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Thread: Family Bonding {Last_Son & Frogger}

I slept fabulously! Thank you, darling. Nicole offered the young boy one rather brilliant smile on her behalf. Eyes simmering pools of golden brown which appeared as more of a chocolate hue than anything at the moment- locked onto his, black strands falling against her cheeks. The young morning light ran its fingers along her hair, adding a certain glow to the luxurious mane. One soft, delicate hand rose, index finger playfully tapping the end of the boys nose. Connor, Connor, Connor she breathed. How many times must I tell you? Call me Aunt Nikki. Aunt Nicole makes me feelold. To emphasize this point, she stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes. Seconds later, she laughed at herself for doing such a thing. If you dont start doing thatIm going to have to punish you. Do you hear me? Mischief danced along her lips, though there was a tone of seriousness to her little threat. Moving closer, both hands came to press onto his chest, just rubbing it through the shirt he wore. Youre not a bad boyare you? Nicole whispered against his ear, her hot breath teasing the sensitive flesh there. Her lush and firm breasts could be felt through the thin material. Due to the counter behind him, he had nowhere to run.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Camelot has not been the same since the death of Authur and his knights during Mordred's usurpation. The kingdom had fallen into decay and with the churches stranglehold on religion and scientific study the people were more afraid than ever before living in their own filth and unable to rise and better themselves. The current king, a brave knight but poor king name Elias has but one child, a beautiful daughter he dotes on. His various lords hold all the wealth and true power of the kingdom and what little magics that still exist in this world are no longer at Elias' s command. He hopes that the yearly Christmas Tournament will at least bring joy to the people. It should be quite a spectacle with every knight in the British Isles and a number from Gaul and the rest of the mainland coming. There will be swords, maces, axes, wrestling, boxing, a large mock battle, and of course, the joust. Elias is quite excited, hoping to even have a go himself and though he has not done well as king he is still strong and fit. He is not weak by failure or choice but inheritance. His father, King Titus, gambled, drank, and whored the kingdom into massive debt then when Elias was just becoming a man he fell drunk from a tower to his death. Elias had been forced to endure the corrupt and petty advisers of his father and though he had striven hard had only managed to cut the debt by half in his thirty years reign. To be fair the kingdom had known peace and he had been able to wed his beloved bride and have his precious daughter. But with old age beginning to creep up on him, Elias is desperate to find someone to help him save the nation he has so valiantly served all his life. But considering this unlikely he simply hopes that the tournament will be entertaining.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

They named her Fenice, meaning phoenix, he hoped above hope that she would be able to rise from the ashes of their past. Her mother agreed to the name giving her the middle name of Hope. Standing on the balcony in the frigid air, she pulled her cloak tighter about her form. Strength, beauty and kindness, the epitome of a princess and the grace of more than a few. Pale blue eyes swept over the snow riddled land long locks of brunette hair flew out from her hood and whipped across her face blocking her line of vision. Milady, the weather is quite chilling I dont suppose her maid said, or at least started to before a delicate hand was lifted to silence her and stop the flow of words. No, Im not at all ready to retire you may do so. I am fine Mathilde! With so many knights upon us it would take a fool to try anything. Her crystalline eyes bore into the maid. If anyone knew her best, it was this woman, elderly and wrinkled but wise. She knew the worry that befell the princess and how she fretted over the smallest of things. At least she cared, that was the final thought on the matter. As you wish, goodnight. The soft clip of her shoes receding back into the castle was all she heard after that. Well besides the whinnies and clip-clop of horses hooves on the cobblestone streets below. Many banners flew outside of inns and homes, pronouncing whom it was they kept. Her eyes darted here and there hoping, praying that one of them would rise victorious. However, not only in the tournament, but also in helping to restore the power back to its rightful owner. The kingdom needed a hero and Fenice knew he was out there, scouring through all of them would take time. She had no help a lone girl could only do so much. With only her instincts and prayers to guide her she looked down upon the sleepy little kingdom. The tournament would start the next afternoon with a big meal and a show of skills with targets out and ready to be sliced, pummeled and torn to shreds. Any amount of gossip was worthy of her time and a great hero was said to ride and fight under the approaching banner. She waited, slipping away to the nearest tavern she sat in the shadows, hood pulled low for fear shed be spotted. Having followed the dark banner to this point. Something drew her here, a feeling. Call it intuition or a death wish, either way shed at least be able to sort through the facts.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

The talk that night was of course about the tournament and many a drink were raised to King Elias who was quite popular with his people, always judging them fairly and trying to help however he could. Many hoped to see him a field again remembering the days when his mighty arm had dropped many a knight both to the ground in the sword, or off his horse with a lance. No one had noticed the princess nor did they bother the young woman, all too busy for talk which was a marvel in itself. Besides her father a number of the more popular knights were the topics of discussion. Traian, a distant descendant of Gawain, built along the lines of a horse rather than a man was the one of three local favorites, having once punched his opponent's horse during a mock battle and knocking the poor animal out cold. The second local man was Graret a much smaller man that Traian but just as popular because he was quick and had a way with the ladies. he had also managed to best Traian during a joust during a practice day earlier so everyone was eager for them to come together again. The last of the locals was Uramet a newly made knight who had proven exceptionally skilled with a sword and lance and was quickly proving himself a champion. The perennial favorites from Gaul and the mainland were also here but as this was a local tavern they were not discussed favorably though they were given respect for their skills. The princess has heard quite a bit about all of these knights, and had met almost all of them, thus it was only she that noticed when a huge dark skinned man came in. Such arrivals were not at all unusual but the fact that he wore a knight's armor was. Still he had the knight's mark and being who she was she knew that he had been knighted by the Archbishop of London making it legal for him to compete in the tournament. He drops some coins on the bar and goes up the stairs to his room leaving the room quickly but not before she notices his deep green eyes. He vanishes without a word to anyone going to an empty room and bed. Soon the men are getting a bit excited and very drunk so it would likely be best for the princess to head home soon. It's snowing heavily and the guards are calling for people to clear the streets in preparation for the tournament, as in the morning the local priest will walk the streets blessing the city and praying for the protection of all within.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice watched the man curiously. No others seemed to take notice though she didnt see how they could not. Stifling a yawn she rose from her seat soon after realizing the man was likely retiring for the night. That and the rowdiness of the crowd beckoned her to bid the tavern farewell. Not wanting to be caught she walked silently along back alleyways and roads. The call of the guards was heard as her feet reached the servants entrance. Mathilde sat in the princess personal sitting room, waiting for her and unable to calm her nerves until she saw the young woman was in bed. Speaking nothing of her travels to her maid, she merely stripped down, washed up and dressed for bed. She owed nothing of an excuse to her maid, although she knew the woman knew what she was up to. She lay in bed long after Mathilde left, wide awake. Propping her head on her hand she peered into the darkness trying to recall all that she had seen. It was only then she recalled his eyes, a deep green. The dark skinned male would be peered upon in battle. Although she knew enough, not to show such interest in case her people fell by his hand. Sleep came, restless as ever. Tossing and turning until the sun peeked above the horizon. Each day bringing new dangers and challenges. She was left to sleep on, having been known to have trouble and not resorting to the medicines and potions given to her she slept until she awoke with a start. Jumping from the bed, she hurried about trying in vain to dress herself and wondering where her maid had gone off. Spotting the woman watching and laughing from her perch in the rocker Fenice calmed greatly. Would I allow you to sleep through the festivities? She chided the female. Dressed in her best and newest dress, the golden fabric was thick and able to withstand the cold. While thick soled boots and socks would keep her feet warm and comfortable. Her thick hair was left down with sections wrapping around her crown to keep it in place on top of her head. Fenice scurried through the castle, hoping she hadnt missed the greeting of the knights. Swiftly she bustled in and sat on her throne, alongside her father. Long tables were against the wall and laden with food. Many men gathered but the one she sought wasnt present. She noticed, but only halfheartedly that many of the knights changed their stance completely when she entered the room. She found it amusing that they sought to impress her in this way yet on the field resorted to hard blows and iron fists. Good morn she pressed her lips to her fathers temple, his advisors watching her closely as she moved. I take it that you have slept well Papa. He only nodded in response, unwilling to allow the men into their private talks. Smiling the female waited until her maid approached and asked to bring her some of the delicacies, but not too many as she planned on retrieving some of her own to accidentally rub elbows with the right men. She needed someone not from here those here didnt see the problems and issues that plagued their fair kingdom.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice held her hand to her breast, the skin tingling from the action of his lips. Her cheeks blushed at his compliments, ones shed heard before but from him, for some reason, meant more. Her eyes held his gaze, green to blue and she smiled fully. Her head tilts toward her father then, leaving his gaze for the moment but returning shortly after. Moving to her fathers side she smiled upon the knights, heart racing and cheeks flushed with something she wasnt able to place her finger upon. The men filed out and she listened and watched curiously, as those left conversed. His armor was intriguing but it was far too heavy for her to lift. Dragging a finger over the helm, she get an idea, the kerchief could easily replace the small rag. However, unsure of how and when she decides it would be best to hand it to him outright. Therefore letting him know of her favoritism. Biting her lip she watches them interact more, this time speaking of the swords. Sitting back on her throne, she watches in awe as he draws them, sending her into a fit of giggles as the guards scramble. His wink and smile cause her knees to go weak and she is glad she sits. His little show causes the table to fall and she clamors to her feet in shock. Her father was impressed she could tell and knew that in that moment this man was to be their saving grace. How, she wasnt sure yet. Hearing her name, she smiled at her father, Of course father I will be along in a moment. She turns to the man and smiles, taking in a large breath. A soft smile graces her lips when he bows to the portrait of her mother. Waving Mathilde away, she moves closer. Not yet Her hand moves up to her breasts and dips slowly into the bodice of her gown. Sir Hargik, if I may I would like to bestow upon you a token of my admiration and devoted trust. It would please me greatly to know you keep it upon you in each trial. The lace kerchief pulled from her gown wafted into the air the delicate scent of her perfume. Her cheeks colored as she placed it into his large palm and pressed his fingers around it with her own. I believe you shall gain more than just a champion status in these tournaments. She dipped into a curtsy and smiled up at the knight. Please take your leave, but do not forget my token. Mathilde watched, smiling from a corner. This was the first time she had given the kerchief out and shed had one from the time she was toddling until a moment before. Perhaps he was the man the kingdom needed. Fenice caught her eyes and waved her out. Their thoughts ran alike Mathilde was the only one besides her father she trusted. Turning her head she watched him go, she had no doubts that he was full of greatness. Sir Hargik May I walk with you to the lists? I can meet my father there and bid you farewell. She rushed forward joining him.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Smiling she glanced at the replacement in his helm and bit her lip. Its forbidden for me to use a males first name unless we are more than familiar with one another. She blushed the scrutiny with which he looks at her caused the blush to deepen. Her eyes flitted over him, taking in his pure male form. His respect and honor of her were endearing and his merriment contagious. Snow comes a lot for the Christmas tournament, it is wonderful to see. Smiling she looked back at Mathilde, Neither... it is to protect YOU from Me. she giggled and tossed a handful of snow on his shoulder. Fenice couldnt help wanting to know more about him, he was sweet and happy. Something she needed more of in her life. The child falling caused Fenice to grip Neebos arm gently. Fenice bent with the large man, the crowd staring at them trying to see what he would do. Relief rushed through her when he began to speak softly to the child. Fenice stood and allowed him to handle it. Her mind rolled over the situation, nothing about him was what one would expect, it was refreshing. Fenice couldnt help but feel attracted to him. If it were her choice, she would love to have him as her king. The thought caught her off-guard. An introduction was made and she smiled down at the little one before dipping into a low curtsy herself. No, it is more honorable for me to meet you dear one. That bump on your head could use some snow, it will help with the bruising and its also refreshing. She grabbed a handful of the clean stuff and held it to the childs head as she giggled. Grasping her hand, she moved back to the knights side. A woman stepped up a pang of jealousy swept through her at the idea Neebo could be attracted to her. She wanted to say no, but the expectant eyes of the little girl caused her to rethink her decision. Id be delighted to have you join us. Her smile was a bit forced but her attitude genuine. Her eyes moved over the crowd, We have a tournament to get to. She gave the childs hand a squeeze. Her smile warm. Fenice knew this was not the proper time to talk, she knew inviting him to her room would look bad. However, a secret meeting in the woods would be fine. Mathilde would cover for her and Neebo would be discreet.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Each ring on the end of his lance caused her heart to beat faster. The steed he rode was magnificent and it matched his rider. Once the targets were gone, Fenice could barely hear. Standing she moved to the edge of the raised dais, careful not to fall. Posts were shattered and the looks on the lords faces was enough to keep a smile on hers for years. The darkness of the sky barely registered to Fenice until she heard the horns. Disappointment entered her eyes when her father takes her hand, helping her down and not Neebo. His words shock her though, Y-yes father, that is acceptable what with the wonderful gifts he bestowed upon us. She graced him with a smile, careful not to allow her eyes to linger upon him too long. The news caused joy to spread through her soul, a moment alone with him would now be possible. The idea of sneaking into his room caused her to tremble. Fenice walks among the men, silent but ever watching. Her eyes falling to Neebo more often than not. She listens as the knights talk and her cousins prattle on about nonsense. Blushing when their eyes meet, Fenice glances away but always meets his eyes again. Glancing up at her father she can only smile, I think it is a wonderful change amongst the normal tournaments that befall us year after year. A wonderful change indeed Her eyes land on Neebo again, I think we have Sir Hargik to thank for that. Her mind is lost to the conversation after that. Moving with the group. Used to sitting at her fathers side she is delighted to find herself seated next to the knight. Sitting in the seat, she is able to look upon him and play it off as though she is glancing at her father. The food is supplied and she is able to listen and turn her attention to her plate so she isnt simply staring upon him as he tells his story. Listening she can imagine him in the jungle as the lion, her lips lift into a smile as she spares a small look at him. Herself as the lioness. Either way her chest tightens and her cheeks tint red, imagining her nuzzling his cheek. This leads to more in her mind and children are not far off. Lifting her chalice, she takes a long drink trying to ease her throat and her mind. Her eyes lift to his, was it possible that he felt it too? She swallowed hard and attempted to pay attention to the jester, his antics enough to ease the tension in the room. Her body burned beneath her dress, she needed some air. Perhaps after dinner I might enlighten you with a tour of the library Sir Hargik or a game of chess? Anything to be alone with him for a moment, Mathilde would stand as a chaperone, or even the Archbishop. Anyone to inform the knight of the help she truly needed.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Why i think both would suit me rather well Princess Fenice thank you. Just allow me to remove this. Unlike the others yet again he had a simpler job with his armor which he gives to the servants as eh removes it. They struggle under ti despite this but soon he is in simple but suitable robes and moves to her taking her hand. She notes that he moves with the same sure grace but his movements are even quicker now. After you Your Grace. Both Mathilde and the archbishop followed then to her surprise so did her father. I want to see someone beat you at chess my dear. Ne'ebo is very impressed with the library asking to be allowed to read the books at some point which is granted happily by the king. Finally they come to the reading area and the beautiful chess set nearby. While the servants built up the fire in the fireplace and the Archbishop and king took their seats and Mathilde took a seat by Fenice once Ne'ebo helped her sit. Once taking his seat and sure that the doors were shut and locked Ne'ebo sighed to the archbishop. You were not exaggerating my lord. Those men are cruel evils monsters. The king blinks but the archbishop explains. Ne'ebo knows of your debt Elias. Ne'ebo nods as he rubs his hands gently looking at Fenice. They assume far too much . I would like to help however I am able. He moves his king side knight out and to the right. He looks up at Fenice his bright green eyes glowing. He clearly wishes to speak to them all but he also going to use the game to get them some time alone as Elias is clearly also tired.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Her eyes lifted, brightening as she watched his large hands remove his armor and reveal more of him to her. She placed her hand in his and rose. His steps are quick but she wishes to loiter a bit, taking her time. One hand lifts her skirts to keep up, in doing so her eyes light on her father. His explanation causes her to laugh, Traitor The library doors are opened by Mathilde and the Archbishop, each sharing a glance. Fenice does not miss this and knows inside this room the knight will know all. Clinging to his arm she allows him to guide her around the library she knows well. The sitting area is informal and personal, intimate even. She relaxed back into the chair he led her to, the fire warming her feet as she slipped off her shoes and stretched them toward it. Fenice, who had been staring into the fire and wishing she and Neebo were alone, head shot up at his words. Moving her eyes over each of the people in the room, eyes lingering on Neebo, mouth open and soft as she sucked in air, waiting for him to say more. His eyes on her caused her heart to triple in its beating. He wanted to help her lips pursed in thought. Her mind rolling over him and trying to figure something out, unable to focus on his first move. She blinked looking up at him, her light blue eyes meeting his . I am not sure of how you could help her fingers hovered over a single pawn, but she only bit her lip and gazed over the board.
Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Ne'ebo's eyes glowed as she said his name. I come because I am needed Fenice. He had gently squeezed her hand many times as she lead him about his eyes locked on her face. Now with his statement he knew would confuse her he smiled and found a small sitting room and explained. I was born in the small African town of Hagrik. It's several hundred miles south of Egypt. I mastered my warrior training by the time i was ten and had already killed my first ten men. I was with my father when a group of Egyptians came to speak to him about mining the gold and other precious stones and metals in our lands. He agreed but on the condition they take and educate me. they agree and did though they did not treat me well. I was little more than a slave but i learn to read and write and do all my maths. I discovered their plans to kill my people less than a year after i arrived. i killed them all and presented the evidence as my defense. i was acquitted but also banished, but a friend took me with him into Asia. We went to China first but they would not speak with us so we sailed to japan. there my friend was killed in accident and after a few months wondering around in which I learned Japanese I was taken in by my Lord Tekono. Tekono is the most brilliant warmaster I have ever known Fenice. For the last fifteen years he has personally trained me. I have become his chosen samurai, a Japanese knight, despite my not being Japanese. I have fought for him and my father who is my African lord though I have not seen him since he sent me to Egypt though we have written. Your archbishop is friends with a priest there who is my lord's good friend. They learned of the tournament and sent me. Tekono wishes to improve relations and perhaps even trade between our nations. When i arrived your Archbishop told me everything. I sent a message to my master while i waited to be knighted and he gave me permission to stay and help. He does not expect me to return to his service and has released me to become my own man. I do still have the right to use his name and my father's as my lords. He smiled as he kissed Fenice's hand then shrugged and stood bending at the wait cupped her face and kissed her deeply but tenderly. We've both wanted me to do that since we first saw each other.