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Thread: A Lovely Knight ( Mojito & Mr.Fox )

Being the military man that he is, William was conditioned to awaken at the crack of dawn. Despite no longer being on the battlefield, the General could not shake the habit. As such, as soon as there was light on the horizon the man was already awake and dressed for the the start of a new day. As he was slipping on his boots, William noted the sound of knocking against a hard wooden door some where down the hallway. This was quickly followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. Thinking nothing much of it, he continued to finish dressing himself. While he attached his sword to his belt, however, he heard a loud crash of metal on stone that sounded as if it was coming out from the hallway. Bolting to the door, he swung it open and peered out in the hallway to see if he could located the source. Of course, nothing seemed out of place in the hall and in fact there was only one other room near his own. That room was Ava's, directly across the hall from his. Not knowing whether something was wrong or not, the General decided to trust his gut. His gut's reaction was that something was amiss and that he should find Ava as soon as possible. Drawing his blade, William grasped the door handle of Ava's room with his other hand and turned it. With a sudden burst of strength, he threw the door open and moved inside, his blade up in an on guard position as his eyes fixed themselves upon a threatening sight. There was a man atop of Ava, as the woman struggled beneath him. Raising the tip of his sword so that it held a line towards the man's chest, the General's voiced boomed, Remove yourself from her, before I remove you my self by ramming my sword through your chest and pinning you to the wall! William knew that as long as Ava was moving, she was alive so it would be best to try and take her attempted assassin alive as his weapon of choice, a pillow was not very threatening. If he had a knife to Ava's throat, William would have decapitated the man before he even had a chance to speak.
Thread: A Lovely Knight ( Mojito & Mr.Fox )

Ava's blood boiled with the heat of a thousand suns. The aching pain of her chest from her stifled heart only led to the sound of rushing winds flooding to her ears. Anger and fear consumed her entirely, little sense remained as she tossed the pillow aside and sat up and frantically removed her legs from beneath her assailant. Emerald eyes only confirmed what she already knew. A watched as the dark orbs of the cloaked man veered to her side table, where a steel dagger with an onyx hilt lay just beyond her reach. She snatched it up and heard a sharp gasp escape his lips. She pressed the tip of the blade to the skin of his neck. Gliding a tender trail upon the skin, the length of a gold sovereign. Even seconds after she pulled the knife away a thin red line of liquid swelled upon his skin. He's being nice. You will do well to do as you are told. I should have you impaled in non-lethal areas so that you may feel the pain of death without dying. I should have you crucified and then finally poisoned with the slowest working poisons in existence so that you have time to contemplate your errors as you die...Now, do you understand what I'm saying or do I have to reiterate myself? Her anger had soon ebbed away. The remaining anger she swallowed was audible. She had gone off the deep edge for a moment. The dagger was tossed aside and a couple of guards ran into the room. Nice to finally see you. A sigh of defeat escaped her lips with the sarcasm. Take him to the dungeons for interrogation. Do. Not. Lose. Him. Her slender fingers raked themselves through her wonton hair as she ordered the guards to do their jobs. She had hardly even taken note of the thin clingy fabric of her gown exposed with the fur blanket resting at her waist. Panic, fear, and confusion had surpassed her modesty. The stranger was yanked off of the bed with obvious and well deserved harshness and escorted from the room. General, please, don't leave yet. Her words were obviously torn between formality and friendship. Thank you. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. Your instincts are just as sharp as they were when you left. She had found it hard to smile. Her eyes blankly stared at the surface of the bed. She tossed the blankets from the bed and sat over the edge for a few seconds. Her bare feet meeting the cold surface of the stone floor beneath. Ava sauntered until she stood before William. There was no avoid his gaze. She had never come so close to losing her life before. Another long sigh of defeat escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a thankful embrace. Blinking back the tears that started to form. Will knew how she hated crying or even being seen crying, but there was no helping it. Thanks. She inhaled deeply to help swallow the flood of tears that threatened to escape down her flushed cheeks. Reluctantly she freed him from her embrace. I'll be down to the dungeons soon to see what progress we make, just...let me get dressed. She was just now feeling the effects of his warm body wearing off as the cool air sent chills along her exposed flesh.
Thread: A Lovely Knight ( Mojito & Mr.Fox )

It was a relief to William that the man seemed to yield and remove the pillow from Ava's face as soon as he was confronted with the tip of the General's sword. As soon as the assailant had yielded it was a bit shocking that Ava had pulled a dagger upon the man and was holding it against his neck, drawing a bit of blood. Fortunately though, the woman halted and did not slit the man's throat. She still gave the man a few choice threats as the guards finally arrived. The guards hastily removed him from the bed and restrained him as they took him away to the dungeon for future interrogation. With the threat now gone, William sheathed his sword and turned to face his queen. With her command for him to stay with her, William stood at a formal attention despite Ava's lax words. As she stood up to embrace him and give him her thanks, William realized just how thin the fabric of her night gown was. As she pressed against him in the embrace he could feel every contour of her body beneath the sheer gown. Placing one hand on her upper back, the General held his Queen as he comforted her. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers against her cheeks wiping back the tears as he let her cry in their private moment. After she had left his embrace, William finally spoke, We were fortunate this time. If I had not heard the crash of your furnishings, this incident might have turned for the worse. We will have to discuss future precautionary measures to take after you get dressed. As for now, I will wait outside your chamber door while you dress your majesty. Trying to act as professional as he could, William gave a slight bow and with a sharp turn exited the room.
Thread: A Lovely Knight ( Mojito & Mr.Fox )

Of course. She nodded her head in a swift agreement and waited until the door closed to turn and walk to her wardrobe. A long glance at the mirror reflected the sight of her disheveled mane of hair. A quick sigh escaped her lips as she gazed her vast collection of attire. Quickly plucking a dress with a slip silhouette and shoestring straps, eagerly tossing away the time and need for corsets, girdles, bustles and other confining whatnots. The sliver of green silk was cut at the bias, making the narrow dress cling to the body, accentuate curves, and hang more gracefully at the feet.Soon she sat on a wooden stool before her vanity and slipped on slippers and gazed in the mirror to brush her hair and tame the mess into a sleek head of pinned up curls with a few stray tendrils hanging upon her shoulders. It was a simple and quick fix. One final touch remained - the ruby hung from a cold chain round her neck. The gem rested comfortably in the valley of her breasts. In seconds she had moseyed over to the door and slowly opened it, quickly turning around to gently close the door. She took a deep breath before looking into William's eyes. Let's get to the bottom of this. Her words held firmness as she waste no time heading in the direction of the dungeon. What do you have in mind for such 'future precautionary measures' ? Up the guards, of course. However we may need more defending on what we are dealing with. Her feet instinctively carried her down a flight of stairs where heavy bolted doors and two armed guards separated them from the tunneled grounds of the dungeon.
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RE The Business Deal Annette took in the marble and gold of every surface with in the home. She smiled as the butler announced their arrival, his deep voice resonating throughout the large interior. She smiled as a two men and woman descended the marble staircase covered with ivory carpet and gold trim. She blushed as they looked her over she could not tell whether they approved or disapproved, not that it mattered since she had no intention of following through with their disgusting scheme. She avoided looking at them too much she didnt want to show any interest and kept her eyes low. She stood by as her parents and his chatted, she all three to be amazingly kind but could only imagine the beast they called their son. She caught sight of the man at the corner of her eye and found her stomach churning. Turning her head the other way she stared at her hands, she could pretend to be extremely shy then they would realize she was all wrong for him. Sighing as the butler announced that dinner was ready to be served. She followed behind until her mother tucked her arm with in hers. They like you, she purred into her ear and kissed her cheek. Now charm the boy. The boy, he was a man same as she was a woman. She rolled her eyes she had yet to open her mouth that was the reason they adored her, she wanted to spew her thoughts but would hold her tongue. She smiled at the hosts as she sat. She glanced across the table, the ivory place setting atop of the golden tablecloth matched her own but was meant for her intended, she supposed. Her intended, she intended NOT to go along with this. Shed be on her best behavior now so as not to embarrass her parents, but this was it. The last straw, she had to come out from under their shadow, but now was not the time. She would wait until the moment was right. She looked at him now, her eyes revealing nothing as he took his own seat across from her. Perhaps they could get out of this, she thought with a small smile on her lips. She took him in he was handsome behind all the pomp and circumstance. She wondered how he turned out the way he did, they didnt seem to spoil him. She unfurled her napkin and placed it across her lap properly, she did have manners they werent complete animals. She wound slender fingers around the stem of her water glass and brought the rim to her lips. The burn in her throat subsided and dislodged the lump wedged there as well. Deep blue eyes flitted across the table and met with his, she smiled. In her most polite voice she spoke, Im Annette Creed, you are? She knew who he was, a blind person would know he was, however she would allow him to tell her.
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RE The Business Deal Watching him closely golden eyes and red hair, she suddenly found herself wondering what his children would look like, shaking the thought she felt sick. There was no way she could do this. Closing her eyes briefly, she wasnt sure if shed even get a response. All she was doing was trying to be polite. His demeanor was the same as her, forced. She wanted to stand and scream and throw a royal hissy fit. But that was Chads game, not hers. Putting on the smile that didnt quite reach her eyes she curled the corners of her lips. Please call me Annie, no need to be so formal. Leaning back she looked him over, every bit the rich boy, she thought. Shed met plenty of his type and now knew them well. Im an artist, my medium is paint. Ive had several shows in Austin and one in Houston, not that youve seen them they were charity shows. She pursed her lips, he was boring, she smiled slightly and dropped her gaze to her lap briefly before meeting his eyes .Do you prefer Donovan or something else? Before she would receive an answer the doors flew open and servants crowded the tables. The plate that was set before her contained a Cornish game hen, fingerling potatoes and asparagus. It smelled delicious, but the thought of food made her ill. A woman approached with a wine bottle, placing her thin tan fingers of the top of her wine glass she smiled up at her, None for me please, I prefer to always have control of myself. Though I would take some lemon for my water if you dont mind. The words werent a jab at the man that sat across from her just a simple statement of what she felt. She didnt read the paper or watch much TV. Her eyes met her parents and they frowned slightly. Sighing she glanced up at the male and lifted her fork and knife. Im sorry Donovan, I didnt mean anything by that. I dont mean to offend. she gritted her teeth and cut into her chicken. She nodded at the woman that brought her lemon slices. Keeping her voice low she smiled at him nonchalantly. Look I am not happy about this either, but if it is for the good of my parents I will do it, we both will just need to suck it up and get along. I never wanted to marry and I never ever wanted children, so you have no worries with me. She laughed at the end of her statement in case they were listening, You can go along or not but at least lighten up and pretend this isnt a root canal gone awry.
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RE The Business Deal He shook his head slightly trying his damnedest to not let that shake show to any other member at the table. Oh how he hated the social contract, This was all very cruel and unusual punishment. He released a little chuckle as the food was brought out, for the four older guests this was a celebration for their eventual marriage. The two of them however, were celebrating a funeral. Their funeral. He took a few quick bites, he wasn't really that hungry he just didn't feel like talking, for the rest of his life if he could help it. At this point he felt he would have been better of if that wall had done some damage to his head. I uh..Prefer Donny actually... But Donovan works too I guess. He waved a dismissive hand after her question in order to get the notion across that it really didn't matter. He sighed, oh great an artist. He had met sooo many women like her, and man did they drive him crazy. All of them were bitches, every stinking last one of them. They would always play the high and mighty card and chuck it into his face. Worse then that, she was a painter. They were the worst. A big collection of snot nosed pretentious pricks that just needed to have their pedestal kicked out from under them. At least his type were honest about who they were. But those painters oh boy, they were pieces of work that made everything into a stupid metaphor and chalk your opinion up to not understanding the essence of the art. He sighed as he played with his asparagus with his fork, the same way he did when he was five years old. His mother cleared her throat obviously, he gave her a quick glance and a fake smile as he stuffed one of the pieces in his mouth. He looked down and studied his plate. So..Uh..Annie. Do you prefer the works of Claude Monet or or Max Weber. As much as he hated the artists, he loved the art. Even if he was just looking for an excuse not to get railroaded by the friendly police. No offense was taken. Why did everyone think he had a drinking problem? You get caught drunk a few times in a car and everyone instantly sends you off to get help somewhere. Just to spite everyone at the table he took a long sip of his wine and called the server over to fill it back up, even though the glass still had a quarter of the wine left from before. He took a darting glance at Annette, a small scowl forming on his face. I'm just getting married to you no one ever said I had to get along with you. And I 100 percent agree with you on both parts. Children? No one said anything about kids. Was it implied? Maybe but still to rush him into this was monstrous. Oh trust me. If I thought it was like that, I wouldn't be acting so calm about it. He grinned through his teeth to try and fool the other people at the table that they were getting along splendidly. He took a second to compose himself, and then began to speak. Annie what type of wedding would you prefer? I mean a small one or a big one? What cover band would you like to get? He was trying to goad her into being quiet as he brought up the actual future wedding itself. He hoped that it would work.
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RE The Business Deal I love the works of Dali! His work entitled...oh what was it?... It was um. Oh yeah, Geological Destiny, that is my favorite painting of all time. He wasn't surprised when she brought up Dali, or he wouldn't have been surprised if she had brought up another surrealist painter, but for some reason her response tugged at his heart strings. Something about the surrealists attracted him to their work. Maybe it was their use of strange elements, or interesting painting styles but he quite frankly wasn't very sure on the matter himself. He watched her for a moment, barely touching his food anymore which was an odd enough fact for him. Was she...Disappointed by what he said? He couldn't really tell but the way she moved her head, and that look she seemed to give pointed him in that direction. He went back to his food quickly, how could he even think about kids? He didn't even want to think about marriage! Why would either of those things cross his mind? He had the life. Well, except for some of his shortcomings but he still had a great life and he wanted to live it the way he wanted to. Kids would come much later, if ever in his mind. He grinned through his teeth. That fake grin you showed to people you had disdain for but wanted to try to keep a semblance of politeness. She was playing his game, and he hated that. Oh that's good then... Wouldn't want it to get too big. And I would say about..Eight children with a good even split of boys to girls. You would be okay with that right 'Annie'? He wasn't going to let up on her just because she was willing to play this demented game, and he certainly was going to put the ball in her court as much as he possibly could. Evelyn shot her dark eyes at Donovan from across the table. She knew his angle, cause he had been doing the same sarcastic thing since he was five years old. The look caused Donovan to tense in his seat and go back to eating for a moment as he waited for a reply.
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RE The Business Deal I own my favorite, the persistence of memory and the elephants . Even when I was a child it was my favorite animal. She smiled genuinely, unsure of why a common favorite of many would make her a bit glad he was one. Sitting her glass down she smiled at him gently and cut off another bite of her chicken, she didnt eat much meat. It wasnt that she was a vegetarian or anything, she just liked vegetables more, but her mother pitched a fit if she didnt eat some of everything. She couldnt imagine the social events she would have to attend as his wife, it wouldnt be up her alley , Then again she could drag him to gallery openings and charity events. Annie wanted kids, she just hadnt been able to find the right guy. Looking up at the man across the table for her she knew he wasnt the one. Nothing could make him be unless he decided to change everything about himself. Though he probably felt the same way about her, yeah she could dress up like a floozy and show all her goodies off. But why? Why should she when she wanted someone to like her, for her. She saw the gleam in his eye and smiled right back at him in the same manner. Oh my Donny why stop at eleven. One more would give us enough to have our own baseball team, add us and a football team. But if you want that many we should probably start right away. Boldly she stroked her foot against his ankle. She had no intention of consummating their marriage, ever. Before she could move her foot even further up her leg, as she intended her father stood clanking his fork on his wine glass. Dropping her foot down she turned her attention his way. Id like to propose a toast, to the kids and may they have a wonderful life. May it be filled with happiness and adventure and many children. He sat and her mother stood, Though it begins so suddenly for you may you feel the burn of love in your chest from tomorrow forward. Annette stood, blue eyes wide, Tomorrow? I have to marry this buffoon tomorrow? At her parents nod she stiffened, You only told me today! She glared at the male, I might marry you, but know this. I will not be happy about it! she slammed her lanky body into the chair and sobbed into her hands. The idea of marriage was something she could have gotten used to, but not this suddenly. One last night to be alone in life before this man was flung at her.
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RE The Business Deal Donovan thought about what lead him to this moment. The ever long list of events seemed to pool in his mind like a timeline. And then he got to this moment in his minds eye and that was it. He knew this moment would be the end of his life. He hoped it wouldn't literally be the end of his physical life but he knew his life was certainly ending none the less. He spun the wine glass around for a moment as he listened to her response. He was flabbergasted. He always thought of himself as a master of sarcasm, at least as good as those artists were with their paints, if not better even and as a result he usually came out on top. But with Annie around. He was awestruck to say the least. Either she was just as good at it as he was or she just wasn't willing to back down. Either way this was going to be one of the few challenges he had ever had in this arena. Wow Annie...Eleven kids? Do you think you can handle the responsibility of being a stay at home mom? I mean I will have to go off to work of course but someone has to raise the children right? And then he felt it. He felt her leg brush up against his, her foot sliding methodically over his calf muscle. He had never felt repulsion and lust in this combination before. He unfortunately had to say that she was turning him on with that leg, and he hated it. He looked up as the fork hit against the wine glass and the toast was given. Donovan looked on in utter dismay and confusion. Wait....What?! They were getting married when? e couldn't believe it, he thought there would be some type of process. Some kind of...code they have to follow but apparently their parents had just decided to take them to a shark tank and then push them straight in without a cage. This is ridiculous! We can't get married tomorrow, are you all nuts! We just met. Not to mention I just heard about this today...Not an hour ago. Donovan was seething with frustration and rage. Everything was spiraling out of control and he couldn't handle it.