently places his hand over hers, stopping the handle from turning. I don't need stories to bed wenches, just coin. You won me over girly you have our swords, so lets celebrate the occasion with you paying for a feast., Oliver gave Isabella an wolfish grin.
Thread: Anything For The Throne (Vic x Amy)

Isabella raised her eyebrow at him as she she could clearly see he did not take to her strong personality, 'maybe its a northerner thing' she thought to herself. Men back home did not like it, but when that female was of higher rank there was no question they would bend to her will. As she watched him inspect her coin she snorted a light laugh under her breath, counterfeit was the ruin of kingdoms, no queen would ever...but I guess he wasnt used to Queens. She lifted a delicate eyebrow again, as he stood close to her hand on hers, he lowered her glance to the hands on the door handle then back to his face, at home a man could have been beaten for being too familiar with her, though she would never act upon it. but don't you find bought sex...stale...it wets the palate but never fully quenches the thirst...or so I have been told. She smiled. She had at least gotten out of this alive for the moment which was more then most thought her capable of. She grabbed his hand back and moved it from the door to shake it. we will discuss price and final contract later but I am quite fond of the idea of a feast. I do not plan on warming your men's bed for their approval, but the next best thing when it comes to men is to warm their bellies. She laughed thinking of her father, Father lived among men like this most of his life, even with noble blood he was one of these men. He would have roared at her jokes while the noble women scoffed and the noblemen blush. She Dropped his hand and realized he still exposed his bare chest. are you going to get decent before we return to the tavern? wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea, would we? she joked. She waited for him and smiled more pleasantly then before, she knew she pressed a lot of buttons today and didn't wish to make an enemy of the man that would help seat her upon her throne again. He grey blue eyes danced, for the first time in months she felt a real chance, she had a regained vigor and motivation. She was utterly driven to remove her uncle the Usurper, and send him to the mines where he belonged.
Thread: Anything For The Throne (Vic x Amy)

The Isabella gave Oliver told him what the woman was thinking, but her thinking he paid for sex was just too funny for him not to laugh. Though the man could of tighten his grip on the girl's hand, he let her remove his hand from her's. and shake his'. Nor would I want you to warm my men's bed, when you could be warming mine., Oliver thought giving Isabella's body another ogle. It amused him how Isebella acted so regal and like she was still apart of the upper echelon, yet she had no crown or throne. You have me mistaken my dear, Isabella. Though I forgive you since you act as if you were a queen, without a crown or throne. For I love woman and the woman love me back, it just happens they also love my coin. However, I don't pay for women to have sex with me, I pay them to leave., Except for today Oliver thought today was a different story. Though the man was normally not prone to acts of boldness, but he knew Isabella couldn't just walk away now that he said yes. However, Oliver thought the woman would be able to dish it right back to him, which even he had to admit he admired about the lass. I hope you can afford to fed ten thousand men and still be able to afford us., he chuckles softly. Either way Oliver and his men would be eat tonight, giving no reason to complain.
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She watched his eyes trace the shape of her curves and she had a relatively clear idea of the genre of thoughts in his mind, she rolled her eyes waiting for his to return to her and their conversation. She smirked at him, it was nice to have a man that challenged her in the ways that kept her mind sharp. Most men are either to shocked, too enraged, too confused or too embarrassed to handle her sharp tongue and unconventional behaviors. But this man was tit for tat with her, and she enjoyed the mental stimulation. Sir need I remind you it is not a throne or crown that makes a woman Queen. It is my blood right, but more then anything the people desire me to be a queen it is my duty to be one, and return to them. She spoke momentarily serious before her face quickly flashed back to a smirk. And so you are a conqueror of many battles and many beds then, but be warned sir, one day one of these women you will want to keep around and she may simply follow the footsteps of those before her...it has happened to countless flirts and wild lovers, who knows maybe your next? She became sarcastically serious at this point as if it were the greatest down fall this man could succumb to. She Turned the handle to the door opening it slightly, isnt that the sort of thing my money goes to anyways, food and provisions? Or are the men usually expected to find their own means while in town? She was genuinely interested if these men were going to war for her, even if she had too pay a large fortune to them, she wanted to understand how their system worked, she did not plan on going to hid at an ally's castle ad watch from afar. And I may have never gone to battle before, but something tells me the meals arent always culinary art, So lets give your men one good meal before our strange journey begins. This may or may not have been over heard as the door opened but she did not care. In this moment she was more advanced then she hoped to be, and better off then she was the day before.
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Oliver knew he was in for it when the Isebella gave him a smirk, but he didn't mind for he loved those plump lips of hers. Is your uncle not of the same blood as yours? People must have supported his claim just the same if not more than yours, seeing how he currently wears the crown and sits upon the throne., he knew she wouldn't like that, but it was the truth. History has told Oliver that even an uncle could be a more popular heir, if put up against a woman. Isabella's remark about having a lover stabbed deeper into him, than any sword or any dagger ever could manage. For a brief moment his face betrayed his emotions and showed that the girl's comment wounded him, before his face returning to a blank state. I don't love women for companionship, I love them to stick my cock up their pussies or ass holes. Life is too short especially for a mercenary to fall in love., Oliver faked reaching for Isabella's ass bringing his hand back up to run through his hair. The older man was amused by the woman's questioning of his operations Maybe she thinks herself a captain., he almost barked with laughter. I use the money you pay me in order to buy food and other provisions, to take with us on the campaign. However, we also live off the land as well to save supplies., Oliver didn't mention the fact they also burned villages and farms to the ground and salted the earth. However, he knew this would be a different contract because the woman didn't want to rule a barren kingdom. Theres no way I'm letting you join the battles, I'd rather not have my new source of income die because she thought herself a warrior queen. Now lets eat I'm starving and so our my man., the man went through the door way and found his seat at the table now empty of Pox Faced Jimmy.
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She grew red in the face it hit her firmly, a pang. She was still furious as how some of the older nobles and their families had betrayed her. The people loved her, the knights that loved her father loved her but the many of the dusty old councils members and their dried wives found her too wild, too hot headed, too uncivilized and too much a woman for her birthright. She was supposed to be treated with respect and dignity that was the contract they had made with her uncle before aiding in his sack of her home, little did they know they put a tyrannically deviant man on the throne. She shook her head slightly clearing away the anger that bubbled up and refocused on the many in front of her. She was surprised to find the tail end of what appeared to be discomfit, even pain, in the older man's face. But by the time she had focused on the expression, it was already changing he returned to a blank stare as if his eyes void of any feeling. She pursed her lips slightly, she knew her comment held more weight with him then she was intending, she made a mental note to steer clear of that topic for some time. She smiled weakly at his comment, she had heard the like plenty of times before, men filling voids with meaningless sex. She jumped as his hand snaked around her and went to push him away, but by the time her hands connected to his chest his hand were not running over the curve of her ass but her hair. She held him and arms length away ad tried to snake her way free of his hands, even if they were as innocent as caressing her hair. I am not saying I am a warrior queen, but I am trained in swordsmanship and I am a fine archer. She called after him, seeming much more her young age in that moment then those previous. She was trained and would do fine against a mediocrity trained merchants son, but a Knight would cut her down in a moment. Isabella was a decent archer, but was better trained to use it fro hunting purposes then fighting. She did not know, or wouldn't accept, that in truth she would be nothing but a hindrance to the battles to be fought. I am not a child, I am capable of taking care of myself and your money supply. She followed him but stopped a few feet of the table, there was now a free seat beside Oliver but she didnt feel comfortable inviting her self to dine with them. She looked around the tavern, handed a tavern wench enough gold to buy the men here food and drink for the night.
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A five foot nine figure clad in all steel with a unpolished and black appearance, could be seen prowling the lowland. With every step the man felt as if his bones would shatter even with all the padding underneath, he felt gelid. The man lifts his helmet off to better examine the carnage at his feet, him soon feeling a lone piece of snow hitting the top of Oliver's shaven umber hair. For every broken and bloody body on the man's side, there were ten of the enemy there with them. Before I came to this god forsaken country I had ten thousand men, but today I only have nine thousand and two hundred, said with a growl, putting his helmet back on. Though Oliver and his men bloodied Isabella's uncle's men before, this was the first major battle of the campaign. Speaking of the would be queen he seen the woman become more stingy, every time she were to pay him for his service. It couldn't be due to the fact that the girl's so called ally lords have yet to send anything other then a letter, after the Landless Bastards haven been fighting for over several months, Oliver was almost in tears with laughter, having known things would be amiss. Almost conveniently today was the day of the month were he would receive payment, maybe he would charge more for his causalities. Mounting his steed Oliver rode on back to camp where Isabella would be waiting, in his pavilion tent.
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A runner had already relayed the events of the battle back to her, prior to Olivers return. It was a victory indeed, but at a cost. She was washed with relief as she watched the tides change before her eyes victory seemed all to possible. But when she refocused on the younger man who ran the message back to her she noticed the blood on his face, he looked extremely warn, she felt guilty for being so happy of a battle that also killed so many of this boys comrades. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, he blushed an ran off, but in truth she did not have the coin to tip him. She had just finished two angry letters to some of her suppliers. Her supporters would meet them at cross roads usually and deliver coin and supplies but they had been smaller and smaller shipments until this last month when nothing awaited them but a single rider and a letter. She had tried very hard to play it off like nothing was wrong, that it was all in her plan but she couldnt keep up the ruse for long. She had initially been loose with her coin to gain their trust and respect, not arguing about the outlandish prices, she had not reason to believe the coin would end. But she drew the her coin purse tighter and tighter, Oliver and herself had had many heated discussions, she wasnt sure she had the coin nor ability to get through one more unscathed. She made her way over to Oliver's tent, it was kept as the war pavilion, used for meeting with the different commanders. But the tent was divided also containing his sleeping quarters. She stood just inside the tent, the flap open, she thought about making herself comfortable in one of the chairs but decided against it, she didnt want to push her luck, she knew that there impending discussion would be...difficult. She watched as he brook through the trees his heavy armor smeared with blood, he looked like something out of a child's nightmare. She stepped out from the tent, as he drew near. The sun hitting her auburn hair, causing it to shine bright colors of copper, honey and chocloate. She wore Breeches and a loose fitting shirt and soft leather boots. She had taken to wearing mens clothing on camp as she tended to help out, and skirts became a hindrance. It took awhile for the men to get used to the sight, and her to get used to the staring. Her pants hid very of her lower body, the fabric pulled as it stretched over her full round bottom. Even thought her shirt was loose it too at times would pull in away that her larger perky breast could be made out. She crossed her arms over his chest attempting too appear confident and strong. she was dreading this encounter all day, she had just over half the money she owed him and no more...and Oliver didnt seem the type to accept I owe You 'S
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Through the slits of mail Oliver's azure eyes spotted Isabella outside of the tent, dressed in male garb which amused him seeing how it only enhanced her ass and breasts. All the men in camp know what tight little body you have, dressing like a man doesn't change a thing, the man man thought, smirking as he imagined ripping her clothes off and ravaging her. No matter how hard the woman tried to masquerade her true feelings, Oliver always knew it for a ruse. This wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last time a employer, to act as everything was okay. Steering his horse over to the stables Oliver dismounts and hands his horse over to the stable master, walking over to Isabella and the tent. I'll deal with you in a minute,, he walks by the girl going inside the tent, closing the flap momentarily. Shortly after Oliver walks out of the tent wearing all black and carries his gear over to the blacksmith, handing it over to the smith to clean and maintain his gear. For the second time he makes his way back to Isabella, but stops to stand in front of the girl. As a result of today's victory I will be needing more money, now come inside and close the flap., Oliver flashes a devilishly grin, knowing she cant afford to pay him more than she is now. Stepping into the tent the man sits down on one of the chairs as he awaits Isabella to join him.
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She watched Oliver closely, he made her nervous and she was not used to the feeling of being nervous. He looked at her like a bird of prey would look at a field mouse. She stood for a moment out side the tent catching her breath. She was not only angered but the sudden rise in price but she was fearful of the conversation to follow. Oliver and her self had had many such price 'discussion' before but she knew she did not have the funds, knew that even if he settled to not raise the price she lacked the funds. She regained her composure and took a deep steadying breath before throwing the flap aside as she stepped in letting it fall in place closed behind her. Raising the price again, you are no mercenary you are a highway robber. She said did not sit and join him but stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. I actually wanted to speak to you about payment, It seemed lord of Rutenhall is delayed in his portion of funding this war, must be the coming bad weather. In truth she had not heard anything as to why he had not payed, and the other lords and kings in support of her cause kept dangerously quite as well. I have been over charged almost this whole campaign, surly and extension of the payment is not a ridiculous request. She spoke sure of her self her voice and face revealed none of her nervousness, but her body did not follow suit, a slight shiver ran through her body. She removed a purse smaller then usual, and held it for him to see This is more then half the payment and I have no doubts the other half will be here shortly. She did have doubts, she wondered how much if any more money would make its why back to her.
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Oliver faked outrage after Isabella accused him of being a highway robber, he was too good looking and skilled to be one. No my sweet dear I'm indeed a mercenary, but you mistake my services as charity,, the man said coyly, as he looked into the girl's eyes. After Isabella told him that lord Rutenhall's payment was delayed, Oliver knew he had her now. However, the man waited before he replied taking in her accusations, until she brought out the pitiful coin purse. Isabella hadn't need tell the experienced mercenary it half the money she normally owed, but now he wanted more. Its not exactly easy getting supplies out here seeing how none of the towns, will sell us anything. Thus we have to spend time getting supplies out of the country, getting them back to camp, and the whole time being overcharged, a bit of disdain was in Oliver's voice, things would be easier if they could loot the towns and cities though Isabella forbidden him from doing so. He was going to press his luck, but the man knew the woman had little choice in the matter. Seeing how you cant afford the original fee let alone an increased fee, I'll make a deal with you. Let me have my way with you tonight and let my men loot the nearby town, and in return you keep your gold for now at least. Oliver's smooth voice was full of lust, having been waiting for this the whole campaign. Who knows maybe he would enjoy her company more often, if she couldn't pay him. Wait until I tell the boys I fucked a queen, Oliver openly wore a smirk, his eyes roaming her body slowly.