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

Again her face found flush when he called her by her name. It was like a sweet caress. This man must have had a chain miles and miles long, with broken hearts connected to each link. It was clear that he was a charmer. Bess told herself to be careful she had a fianc and she had to consider what Johnathan was working towards. This sort of thinking was useless. Her heart was already swelling with his kindness not only towards her but towards her ancient steed. A nice stroll for the old boy would do the broken horse some good. Are you sure? she asked as she studied the horse. It was a sleek and fine ride, bred for speed. Like its owner it was powerful looking and a beautiful sight. Casually she reached over to pet its strong neck. Bess did not know the effect she held over men and she did not realize that she gave her savior quite the scenic view. He is such a beautiful horse, with such a pretty name. I am afraid such heavy pulling may be too much for him. The beautiful landlords daughter straightened up and straitened her hat out more. If you insist though Johnathan, I will have to take you up on the offer. My poor Simon is just unfit for the trip altogether. I have been telling Papa to get a new horse for the last few years but he insists that Si is still workable. She hopped down from the drivers seat of the carriage. Bess had not cared about grace when dismounting the traveling device. Right now she had a horse to unhitch and replace it with another. She walked with a sway to her hips and she patted the dust of her dulling red dress. The crunching from Simon had stopped and she began to carefully unhitch the horse. He was a good behaved ride and simply stayed were he was at, bending his neck down to sniff for water or grass. Ill just hook up your Tallaroy, she said with a smile and she went to do just that.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Never one to resist temptation for long he took every moment he could to eye her form, studying the curves that lay underneath her red dress whenever her head was turned. Like a true gentleman he helped her were he could, ensuring the horse did not act up again while she readied the harness. Don't worry about my horse here. He can be disagreeable at times but put him to work and he's the best you can find. He pulled away with Simon, holding his reigns leading him to the side of the cart. Quite the large haul you have here he remarked, eyes trailing over the large supplies of foodstuffs before taking an ample gaze at her bottom. I'm looking forward to seeing this inn of yours. I must admit, the prospect of a bed for the night is very appealing. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The carriage pulled up alongside the old inn, it's make appearing brand new. It's outer frame shined in the sun, black with a gold-colored outline. The two white horses that pulled it along looked just as expensive as they actually were, standing in the sun like two proud animals out of a storybook. One of the drivers, dressed in a fine a outfit as servant was allowed, dismounted from the head of the carriage and lowered the steps from the door, opening it for his Lord and master and bowing humbly. Your destination sir, he said, eyes lowered and to the ground. A black-booted foot stepped out of the carriage, followed soon by a man whose every inch spoke of high class and money. His coat was a brilliant red with black lace and looked like it cost more than most of the inn. He held a cane at his side in his black-gloved hand, its head carved like that of a dragon, and it pressed deep into the ground with every step. He had no use of it as a crutch, simply enjoying the feel of it in his hand. The sharp blade that it his was also of added benefit. But his most striking feature was his face. Cold and sharp, he was very much considered a handsome man but with a personality like that of a snake. Quite and unassuming at first, but given any moment of weakness and he would strike you down and take what he wanted. Such was the case now as he approached the inn, seeking his bride to be. He was trying to make a habit of meeting her here and reminding her of her station. With her family not well off financially he seized that chance to make her his, her being the most beautiful woman in all these parts. He only had the best for his household and be planned to do the same for his bed.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

He could feel the love for her father radiating from her as he walked alongside the carriage, Simon proving docile and quite pleased to have the heavy load lifted from him. He sounds like quite the man, and she quite the woman. I'm looking forward to meeting them, though I hardly see how he can call it being ripped off when he got such a charming daughter out of the arrangement. His gaze turned to the countryside for a moment, thinking back on old memories at her question. Yes, I hail from such parts. Though my travels keep me moving from place to place enough that I've found home in many town and villages throughout my lifetime. He had not the luxury of such a loving upbringing. A bastard son born of a prostitute found little care in the slums. Had he not sought his own path on the highways he could very much see himself having died years ago in some gutter. But here he was, oftentimes mistaken for a man of good breeding and wealth, and all he had to deal with was the constant threat of the Red Coats. Not a bad change, if he had to say. His attention was quickly back on her, eager to here the story of her life. There was little point dwelling on his own past after all. -------------------------------------- Sir James eyed the establishment with unhidden disdain. How he loathed to come out here to this rough neck of the woods, mingling with the common people who passed through this inn. He would never have come here all that time ago had the rumors of Bess's beauty not reach his ear from one of his personal guards, a man now barred from this place for having slapped the girls bottom in the presence of her father. From the moment he had seen those ruby red lips of hers, perfect for certain decadent bedroom practices, and the curves whispered of by her dresses he knew she had to be his. Her station mattered little as long as she was beautiful as a woman would have little else to offer in his lifestyle, the friends amongst the gentry knowing the proper place of a woman. His cane hit hard against the wooden porch, announcing his presence with every step. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the site of that miserable little troll, Tim. He would have been a fool not to notice the man's obvious attempts to meet his favor, a cowardly little suck-up if James had every saw one. But such men had their uses and if the young man proved as eager as he looked than perhaps their were some jobs he could hire him for. He stepped into the inn with a eye out for his bride to be. His nose flared up at the smell, a scent only really he perceived in his hatred for being here. Had the foolish woman not insisted on doing this the proper way he would have married her right off and taken her away from this place, never returning if he had any say in the matter.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Was indeed quite the talker, though with a voice as lovely as her she could be cursing him and he would still stop to listen. He found himself enjoying her company, himself preferring to listen to the stories of others and learning what he can of them and from them. It had saved his skin more than once. As they approached the inn he could see what she what she meant when she said her father had put work into it. Though old and looking as though it could have gone through a few more renovations he could sense that it meant a great deal to her, and any place loved by such a charming girl must have its own hidden charms. Trailing his eyes over the land he spotted the carriage parked outside and felt his mind flare up, his sense as a highwayman taking over. Two drivers one at the reigns while the other acted as protection, most likely wielding a rifle or a blunderbuss with both carrying a pistol or two in all likelihood. The presence of the white horses and the obvious quality of the entire carriage meant that the owner must be quite wealthy indeed, one of the higher members in the upper crust and very rich. Such a man who flaunted his wealth would most likely be carrying a substantial coin purse, his ego large enough for him to not to worry about the risk. Even if this proved not to be true such a mans clothes and anything he would carry would be worth a pretty penny, not including any gold bits that may be attached to the carriage itself. He came back from his thoughts, aware now that his lovely companion was unabashedly upset. Not exactly uncommon for the lower class to feel, but odd for someone running a business. Pardon if I seem rude, but is something troubling you? It seems that the presence of that carriage is distressing you. --------------------------- The nobleman sneered at the gall of this man, one of the few who did nothing to hide their disdain for him. Had he the mind to he could have had him thrown in prison for any number of reasons regardless of the truth behind them. The only reason this man could still mind his rat-infested inn was the pretty little thing that he and his probably whore of wife had manged to conceive. James would have the last laugh of course when that little bitch was in his bed and suffering his lusts. You're sense of humor precedes you, James said as he approached the bar keeping a careful eye out for Bess. I only came to meet with my bride to be, to make sure of her health and well-being. Living in such a... he waved his hand, gesturing to the aged building. ...state, cannot be good for her young body. This was not the first time he had come, seeking to convince the girl to hurry up with the wedding. Both parties knew this adherence to traditional courting was just a way of delaying the inevitable.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Distressing wasnt even the word. Unconsciously she slowed the horse pulling her cart until it was almost completely still. She drew in a deep breath. This was not supposed to happen. Why did he always try this? Bess knew immediately why he was there. Another attempt at getting her to marry him prematurely. Her nose crinkled. What a horrible thing to come back to! Especially when she was having a such a lovely time with an actual gentleman. Just like James to ruin a perfectly fine day. You truly have no idea, Bess said in a whisper. Was it that she was afraid that James would be able to hear? Slowly the pair approached the ornate carriage a true abortion of actual elegance and grace. She sat up strait and swallowed harshly. My fianc is visiting. Though I am less than pleased with him at any length. The manipulator. The brute. The bastard. Hiding her distain for the man was impossible and she did not strive to. There was something about Johnathan that she trusted and she knew he would not hold it against the inn. The hooves clattered against the cobbles of the old inn yard and the cart rattled. Instead of pulling up along side of the carriage she instead looped around, urging Johnathan to follow. I would be happy if he simply dropped off of the face of the earth, she said. That way I would not have to worry about him hassling my papa or trying to press me to be his bride. They had reached a backdoor that lead into the kitchen and she slowed the horse to a stop, jumping off of the cart again and heading in the back to start pulling out food. Cook should have been waiting at the door for them. All she would have to do was pull out some of cans of milk for the man and he would take care of the rest. But do not worry. It is my place. Sometimes I hate being a woman though. ---- Douglas simply lifted his shoulder. James barbs had little effect on the old landlord. When he had first met the man it had meant significantly more. He had taken pride in his nice, quaint inn over the hill. Now he simply brushed it off. James was a bitter, bitter man who put all of his value in what he could own. Oh, aye, he said as he poured himself a mug of ale. She hasnt been sleeping with the pigs lately so she isnt as dirty as normal. If you thought she was pretty before wait until you see her without mud on her face! Though, growing up the way she did, I doubt that her health would be effected by a little dirt. She is no wilting, English rose. He took a large swig of his ale and eyed the man. Shes out doing some errands for me. She should be back shortly. Are you sure you dont want some ale? It will help you to deal better with your surroundings.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

The highwayman was taken aback when she mentioned her fiancee. It was not so much a shock that she would be engaged, for her beauty and charm were such that any man would be happy to lay claim to her. What surprised him was her station and the station of her husband-to-be. That a man of high status to degrade himself to the level of marrying a commoner was surprising to him, especially with the characteristic egos of the upper crust. Though with a body like Bess had...he could understand that a man of high standing might take the risk. Though this did make his original goals more difficult. Though enjoying a night of passion with the innkeeper's daughter had been in his mind since he saw her the idea of a rich fiancee made the risk higher. Even staying here now, with such a man with connections to potentially every Red Coat in the area was a huge problem and could mean his death. Of course, he was always one to steal things of beauty and value from any noble he came across. It is truly unfair for you to be pressed into such a marriage, he said, helping with the cans of milk where he could. He hated to see a girl upset for any reason. Though believe me, I'm sure that you will find being a woman can be...truly wonderful. It depends on your company, that is all. ---------------------------------- James bit back a sneer, turning away from the insufferable man. He preferred the old barkeep when he got angry over his jabs. No thank you, I will await my bride here. When she arrives... oh how he wanted to throw this man into the jailhouse and watch his daughter beg for mercy. Then he would show that whore how she deserved to be treated. He could already picture her bent over, the lash whipping her back as the tears fell from her eyes. Himself undoing his breeches, running his hands along her fine ass... He came out of his daze, shaking his head before looking back to Douglas. When she arrives send her strait to me.
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Bess could feel his eyes instantly on her and she tilted her head to glare at James. His tone is what set her anger off. The man was acting as if she just had a rut with Johnathan. Not to mention he had used her full name. Her lips pursed. Elisabeth was what her father called her when she had done something wrong as a child. She ran a hand through her long, black wavy hair and huffed audibly. How nasty his mind was! Never before had she let someone as so much as touch her. James knew. She had rebuffed him several times. I was out getting groceries, she stated in a matter-of-fact and clipped tone. Arms came to protectively cross around her chest and her shoulders were thrown back. I was nearly killed Simon had collapsed and when the cart wouldnt stop, he became frightened and began to run madly. If it werent for this gentleman that you keep glaring daggers at, I would likely have a broken neck. Without giving him proper mind or recognition she simply blew past him, making her way over to her father. He was looking sallow from the news. Even to so much as stop drinking his ale and intently listen to what she had to say. Bess was all that the landlord had and to hear that she had been in the slightest bit of danger worried him to no end. Are you alright, Bessie? he asked. His large blue eyes were wide and his emotions were easily read in them. The black eyed beauty instantly lost her edge and she took her fathers large face in her hands. Poor man. At his age he shouldnt have to worry about such things. I am fine Papa. Just a little shaken. she told him as she pressed a kiss to his bulbous nose. Seeing the two together it was impossible to tell that they were related at all. Save for the skin they both had that pale nearly white hue. Though her fathers had become blotchy with age and years of drinking and being out in the sun. Johnathan, that man in the black cloak, he saved me. I know you wont mind if he stays a night for free and gets a good meal in him. Not at all! Not at all. Anything for the man who rescued my little angel. Bess smiled brightly, showing off her white teeth. It was an oddity for such a girl to keep herself so taken care of but she did think very highly of herself. More so than any woman of a man like James should have. Her cheeks flushed as she stole a glance away at Johnathan. He looked even better from a distance. It was clear that he kept in good shape. The time he had spent on a horse had given him great a physique and a confidence seemed to pour off of him. I can show you up to our best room, she said to him. Again she was completely ignoring James. This was a small indulgence she was allowing herself. For the rest of her life she would be bound to that ogre. Now she simply wanted to fantasize and be a young woman.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

James scowled openly at the stranger, not missing the look that his fiancee was giving the man. The little trollop dared to treat he future husband in such a manner while strutting herself for some two-bit horseman? This would not stand. He stepped in between Elizabeth and the rider, moving too quickly for them to close the gap. Hold one moment girl, I did not come all this way to be brushed aside like that. His anger was plain, brows lowered as he stared her down. And this is just the thing I was talking about. Were we wed you would already been living in luxury and not being dragging by some flea-ridden horse to and from town. Tf his is not the place of my future wife. He couldn't understand how she spurned each and every one of his advances when he offered her everything and more, things other girls in her position would kill for! And you, he snapped at Johnathan. Though his distaste for the man ran as thick as his arrogance he held himself back, putting up at least some air of gratefulness. Such heroism must not go unrewarded. Staying a night in this... he gestured to the building, ...hovel is no way to treat the man who saved my Elizabeth. Might I offer you a night in my manor as well as, shall we say, a monetary compensation? He wanted this rider out, that was plain to see. Johnathan was not the first man he bought off to leave Elizabeth alone, and especially not the first that might take more...extreme measure with. Johnathan, to his credit, gave James only the attention that the man believed he deserved. It was hard enough listen to the fool prattle on while Bess kept staring at him with those beautiful eyes. Monetary compensation? Ha, it was worth more to Johnathan to stay in the good graces of the lovely vision he had saved than even touch and gold offered by this bastard. That is all well and good, the rider said as he stepped forward past the noble. James could only stand there, stupefied by the brash arrogance of the rider as he approached Bess with a smirk. But this fine lady has offered me her room and board, something that is no small expense for an inn. He bowed to her father, tipping his hat in the utmost respect. It would be shameful for me turn it down. And of course not to mention leave what I can smell to be... he took a whiff of the air coming in from the kitchen. ...a delicious meal. Holding his arm out for her, in what was clearly a jab at the noble, Johnathan gave her a wink and a nod. I would be honored if you could show me my room, my dear.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

A hovel? That personally insulted Bess. They had worked so hard to make sure that the inn was a lovely, if quaint, establishment. Even though she knew that James was always like this and that he was just being pompous, it still bothered her. How her father could remain calm under such blatant and undeserved cruelty was beyond her. It made her want to slap him and scream and stomp her feet like a rabid child. She would have, too, but Johnathan handle it with much more tact than what she ever could. A highly satisfied smile crossed her lips and she used her hip to push James out of the way. A smirk crossed her lips, one that screamed defiance, and she looked over her shoulder to toss it back at her fianc. That should have put him in his place to know that she much preferred the company of a lowly horseman than to her own betrothed. Inwardly she chuckled. There was not a thing he could do about it either. The pair were not married yet but she knew that he sorely wished to show her a thing or two. It will be my pleasure, sir, she replied. She intertwined her arm with his. Again her heart beat madly and a flushed crossed her pale cheeks. Why did his very touch send her into such a titter? How silly and girlish she must have appeared then with a dreamy look on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. A look that she had never given anyone before. She lead him up the stairs to the second floor of the inn. It was well kept and homey. The wooden floors were scuffed a sign that over the years many feet and trunks had been taken over them. On the walls hung paintings and drawings of local artist. They weren't the best but they added a certain rustic charm to the place that Bess found immensely endearing. At the end of the hallway, pushed beneath a window, was a small desk with a fresh vase of wild flowers that Bess had picked that morning. She worked hard to make the place as homey as possible. Here we are, she said with a smile as she went to a door and opened it. Inside was a large room with a nice, big bed that was covered with a patchwork quilt and large, fluffy pillows. There was a decent sized vanity with a pitcher and bowl in it for freshening up. In either corner were a chest of drawers and a dresser for things that needed to be hung. At the foot at the bed, covered with extra blankets, was a trunk with a lock and a key, to keep valuables from prying eyes. I figured this room would be best. It has the most accommodations and will likely be good for a horseman like yourself. The bath is down the hall and I can heat water for you and fill it if you wish. The idea of him bathing sent her cheeks into a brighter shade of red.