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

Bess gave a laugh. He was right. Being a woman did have its advantages. She knew that if she wanted she could get her father to do anything she wanted. Large eyes, shimmering with tears, and a quivering lip seemed to get many men into fits trying to make sure she was comfortable. Most men did not like to see women cry. Yet James was different. Once she had stubbed her toe and tripped, getting a plate full of food down her favorite apron, to the point of being damaged beyond cleaning. He was smirking like a cat at the humiliation and pain she was feeling. That look had struck her. It still struck her upon remembering it and she felt the blood drain from her face. When they had made sure that everything was ready for Cook, she undid the fine horse from the dart and knocked on the door three times before leading Johnathan back to the stables so they could get the horses grain, water, and a nice place to rest. He is a dreadful man, she continued in a hushed voice. Tim was more than likely lurking about. That man was an insufferable. He was as bright as a snuffed candle and had the demeanor of a nasty dog. Naturally him and James made quite the pair in tormenting the beautiful landlords daughter Tim having taken to being James snitch. He basically pushed father in to the engagement by blackmailing him. Its been dreadful. Whenever he is here he always makes sure that we know our places in his eyes. There was a rustling of hay and she knew that the half mad stable boy had heard what she said. The black haired beauty rolled her eyes and began to hook up Johnathans horse. She looked around and found a feedbag full of oats, which she promptly placed on the lovely stud. I suppose it is time to meet the man your- A loud, agitated scream came from in the direction of the kitchen and she gave a snigger. The wrong cheese. She must have bought the wrong type of cheese for the French bred cook with the sensitive palate. It was always the cheese. She took the other horse from Johnathan and hook Simon up in a very similar fashion before patting him and whispering in his ear about being a good boy. Now lets get you a room and something in that stomach, she turned to the stunning man. A flush crossed her cheeks. She did not notice how close they were before. Her heart beat and she stared up at him, black eyes sparkling. She had to shake her head to pull herself from the trance and instantly she took a step backwards, nearly tripping into a trough of water. Regaining her composure, she added, just follow me. And she lead him through the stable and back to the cobbles of the old inn yard and to the dark wooden door with the green stained glass window. ---- A loud string of French erupted from behind the bar and instantly sent Douglas into hysterics. That noise from Cook was the signal that Bess had arrived from getting the food. The young woman always bought the wrong kind of cheese and it would send the French born chef into hysterics. It did not matter though. He was always able to make something delicious with whatever the brazen girl bought from the store. Ah, it seems that the Lass should be walking through that door any minute, he said as he motioned with his head towards the front entrance. She always likes to play games with poor Cook. Bessie has always been a little feisty though. English men have no appreciation for that sort of spirit. I find it charming. Another large gulp of ale went down. Soon he would be privy to an exchange which would include Bessie blatantly refusing this man. Doug sighed and a wistful smile crossed his lips. The look on the pompous ass face was enough to keep him warm all winter long. Almost on perfect cue the door open and in came Bess. Her face was flushed, hair a mess, and was breathing roughly. Just what had the young girl been doing?