Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)
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				Title: <strong>Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 20:24:24</strong>
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				For years counting thrice had I battled in a far land.&nbsp; A stolid, yet vicious opponent.&nbsp; Na'theless, we overtook our kingly objective, and I rejoiced to return to my homeland, where my blushing bride awaited me with open arms and blushed lips.<br>A stop at the capital to receive the lauds and awards that true acts of bravery rarely become.&nbsp; Yet I had saved the life of a Duke, and thereby gained my Title of Baron, and a small fief with manor/keep.&nbsp; Fortunately for me, I had also relieved my fallen&nbsp; opponents of much gold and gems, which had passed beyond the eyes of those less noble.<br>Yet in the midst of my triumphant return, my tragedy loomed.<br>My stout percheron, Engage, pranced his way to the door of my Betrothed, but she came not forth to greet her longing victorious knight baron...Instead comes the footman, to tell me that she had departed, and bid me speak with her family anon.&nbsp; <br>Speechless was I and well confused. True, I loved not Lady Elain with my heart, yet I had pledged myself to her and she to me...We were to wed...and I hoped that my small acts of service to her and her devotion to me would cause us to grow closer in love...She was over slim and dainty...not so much to my taste...but that mattered not when duty was at stake.&nbsp; But she departed?&nbsp; Without so much as a 'by your leave'? I was more astonished than hurt.<br>Agog, than aggrieved...but to be so used.<br>I followed the footman to a garden retreat, and awaited upon the family for explanation.
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 05:28:43</strong>
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				Sheena looks around. She'd heard her sisters betrothed had returned. She felt for the man. Her sister had been anything but faithful. She is brushing out her long flowing auburn hair. Putting it into a bow and that was it. She didn't do much with her hair. Unlike her sister she didn't fancy all the pretty things. The makeup and the fancy gowns. She liked her things a bit more natural. Like the beautiful yet simple green dress. It framing her less thin more average sized frame. Her height more of a petite to average size. And her eyes the same green color as the dress she was wearing.<br>She stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on to finish getting ready for the day. She walks from the room. Hearing that he had been guided to the gardens. She heads to meet him. To answer the questions she knew he had. She walks there lightly. Not dressed in the same type of shoes her sister had worn. Hers were made of a simplier material than the silken shoes her sister had favored. She smiles at the brave man her sister had betrayed. "Its good to see you again. I'm sorry it is under such times such as this." she says. Her voice gentle and caring. Yet natural in its expression. "You have questions. I can tell. I will try to answer them for you. But I will be nothing if not completely honest with you."
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 12:03:16</strong>
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				Steven nodded to her.&nbsp; "I have come with gifts for my betrothed, though the brideprice has been met, I would gift her and her family."&nbsp; How often he had practised those words, yet they sounded hollow. Why did he never use his Fiancee's name?&nbsp; And why did his wander wander over the frame of her sister, unfaithfully wishing it was she he was to wed.&nbsp; <br>True, they had been good friends in youth.&nbsp; He had been a tease and she the awkward younger sister.&nbsp; But he had always tried to be kind to her. Then his mind went back to the day some boys his age had made fun of her.&nbsp; He had defended her and been beaten, but fought until unconscious.&nbsp; No one could do so, because...he loved her.&nbsp; Then the full weight of what he must do crashed upon him.&nbsp; He was to wed an unpleasant haughty girl, who thought herself beautiful, because she was skinny.&nbsp; &nbsp;When his hearts desire smile and sat calmly before him.<br>"To see you again give me great joy.&nbsp; I am happy that you, my friend, have blossomed into such a beautiful woman.&nbsp; Who would have thought that, from the awkward child I befriended, such beauty would spring.&nbsp; Alas, you are not, and will not be mine to wed, so I must ask about your sister."&nbsp; He soke it as a jest, to cover that it was his heart's truth.
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 14:03:57</strong>
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				Sheena lowered her gaze. "You shouldn't have old friend." she says softly. Looking back up at him. She'd wondered if though he'd never used her sisters name, he had loved her. But thinking back on it she could remember no happy smile on his face. No lighting up of his eyes in all the times he'd seen her. It had been like his heart was dead towards her sister.<br>"I am happy to see you again too my friend. Though I too wish it was not in a time like this." she sighs softly. Going to sit beside him on the bench in the garden. Though she tries to hide it his words had made a soft pink hue cover her tanned cheeks. As she spent many a day outside in the garden. She loved doing things with her hands. Loved to take care of the flowers she'd planted herself by herself.<br>She clears her thoughts again. My how short her attention span had become while waiting to see if her sister would stop her selfish bratty ways. But alas she had not. She focused in on his words. She'd just managed to get the tint away when his jest caused it to return. She looks at him. She'd always wondered why as kids he'd been so kind to her. But that kindness had made her fall in love with him. The fact that he'd treated her like she wasn't the ugly duckling on adding to the flames that had started as a spark of a crush. "Then ask away old friend. Though I doubt your going to like any of the answers." she says staying truthful. Though she wished she didn't have to. She didn't want to see Stevens handsome face crossed with sorrow and pain.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 22:10:41</strong>
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				"Why is my betrothed not here to great me...That is the short question that I think I need the answer to...If she is ill or distant, why does not your father come to welcome me home?<br>I...have already received word that my mother, arranger of the marriage has passed away."&nbsp; He closed his eyes for a moment.&nbsp; "I hope you don't think less of me...I still cry when I think that I missed her last year..."
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 14:40:39</strong>
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				Sheena lowers her gaze for a moment before looking back up at him. "My sister was never faithful to you old friend. She isn't ill nor is she distant." she sighs softly. "My sister ran off with someone else a couple of years back. Ran off and hasn't come back since." she looks him in the eyes. "Father wishes to not talk about his princess. She disgraced and dishonored both you and him by her actions." she says very calmly. She looks at him. "I could never think less of you Steven. Telling you those words. Telling you the truth of what has gone on during your absense. Is the hardest thing I've ever done or that I am ever likely to do." she says gently. She hugs him tenderly. "I was there. I told your mother the truth. That if she closed her eyes and listened to her heart she'd hear your voice. Would see you again." she pauses. "She told me something. She said she was proud of you. That she'd be watching over you from above." she looks away for a moment. "Your mother had always been so kind to me...even when my own parents would turn their backs to my sorrow...she was always there. If you need to cry Steven, I won't be thinking less of you. Everyone expresses sorrow...even men. Though men tend to be a bit shyer about expressing sorrow through tears." she pulls him close and hugs him tightly but gently at the same time. "Your mother will always be with you Steven." she lifts his head tenderly. Poking his chest. "In here. And in your dreams."
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 23:13:14</strong>
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				He sat down at the news. <br>"Honestly, sweet Sheena, I'm uncertain what to feel at the moment, so many things you have shared that my head spins.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not dismayed about your sister...Not marrying her is not going to cause me anguish, but I feel for your family.&nbsp; <br>Your news of my mother, brings me grief and joy both...&nbsp; I feel cast out to sea...&nbsp; <br>Please hold my head for a moment."<br>He put his face in his hands, not wanting her to see him like this.<br>What options did the world hold for him now.<br>He was a Baron without a Lady, oh how the vultures would circle.
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 23:39:31</strong>
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				Sheena sits next to him. She'd known this news, both parts of it, were going to be hard to swallow at first. Hard as it was for her to tell him all of that. She knew it was even harder on him. She looks at him. "My father doesn't care about anything but what others will think of him. Mother always listens and does everything father says or demands." she sighs. "They have always worried about their "princess" and reputation more than anything else they had." she takes his head up against her chest. Stroking his hair gently. "No matter what Steven. I'm here for you as you'd always been for me." she says softly. So soft only he would hear. Kissing the top of his head like he'd done to her so many years ago.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 23:54:48</strong>
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				He shuddered a few times, then calmed in her arms.<br>"Dear sweet Sheena, your parents do not know a true princess when they have one.<br>I wish I could make you a princess to show them how wrong they are, but all I can offer you is to be a Baroness, and the wife of a man who will refuse to take revenge on a flighty immature girl who improved his life by walking out.&nbsp; That flighty girl unknowingly gave me the gift of freedom.&nbsp; Freedom to ask my childhood friend whether she might allow me to court her.<br>Sheena, whether you know or not,&nbsp; I have always wished for you.&nbsp; You are so beautiful to me.&nbsp; Know that I am not settling for another, but reaching for the greatest prize as I am no longer forced to accept the consolation.&nbsp; As a King's Knight, my word that all I say is true.&nbsp; Just say the word and I will call your Father to ask his permission."
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 00:51:35</strong>
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				Sheena smiles when he'd calmed. They'd always had that sort of effect on each other. Been able to calm each other down from the deepest sorrow or the darkest rage. She snaps her attention to him. "I am no princess dear friend. Nor do I desire to be that to my parents." she says softly. She wasn't quite sure at first she'd heard him right. His next words had made her heart flutter. The crush she'd been nuturing yet gaurding safe from harm was burning oh so much more brighter. She turns a soft pink as the words finally sunk in. As realization that he'd actually said those words made a smile cross her face. "Okay. But your in for a rough time. Father isn't going to approve that easily." she laughs softly. "I would be honored to be courted by you." she says. Though in fact she was soaring in the clouds inside. It was almost as if every wish and hope she'd made that he'd stay safe and come home to her had come true. Every secret wish and desire seemed to be coming true. If she was dreaming she didn't want to be woke. She looks at him once more. Her blush turning rosier. It showing even against her tanned skin. "Oh I hope you really mean those words Steven. You don't know how much they mean to me. How happy they make me." she hugs him closer.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 01:43:40</strong>
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				"And that you are wishing that I court you, make my heart to burst, lovely Sheena.&nbsp; I will speak with your father...I think I might have a good argument...Please leave me with him for a bit...&nbsp; No, I'm not going to hurt him!"<br><br>He hugged her, and kised her hand with a deep bow, then left.<br><br>Her father was in the library, checking titles in a heraldry book.<br>"Ah Sir Steven, please come in...I was afraid that this time would come....I'm afraid she ran off, can't be helped..."<br>"While my ire might be held against you family, my Lord, I have a solution to this...problem.&nbsp; I would ask for opportunity to court Sheena, and her hand, should she agree.&nbsp; You will find me a dutiful son, if you say yes, my Lord."<br>"well, I don't know! I've lost one daughter betrothed to you.&nbsp; You probably have no brideprice to give for her, either.&nbsp; I want my youngest to marry a noble!&nbsp; No offense, since my eldest lost her chance.&nbsp; Return to me if you have the same brideprice, and can offer my Sheena a title!&nbsp; Begone until then, Boy!"<br>Steven stared at the man.<br>"What, are you deaf? Go!"<br>Through gritted teeth, Steven answered him.&nbsp; "My Lord, I rejoice that you are to be my Bride's father, otherwise, honor would demand that I kill you on the field.&nbsp; From this day forth, in private, once Sheena and I wed, you may call me, 'Son', In public, I will expect the proper titling as your dread Baron and superior Lord.&nbsp; As to the brideprice.&nbsp; While you owe me that in return sir, for your eldest's dishonor, I will agree that Sheena is worth twice that and pay you now in gold and gems.&nbsp; As I am quite wealthy, such baubles are little to me.&nbsp; You stated your terms, and I have fullfilled them.&nbsp; I caution you carefully on your next words...family blood can thin."<br>The old man glared at him and appeared about to explode.&nbsp; Then he laughed uproriously.&nbsp; "Done and done, you have me, my Son, and have played your hand most well. My daughter shall be in good hands.&nbsp; I am well glad.&nbsp; Thank you for the money, this has been a hard year.&nbsp; I shall post the bans tomorrow.&nbsp; Let me know when you two choose your&nbsp; date."<br>Steven practically pranced back to her.&nbsp; Then offered her her arm.&nbsp; "my lady, let us go acourting."
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:13:40</strong>
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				Sheena had been biting her lip hard. Almost hard enough to make it bleed. She'd been wringing her hands. Her father could be an ass. A bastard at times. Depending on the mood he was in. And lately he'd been in a foul mood. She stops when she sees him approaching. Standing a look that was a mixture of worry and happiness in her eyes and on her face. A small laugh escaping her lips as she walks over. Sliding her hand into the crook of his arm. "Shall we go then?" she asks sweetly and happily. Walking with him out of the gardens and into the stables where his horse was being held. "Oh...your horse is beautiful"
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:40:59</strong>
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				"You understand Knights, Milady.&nbsp; To compliment his horse is the best truest praise.&nbsp; He cost my mother dearly, but has saved my life so many times...so I guess he was worth it."<br>He held out an apple and gave it to her, then held her hand in his as they approached.<br>The horse shied slightly, "Engage, softly." He whispered.&nbsp; &nbsp;The horse sniffed their clasped hands, then the apple.&nbsp; He removed his hand and let her give Engage the apple.&nbsp; The horse chewed thoughfully, then licked her ear.<br>Steven let out a 'whoof' of air.&nbsp; "He likes you and will carry you if you wish. He is faithful and true, once he makes a friend.&nbsp; If I am away, he will defend you with his life." He admired how she jumped into the saddle, then slung up behind her.<br>They trotted out into the countryside.&nbsp; Waving at the folk and enjoying the spring weather.<br>They passed a couple of miles without saying a word, just being together was enough. <br>He did, however, become&nbsp; very conscious of her soft derriere, bouncing between his legs.
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:40:29</strong>
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				She'd smiled at his words. Giggling as the horse licked her ear. She felt so happy and carefree around Steven. She was watching the countryside go by. Watching and waving at the people with one hand. The other running through the soft mane of the horse called Engage. She wasn't paying attention didn't care as it felt so right. So very natural. Like this was meant to be. She starts to hum the silly song they'd sang as kids. It just the weather and the closeness had reminded her of it. She'd always thought it their secret code. They'd used it like one. Adding silly phrases to secretly discuss thingst they didn't want overheard. After snapping out of her thoughts she asks him. "Do you remember that silly song game we played as kids? The one we used to talk secretly?"
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:11:42</strong>
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				"I remember almost every word you ever spoke to me...They burn in me like gold. But hold lady, there's dirty work here."&nbsp; He rode up to two travelers, one on the ground bleeding, the women sobbing with a torn dress.<br>"Dost require a rescue, good woman?"<br>"They have cut my husband and taken our wagon of produce, and...she looked at her torn top and said no more." <br>"Where?"<br>"They went into those woods there but a few minutes agone."<br>He hopped down and grabbed both swords and a crossbow.&nbsp; "Engage, Guard!&nbsp; I'll be but a moment, my love.&nbsp; This is my job."<br>He almost danced into the woods, so lightly he ran.&nbsp; Four minutes later three cut and bruised men stumbled out, with him walking behind them leading an oxcart.&nbsp; A fourth man was dead on the tailgate...<br>"The woman shrieked, that dead one's the one who..."<br>"Hush, I know, and he will do so not longer."<br>Quickly, he tied the other three to the back of the cart.&nbsp; <br>"Good folk, I have some haste today, If you would please pull these men to the keep, I will recompense you for your sad day.&nbsp; And please don't make the ox run, tempting as it might be to make them fall, the old bull has had a hard day today too."<br>The bowed and curtsied and he nodded as he remounted.&nbsp; "Sorry love, I'll try not to delay us more..."
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:31:27</strong>
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				She'd helped the woman when Steven went to take care of the mans business. Sewing the womans shirt up with a needle the woman had on her. By the time Steven had gotten back she was remounted on the back of the horse. Speaking soothing and loving words into Engage's ear. She stops when she hears him talking to her. "Its alright Steven. That is one of the things I hold dear about you. Your willingness to go out of the way to help total strangers." she says softly. Leaning into him once he'd remounted. "Shall we go to our secret runaway spot? You remember the one I'm talking about right? The one with the hidden waterfall cave." she says. Her eyes sparkling with excitement
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 05:45:19</strong>
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				"Are you tempting me, Milady?&nbsp; I remember a certain kiss at that cave...Do you trust me so much?&nbsp; My heart desires you more than my body, buy my body desires you so much!"<br>He put heels to Engage, who looked at him reproachfully, but galloped anyway.&nbsp; They were at the cave in a trice, and threading the slightly perilous path.<br>Suddenly, he spun her, and huggin her close, kissed her tightly.&nbsp; "I've wanted to do that for years.&nbsp; Will you please marry me and let me get you out of that rediculous corset!&nbsp; It's not designed to hold true womanly curves.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm designed to hold your true womanly curves!"
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 05:59:40</strong>
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				Sheena looks at him. Smiling sweetly. "Whatever do you mean?" she asks teasingly. Blushing. She remembered that kiss too. Very much so. As she'd held that kiss to her heart in hope that one day...it could be repeated. She nods her head. "I trust you with my life Steven. I always have and I always will." she'd been leaning back into him. Gasping in happy supprise at suddenly being spun around. Hugging him back. She kisses back happily. She'd wanted to do that for so long. But he'd been her sisters. But now...now he was hers again. She has a soft pink ting to her cheeks. She pretends to need to think on her answer. Smiling and saying playfully. "Hmm...I dunno...I think I need some more convincing." she says with a happy laugh. Blushing more. She didn't like the corset but it was a requirment. She presses close to him. Enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers. Imagining far more than what was actually going on. She looks up at him again. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I believe I issued you a challenge dear Knight." she says with a sweet laugh. She knew his final words were true. And that made her feel all the more special.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 06:13:39</strong>
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				He lifted her off the ground, his mouth was at her lips, her ears, her eyelids, and then her neck, lightly suckling and just catching the soft skin with his teeth.&nbsp; His arms stroked her back and down her rump, pressing her hard against him to feel his hard passion waiting for her.&nbsp; He kissed her deeply, and plunged his tongue into her mouth to swirl around her own.<br>"Is my argument clear now, my love.&nbsp; Say that you will not have me, because Otherwise, I Will have you!"
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 16:33:16</strong>
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				She lets out a small gasp as she's lifted from the ground. His actions following that having her letting out small happy gasps. And little sounds of delight. As she very much liked what he was doing. Her cheeks though tan were red as a fully blossomed rose. Letting out a bit louder sound. She could feel his hardness. Feel how much he wanted her. She kisses back eagerly. Moving her tongue with his. Not expertly but like one who's dreamed of such a thing many times over. She looks him in the eyes. "Your arguement you've made very clear. And this is an arguement you have won." she kisses on his neck. Mimicking the motions he'd done onto hers. Looking at him. Her eyes sparkling with innocent want and need. "If I say such a thing I would be lying. If I lied on that account. I would never be able to have the one thing I've waited for years to realize I was there and waiting." she says in a happy almost soft purr voice. Pressing into him. "Well then my Knight. Have me. I'm waiting and willing." she says into his ear. Her warm breath tickling it like a breeze through a green trees leaves.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 22:15:38</strong>
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				He unlaced the bows holding her corset and dress in place.&nbsp; Dropping his jacket and shirt, he slid her dress off, carefully folding it over his clothes to keep it clean.<br>He pulled her in tightly to kiss her breasts through her shift.&nbsp; How wondrously full they were. <br>"I wish I were a babe to suckle at these forever!" he murmurred to her.<br>He quickly lifted her shift off and kneeled, to place her head between her breasts, kissing from one to the other, suckling roughly and biting very lightly to just pinch the skin firm. <br>He admired the soft curve of her tummy and buried his face in it. Lightly opening his mouth wide to suckle in the softness above her firm muscles.<br>Then he paused, and stood. Sliding first her undergarments down, to perceive her loving triangle for the first time.&nbsp; "Such a glimpse of downy heaven..."<br>He dropped his own pants and shorts to show her his hardened desire.&nbsp; <br>"I will not take thy maidenhead until we are married, that we may tell our children you remained pure.&nbsp; But we will enjoy one anothers bodies.&nbsp; I would drink from your nectars.&nbsp; Lie back on our clothes, love.&nbsp; Spread wide you legs to show me the red orchid of which I have read and never seen."
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				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 22:35:24</strong>
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				His words brought her joy. His actions more. She lets out a soft sound of delight that got louder with every little action he did. Every touch and every kiss. Her nipples turning to hard little peaks. Her eyes slowly closing til about halfway. Everything he said made her body blush just a bit more. She looks at him. Her body craving more. Though she understood his meaning. "I understand. For you'd I try and steal the moon from the sky." she says lovingly. She follows his instructions. Slowly laying onto their clothing. Slowly spreading her legs wide. "Like this my hearts desire. She gave him a look that said come hither. Her eyes slightly wide. Yet filled with her love.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 22:46:06</strong>
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				He knelt before her and slid his hands down her from her neck across her breasts, tummy, to her vee. He used each thumb to slowly stroke each lip. lightly his fingers traced along her, until beads of moisture began to fill her cunny lips.&nbsp; He leaned forward and slowly blew&nbsp; all along the crack.<br>"would my lady like my tongue to delve within her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:56:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets out soft sounds that were slowly turning into low moans. She shivers and feels hot tingly sensations anywhere and everywhere his fingers and hands&nbsp; touched. Her skin feeling like it was being electrified. But it was a good sort of electrifying. She blushes and wettens a bit more. "oh...don't tease my dear Knight." she says in a half beg and half urging him on voice. She wanted more. Wanted to feel whatever pleasures he'd give her. And then do whatever she could to make him feel pleasures too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 03:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a gleam, he nodde and lay down before her, his tongue rolled over her lips, easily stroking her, before dipping down into her velvety wetness. "Hmm, you are yummy.&nbsp; But I'm VERY hungry.&nbsp; He pressed himself into her hard, and ran his tongue deeply, gathering her nectars.&nbsp; Faster and faster he laved her, then he paused to slurp over her clit. He circled and flicked it repeatedly with his broad tongue.<br>Finally, he sucked&nbsp; upon it, making it swell.&nbsp; His teeth closed lightly around her and he suckled hard while his tongue drilled into her.&nbsp; His hands reached up to caress her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.&nbsp; He repeated his attentions until he felt her begin to spasm under him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 05:35:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She begins letting out more soft sounds. As the pleasure grew more intense those sounds started to become little moans. Her sex wettening with every move. Every action that he did. Her body was being driven crazy. She didn't have time to think. Couldn't have even if she'd wanted to. Instinct driving her to twist around til she could lick him. Which she proceeded to do with a teasing flick of her tongue across the tip of his shaft. Her body getting closer and closer to a sweet and beautiful orgasm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 22:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ooooh!&nbsp; So his lady was adventurous! She was nibbling him and he didn't even have to ask (or beg.)<br>Well, he would not&nbsp; scare her, unless she wanted to be.<br>He rolled them so her thighs were around his ears and she was above him.<br>"Gorgeous flower, I have two requests.&nbsp; Use my face as your pleasure toy, and devour my manhood and balls.&nbsp; If you do this, then I will be well content to wait on other pleasures until our wedding night.<br>Will that suffice, Milady?”<br>He looked up at her open flower and blew his breath across her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 01:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivers. Gasping softly as he moved so swiftly. It made her wonder what other things he could do swiftly. She blushes and licks his tip lovingly. Just ever so lightly flicking her tongue across it. She lets out a soft sound of wanting. "Oh...please don't tease." she begs of him. Pressing closer as she takes just his tip into her mouth. Sucking ever so lightly. Her tongue licking up and down and all around the tip. She was going to tease him the way he'd teased her. And take her own sweet time at taking him into her mouth and throat. She was going to explore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 03:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before he had teased her...that was the appetizer...this was the entree.&nbsp; He pulled her down hard onto his face.&nbsp; His questing tongue swirled deep into her, and he felt the nectar drip over him.&nbsp; He tipped his head to let his lower teeth graze over her clit, then swabbed it side to side with his tongue.&nbsp; Rapidly his tongue slipped far up into her as he suckled hard upon her lips.&nbsp; <br>Her teasing of his tip made him want to growl.&nbsp; He felt his balls tighten up in frustration, he began to do little licks matching hers, tongueing her deeper when she took him further.&nbsp; <br>His hands were busy on her large breasts, cupping, squeezing, caressing, pinching, rolling, tweaking.&nbsp; <br>This virgin girl probably wasn't willing to take more than the head into her mouth, and he resigned himself to a time of frustration until they were married.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 04:05:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets out happy pleasured sounds. Her nipples hard as little tiny pebbles. As she moans over his tip. Her mouth taking in more and more of him. Licking slowly. She pulls her mouth off. And licks slowly down. And then back up his shaft. Licking lower and teasing his balls with her tongue before licking back up. She'd dreamed of this so many times. Had dreamed and fantasized about how she'd tease and pleasure him with her mouth and tongue if she ever got the chance. And now that she finally did. She wasn't going to miss the oppertunity to do as she'd envisioned for many nights and so many days. She kisses now up and down his length. Swirling her tongue over every little patch of skin she kissed. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. She felt herself wettening as he continues his pleasurous administrations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 12:32:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was swooning a bit.&nbsp; There were two causes.&nbsp; He probably should get more air than he was, but refused to let his mouth out of her, and she seated his face so tightly.&nbsp; The other reason was that so much of his blood was now dedicated to the hardness that she was electrifying with her tongue.&nbsp; He felt worshipped.<br>He swiped his tongue into her once more.&nbsp; How much of her had he drunk by now?&nbsp; Men talked of rumors...but she had to have given him more than was normal.&nbsp; What an incredible woman. He pushed up to get some air, gasped and asked.&nbsp; "If you would kill me with kindness, cup my balls tightly as you lick and suckle me...Or would you place me twist your fulsome breasts...oh....dear Lady Mine...how you devour me and play with me as a cat does her mouse...I am but your toy."<br>He returned to her puss and suckle on her clit, his eyes closed in bliss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 16:19:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She cups his balls as he wishes but continues to take her time on licking and sucking on the rest of him. Swirling her tongue around his tip. Taking it into her mouth to suck on it for a few minutes. All while moaning softly around it. Taking it into her mouth. Moving her mouth down then slowly back up. Licking it all up and down before taking it into her mouth once more. Moving her mouth ever so slowly up and down his shaft. Sucking on it a bit harder as she does so. Swirling her tongue all around even more. Sucking on him as one would a straw. As she takes more and more of him into her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 18:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes were rolling up.&nbsp; He felt so pleasure, but held so securely.&nbsp; Oh, his lady loved him well...&nbsp; He so badly wanted to thrust, but she was in control. Instead, his tongue did his thrusting for him.&nbsp; He wanted to get every last drop of her. His hands reached to squeeze her perfect ass... No rump, derriere or behind on his Lady, something so sweetly rounded, so yielding, yet so firm at once was an ass, and nothing less. His hand slid across her deep cleft. Surrounded by her sweet cunny and legs, he was sightless, deaf to all but her rapidly beating heart, and close to breathless. He began to suckle on her clit again, while two fingers entered her wet satiny channel. He began to alternately stroked his fingers across the roughness of her G-spot, starting with a slow tempy that increased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 00:23:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She continues with her tender administrations. Letting out a happy but supprised sound as he squeezed her ass. She gasps and moans around his shaft. Licking up and down even as she continues to suck on him. Sucking faster and harder with her mouth. Moving her head ever so slowly up and down his entire length. Sucking now as hard as she can. She wanted to taste him the way he was tasting her. She felt his shaft going up and down not only in her mouth but in her throat as well. This excited her because deep down she knew he was enjoying this. She cries out. Her body shaking from pleasure as a shiver runs down her spine as she lets out a loud yet muffled cry onto his shaft as she climaxes fully. Suckling as much as she can as she tries to get him to cum as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 07:34:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Never was a man more completely encompassed in love and devotion.&nbsp; <br>As she met her release, his own was but a recognition of her overwhelming attention, and his thick cream pulsed into her throat and mouth.&nbsp; He drank her release gratefully, as she paused to rest him.<br>"If any would argue our union, let them beware!"&nbsp; He was a prisoner to her mouth and collapsed into sweet deep slumber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 15:07:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallows every last drop. Not pulling her mouth off until he'd finished his releasing. Only then did she remove her mouth. He'd tasted so good to her. She moves off of him. Turning around and laying up against him. Laying her head on his chest as she lazily trails a finger over his chest. Over the bumps that made up his muscles and the skin that was tough yet soft at the same time. She slowly slips into a happy sleep. Her hand coming to a rest just above that which she'd claimed as hers with her mouth. As she slips into a beautiful but much needed slumber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 18:02:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The night came and he pulled his cloak over them.&nbsp; She slept like a soft angel, hair scattered all round.&nbsp; How came he to such loveliness?<br><br>The sound of the fall was lulling. Engage would let him know of danger.&nbsp; He kept her warm and close, what more was there?&nbsp; Sleep reclaimed him.<br><br>Morning through the waterfall was sparkling and brilliant.&nbsp; They dined on cold meats, fruit, bread and the falling water.&nbsp; He helped her dress, so her clothes were neat and unsoiled, then, smiling, they ventured forth.&nbsp; Engage had been grazing for a while, and he burped loudly when he saw them.<br>Giggling, they saddled him, mounted and proceeded on toward the keep.<br>When a man with a sword considered blocking their way, he was chagrined to find that his shirt was now in ribbons, his sword broken, his pants at his ankles, and a pair of shallow cuts across each buttock making X's.&nbsp; That the couple laughed at him made it worse!&nbsp; Forget this highwayman business!&nbsp; He'd go back to the tannery.<br><br>Eventually, they made the keep and were ushered in with due ceremony.&nbsp; The master of protocol, hearing of their impending nuptials, eagerly&nbsp; sat down with her to discuss all the details.&nbsp; <br>She was fussed over and attended until she felt all eyes were upon her.<br>He, in the meantime, was learning who all was detailed at the keep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 19:19:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheena remembers there adventersome night fondly. It would be a memory she'd hold dear to her heart for all eternity. She hadn't been expecting the barrage of questions. The excited voices. Their eagerness to get to the planning of the wedding. She was very much happy but at the same time at unease. She wasn't used to being fussed over and having peoples eyes on her. It was nice but unnerving. And the being attended to was a bit aggrivating but she dealt with it. She was used to observing this type of actions. As it had always been her sister who'd been the center of attention. But first chance she got she gave them all the slip. Disappearing into the garden for a much needed rest and relaxation. Away from all the gossiping women and gushing maids. She wonders though how her beloved has been doing. As she sits down on a bench in the small garden. Gardens had always relaxed her and she soon finds herself daydreaming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 20:10:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A page found her, looking out of breath.&nbsp; "There you are, your Grace.&nbsp; I have a letter for you."&nbsp; He handed her a sealed note, then left.<br>"It's only been four hours, but apart from you, life is all gray and bland.&nbsp; Please come sparkle for me in the great hall, my Love. Lest I die of ennui!"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 20:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She snaps out of a very erotic daydream and blushes softly. Realizing she'd actually been found daydreaming. The tint of pink on her tan cheeks returns to normal color as she realizes it was a young page. She smiles at him. "Take a minute to relax and catch your breath young one." she says kindly. She takes the letter and reads it. Smiling happily. She frowns for a second. <em>Now how to get there without running into a maid or gossiper?</em> She thinks to herself. She shrugs as she'd manage somehow. As she walks back inside she walks casually into the great hall. The hours they'd been apart had felt like days rather than hours. She smiles as she sees him and goes to sit next to him. Her eyes sparkling with happiness and a hint of mischief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 20:49:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks up from a pile of papers and an elderly man with a quill.<br>"Honestly, I trust your judgement Devon.&nbsp; Let's just sign these!"<br><br>"Oh, there you are!&nbsp; Sorry Devon, the lady needs me and she comes first, unless she states otherwise."&nbsp; He whispers to her, "as you did last night so wonderfully."<br><br>"We are off for a walk together!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 01:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheena smiles. She'd been watching for a few minutes of the old man and her beloved bantering back and forth. She found it rather amusing to listen to. She says nothing. Blushing crimson as he whispered those words into her ear. "Yes a walk is a lovely sounding idea." she says happily. As she "accidently" brushes her side against his thigh. Pretending she'd not even noticed. As she takes his hand in hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 01:29:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they exited the hall, he whispered, "You are my savior. my amazon queen pulling me from the exchequer hordes!&nbsp; Oh! Thank you! Thank you. Thank you!"&nbsp; He steered her to a side hall and snapped his fingers. They entered a small room with a table set with candles and wine goblets.&nbsp; From a nearby room, minstrels played a romantic tune.&nbsp; I had the chef make his best tenderloin.&nbsp; For I want your loins so tender tonight.&nbsp; Sweet vegetables and shrimps sauteed in rare sauces.&nbsp; Wine from the heather district, the best that can be found. And a loving husband who wants only to please you and has told the castle staff that if they disturb our time alone, I will consider why the Saracens called me the Death Night.<br>Now, please full your tummy, my love.&nbsp; I want you strong and hale.&nbsp; The west tower is being guarded for us alone by three knight champions who are my hale comrades.&nbsp; None but a dragon could disturb our time alone. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 02:19:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. "Oh...you flatter me my love. You seemed to be having so much fun bantering back and forth with that old man. "she teases. Her eyes go wide with supprised delight at the setting he had taken her to. "Oh my...so romantical." she says dreamily. Strangely he'd somehow made a daydream fantasy of hers come to life. She wasn't about to tell him that though. She blushes at his flirtasous and naughty ways. "Oh...your such a bad boy my love." she says in a teasing tone. She smiles. Trying hard not to laugh at the image of her love going all evil knight on the staff. As she sits and starts to eat. "So...how was your time? I spent the entire day being attended to and treated to in ways I'd only seen happen to my sister." she says softly as she then delicately takes a bite and eats it. Swallowing then saying. "You won't be able to imagine this...but I played dodge the ladies today." she giggles a bit. "That poor page looked so worn out by the time he could find me to give me your note." she says softly. Smiling at him. "I remember when we'd send notes to each other as kids. It was such fun. But we always got in so much trouble when we got caught." she says eating between talking. Her eyes still sparkling with a hint of mischief in them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 12:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I almost described in the note what I was wanting to do with you.. but I was afraid that it might be seen.&nbsp; Yet be certain, Milady.&nbsp; My ardor is as hot as ever.&nbsp; Upon that you may be certain.&nbsp; And when we make love, I want it to be perfect.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moreover, however.&nbsp; I want our wedding to be perfect.&nbsp; <br>Be certain to tell them what it is you want, and it shall be done.&nbsp; <br>I thought one item of the wedding might be that we shall sponsor the county orphanage.&nbsp; The children shall be given new play clothes and&nbsp; we could pay for good tutors, food and sport.&nbsp; This would represent the change that comes with my lady as the new Grace.&nbsp; And that we invest in the future of the county.<br>I have paid all the debts.&nbsp; And today ordered the imprisonment of one who too freely spent the peoples moneys.&nbsp; I still have a fair bit of what I brought back.&nbsp; But I think I know that you would want extra money not to sit, but to benefit those left alone.&nbsp; <br>Perhaps from these poor urchins will come trusted playmates for our own children.<br><br>What say you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 16:28:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to him talk. Smiles as her heart can barely keep within her chest. Her love for him a burning flame which none could ever put out. Nor could any ever replace it. She smiles more. "I think our wedding will be the most perfect wedding out there." she had a soft tint of red on her cheeks. As his words had sent her thoughts spiraling into far more than slightly naughty thoughts. Upon the hearing of the idea of helping the orphans she clasped her hands over his. "I think that is more than a slightly wonderful idea. I've tried from time to time spending my allowance to buy those children small toys." she says softly. "Its always saddened me how many forget that those poor kids are children with needs too." she says softer than normal. She gets up and goes over to him. Sitting in his lap lightly. Kissing his cheek then his lips then his neck and back to his cheek. "I find those all to be wonderful ideas." she wraps her arms around his upper chest. Laying her head on his shoulder. "Perhaps when we are ready we might give one or two of those little ones a home with us?" she asks ever so softly. Looking at him hopefully. "I want to have your children as well...but I've always wanted to give an orphan a home full of love and family." she says a bit dreamily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 22:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He hugged her tightly.&nbsp; "I thought you might like my idea a bit."<br><br>"And I'm so glad you're looking forward to our wedding.&nbsp; I just want it to get here soon, so we are tied forever."<br><br>"But until then...I hope you are as hungry for me as I am for you...I think they can spare us for an hour or two until the state dinner we have to attend for the Duke and Duchess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. Hugging him back. "A bit is a major understatement my love." she says in a soft whisper into his ear. "I'm more than looking foreward to...I'm anticipating it." she says in a loving purr. As she nuzzles his neck for a bit. She blushes at his next words. "Only if I get to taste you once more." she whispers into his ear. "And if you'll teach me more wonderful pleasures that we may get away with before our wedding night." she says in a teasing tone. "I'd be more than willing to learn." she says. Nibbling on his neck softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Woman, you will drain me of my essence before my seed ever reaches your womb.&nbsp; Granted, tis happy I'll die, then!"<br>He held her hand and drew her along to the guest quarters.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Finding an open room, he locked the door.<br>"If they can't find us, maybe we'll be left alone."<br>His strong arms wrapped her and he lifted her, by back and bottom, to the bed.<br>Quickly, they disrobed.&nbsp; <br>Their kisses were less frantic...more softly empassioned.&nbsp; <br>"Now I ask to try something, since you have asked also."<br>He rolled her on top and slid her down so her face was at his navel.<br>Grasping her breasts, he surrounded his hardened cock with them.<br>"Now this is what must be the world's most wonderful pillows. Will you then kiss the tip and suckle at it for but a few moments?&nbsp; The I would suckle again upon thy sweet cunny.&nbsp; I desire my dessert, and know of only one place wherein it may be found.&nbsp; Tis a marvelous confectionary shop, but I think I am the only customer."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 15:00:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at his words. Pouting cutely. "Well that be no fun if I kill you off with pleasure. Far too hard to ressurect you. Because I don't plan on losing you that easily my love." she lets him lead. Blushing softly as she feels him between her breasts and it feels strange but erotic at the same time. She grins mischievously. "What if I decide I'm not letting go of it til I'm good and ready?" she asks in a teasing voice as she kisses then licks the tip ever so lightly before taking it once more into her mouth and suckling on it. She stops suckling long enough to say. "Your the only person now or ever that I'd find worthy enough for such an honor." she says in a loving purr before once more teasingly suckling and prodding the tip with her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 21:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned deeply.&nbsp; She refused to let him go, so her could please her!&nbsp; And that was just...just...incredible!&nbsp; Oh, what pleasure she brought him, so unselfishly. He knew he would get a turn, but for now, he was her happy prisoner.<br>"So if I tried to move you, what would you...OH!"&nbsp; As he pressed at her, she bite him lightly with an impish gleam in her eyes...Surely she wouldn't hurt him...But she was in charge... and he was loving every second.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 22:14:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had used her teeth to show him he wasn't getting back out of her mouth just yet. She didn't want to hurt him. She loved him way too much to hurt him. She licks where her teeth had pressed in ever so slightly. Suckling on him at the same time. Taking him a bit more into her mouth. As much she could with the way they were positioned. Even so, she planned to taste him again before she even considered releasing him. She suckles a bit faster. Making her mouth vibrate by making little purring sounds. She loved being able to finally let her more impish and mischievous side out. She takes a hand and trails it up and down the length of shaft she couldn't get into her mouth. Stroking it with her fingertips as one would do while petting a kitten or puppy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 22:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His head and eyes rolled back, and he whined like a dog with a dangling bone...but his wasn't dangling.&nbsp; It was claimed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh Sheena.&nbsp; Take me however you wish...I am your willing slave...do not let me free. claim me now, and tomorrow."<br>His dear love had his seven inches rigid as a damascened dagger, and she impaled herself willingly upon it!&nbsp; "NGGGH!&nbsp; Suckle me hard...so hard!&nbsp; I am at the edge of myself and falling!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 00:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles. Watching with her eyes he expressions. Listening with her ears the sounds he made and the words he spoke. They thrilled her to the bone. Made her feel like she was floating or flying in the sky. She suckles more. Barely keeping from giggling. She wanted to taste him. She quickens her finger strokes. Massaging his rigid skin with the very tips of those same fingers. She moves her lips as she sucks harder and faster. Not giving into the urge to let him have as he begged for. She was an imp and he was her man. She flicks her tongue so very slowly over the tip of his shaft. Sliding it over and over again across it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 00:43:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I don't burst, I'm going to burst!"&nbsp; He cried out!&nbsp; He tried to thrust, but she held him tightly.&nbsp; "If I can not thrust, then turn around wife, so you can swallow me in the incredible way you did before!&nbsp; Truly, I need to release...My balls feel as though they are twisting.&nbsp; I beg Thee!"&nbsp; He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip, so tightened was he.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 01:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles around him. Sliding slowly out from under him. Sitting up but not letting him be able to reach her. Keeping her legs beneath his form as she takes in a bit more of his shaft. Licking around it. Stroking him faster and harder. As she suckles harder as the time goes by. Taking her own sweet time. The more she takes into her mouth is the lower her fingers and massages get. Her thumb lightly brushing over his balls in a slow and teasing touch. She suckles like a child does on a brand new lolipop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 03:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sheena please...bite me off if you must, but don't kill me from frustration!" He thought to move her, but remembered her teeth.&nbsp; "Sheena really, hon.&nbsp; I want to cum right now. Down your throat...Hard!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 03:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She teases him for a few seconds longer than takes him deep into her mouth. Taking him deeply into her throat as she sucks hard as she can. LIcking fast as possible. All around him. Moving her head up and down on him. Taking him back deeply into her mouth and throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 01:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, she permitted his release...and he had been pent up so long that he just kept cumming. <br>Jet after jet of his pearly cream fired forth into her mouth and down her deep strong throat.<br>After a minute, he was drained like a pond in the summer sun.<br>"sheena." He croaked&nbsp; "I think I'm very done for a while...But I have not yet seen to your own pleasure..." He looked at her cheshire grin.&nbsp; "Though methinks you look way too pleased with yourself."<br>He slid under her fine broad hips, moving so the top of his head was just below her naval and his mouth was under her hovering puss.<br>Delicately, he began to lash his tongue back and forth, smacking across her labia.<br>Then blowing his breath up and across her me smiles.&nbsp; He was pleased at his teasing right until grabbed his head and shoved his face hard up into her.<br>He almos spluttered, but instead began to suckle hard at her.&nbsp; He was prisoner again, but in another way.&nbsp; <br>As she rocked into his face, he matched the strokes of his tongue against her clit and deeply up into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 01:32:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. Swallowing it all. taking all of his cream into her mouth. Not stopping sucking until he came no more. Licking the tip clean. She gasps as he moved so suddenly. He'd moved so quickly. She lets out gasps and then soft yet not too soft moans. She wettens from the pleasure as she looks at him. Loving the feeling. Her legs wrapping themselves around his head to keep him from escaping now that he was tormenting her with pleasure. She arches into his lickings. Wettening even more from the constant teasings. "ooo....my love...sooo...nice..." she moans out in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 01:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she increased her rocking tempo, he tongued her to match.&nbsp; His hands raised up to caress her breasts, using his thumbs to circle her hardening nipples.<br>Such wonderful flesh.&nbsp; More than his hands could cover. <br>His mouth was suckling up all of her that he could get, so glad she was taking pleasure form him.&nbsp; He began to suckle hard on her clit. She needed release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 02:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moans louder. Her sounds becoming soft cries of delight. Her nipples hardening into tiny little pebbles even more so than they'd already been. She is so close. She wants to fight his pleasure. Enjoy it for so very long. But she lost that war. Screaming out his name in pleasures as she climaxes alot. She grips the area around her. Clenching her fingers tightly as it was very pleasurable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 02:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifting her to hold her tightly.&nbsp; He called to one of the knights.&nbsp; All but one would leave outside, and none would disturb their sweet slumber through the long night. <br><br>A toast of wine, a bit of cheese and they slipped into darkness together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 03:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheena wakes the next morning. She nuzzles him softly. Cuddling into him. Tracing and trailing a finger over his torso and down his body then back up and over his torso. She was trying to tease him awake. "Wake up my love. We need to get ready for the ball of the Duke and Duchess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 07:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh?&nbsp; Wha!&nbsp; Sweet witch! You have drained me.&nbsp; How shall I get up...But perhaps if you get me some juice and a crust to eat, I might find energy to crawl and embrace your beautiful feet."&nbsp; He grinned and stretched, then ate the food she gave him, while giving a goofy smile.<br>They then dressed and went down to the formal breakfast.&nbsp; The steward was already going crazy with preparations.&nbsp; She was measured for a new dress.&nbsp; Banners were hung, silver was polished...all the right things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 16:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles and says nothing. Doing as he wished before standing up herslef. When they get to where she's beckoned in a differant direction, she goes with the frantic women. She then stays still for them to measure her for the dress. Letting them start to stick little needles in to find how much space she would need to be able to walk in such a formal gown. Up until the point one of the needles poked her in the leg. She shoos them away then. "Now that is enough. You've got you measurements and I've been very patient with you. Now please stop and go do whatever it is you need to do." she says in a friendly but firm voice. As she looks around. The halls could use some color. Flowers would make the room smell very beautiful and would add the much needed color to the room. She hurries to find her love. Ordering yellow, pink, a pale purple flowers to be brought in and arranged in vases around the rooms, more than one of each, to lighten the rooms and to add that beautiful flower smell to the auromas in the air already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 22:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She found him displeased and rather angry.<br>"Nay milords.&nbsp; It will not serve.&nbsp; I understand that the harvests are a bit less from the hail, but that is no reason to raise the taxes on the landworkers.&nbsp; They will already have less to eat.&nbsp; We might have a few less fox hunts."<br>An arguing clamor arose.&nbsp; "MY LORDS!&nbsp; Our County moneys are a war, not a skirmish.&nbsp; If we make changes, it will be for the long term good.&nbsp; Of the commoners as well as the noble.&nbsp; If we think carefully, I believe all can eventually benefit.&nbsp; I will not speak more on this until tomorrow, my betrothed awaits."<br>The assembled lords ranged from agreement to anger, but all bowed to her.<br>He took her arm and sped from the room.&nbsp; "Blind, greedy men...why can they not understand!"&nbsp; He murmured to her.&nbsp; "Tell me that the cook has something good for lunch...or that you have time to hold me and dispel my frustration."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been listening. She walks past the men. A bit uncomfortable with all the bowing that they were doing. She pretends it doesn't bother her though. She smiles at them even though she was confused by the arguements they were debating over. She looks at him. "Some men cannot see what is right in front of them my love. Some wish to only see what is inside there little bubble in this world." she then looks at him smiling. "I believe I smelled fish and ham. But I could be wrong." she says softly. Hugging him close. "Yes my love. I have time to help you with your frustration. Let us go forth through the servants quarters. I'm much rather wanting to avoid the ladies with the measuring tape and needles." she says into his ear in a loving purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her into a closet, grinning.&nbsp; "What do you think we might do in here."<br>"I know your poor mouth must be tired after the last two days..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. Pulled into the closet. She giggles at his words. "Be very, very naughty." she says with a very soft laugh. She grins impishly. "I wouldn't say that..." she says. Dropping down to her knees. Undoing and pulling down his pants as she then licks his tip ever so lightly. Sucking on it very very gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 21:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wants to push this time.&nbsp; "Love, this time, either suck me like you are starving, or come up here.&nbsp; I want you so much, but we don't have a lot of time right now..."&nbsp; We have to get ready for the Ducal arrival.&nbsp; I don't want to get caught...with our pants down!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 22:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. Smirking a bit as she sucks a moment longer. Before pulling her mouth off and as she's sliding up she pull his pants back up and on him. Pressing into him and teasingly dancing up against him. Kissing him on the neck lovingly. "Yes...I suppose your right." she says in a soft almost purr like voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 22:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He growled, "Behave yourself, girl!"&nbsp; He opened the closet and glared at a page who dropped a cup in surprise.&nbsp; The page seemed to melt away under his gaze.&nbsp; He stomped into the kitchen, caused a row there and then went to his room to get ready.<br><br>He loved her, but she set his libido through the roof!&nbsp; He needed to calm himself before the Duke arrived.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 05:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheena blinks and stares at him. That was a differant reaction from him then what she'd hoped for. She fears she's angered him from the way he'd treated the poor page and then the kitchen staff. She sighs and looks at the poor boy. "Shh...it'll be alright. He's in a grumpy mood suddenly." she says. Helping the poor boy pick up the pieces of the cup he'd dropped. She sends the page on his way and then frowns. She was going to have to calm the crying kitchen staff now. She sighs. She shakes her head. Thinking to herself.<em>I need to be more careful. I didn't want him to get all riled up...I was only teasing and playing.</em> She sighs and changes into the beautiful blue gown the women had made for her. Doinng her hair up in a beautiful braided bun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doused himself several times with ice water.&nbsp; Poured oil on his back to stretch out his scar tissue...dragon was itching him...and dried off to get dressed.&nbsp; <br>He chafed at all the finery he must wear...but this was protocol.<br>He got the gifts ready, and went back downstairs.<br>He wandered into the kitchen and as the staff froze, he said, "I'm sorry for my vented spleen.&nbsp; But could someone feed me...I think I need something in me...this is a long day, and the food smells so good, I need something before supper."&nbsp; He sat at the servants table and poured some milk from their jug.<br>A young maid looked distressed until he placed ten gold on the table.&nbsp; "My kitchen staff has to eat better than the townsfolk...You...don't get to eat what you serve?"<br>They shook their heads.&nbsp; What torture!<br>"That changes today.&nbsp; Chef, enter this rule.&nbsp; Any of my staff may eat as many of their meals here at the castle as they wish.&nbsp; The cost for a months food will be 1/50 of a person's salary, money to go to the orphanage.&nbsp; Now please, will someone sit with me...I hate to eat alone."<br>He waved a scullery and an assistant over and the Chef nodded to them.<br>"So far, all I have eatern has been excellent. But right now, a little dried sausage or cheese, or some heavy common bread...not that white light stuff...any mustard around?&nbsp; Chef, in the war lands we made something called the sandwich...no it has nothing to do with sand or witches..."&nbsp; The next hour was quite pleasant, and when a page showed his lady where he was, she seemed a bit peeved, yet pleased that he and the staff were bonding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at the page. Handing him a gold coin for his aid. She looks at her betrothed. Oh how she loved him so very much. And yet he could push her temper buttons so easily. Almost as well as her sister had been able to. She was irritated at him but still loved him with all her heart. She'd spent an hour consoling the poor kitchen maids, expecially the newest member to the staff. Poor girl wasn't much older than a kid. Only about 16 years of age. She shakes her head. The things youths did these days for a bite to eat and a way to keep a roof over their families heads. Not that she blamed them. If she'd been in their position...she'd have done the exact same thing. She snaps out of her thoughts as she sees her love. "Well...glad your in a better state of mind." she says lovingly. Sitting next to him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief but it quickly fades. She was now hesitant to try any mischievous things. She didn't want to have the staff of the keep yelled at or frightened due to her actions. She wasn't afraid of him just of angering him as she seemed to have done when he'd left the closet. She smiles still though she wasn't afraid of her betrothed she was going to have to just be careful on how she teased him. She smiles and lays her head on his shoulder. Carefully so as to not mess up her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 21:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are having a snack, my dear... I realized that I skipped lunch and well...it made me overpeevish.&nbsp; Did you know that the staff were&nbsp; being charged for their food, and could not eat of what they made?&nbsp; We are changing that."<br><br>He stuffed a ripe fig into her mouth and kept a game going where everytime she tried to talk, he had something ready.<br><br>Finally her glares made him stop, and he winked at her as she announced that they needed to go make final preparations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 21:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She growls playfully as he kept stuffing food into her mouth. Giggling though cuz it was cute. She could understand his needing to feed his stomach. She'd heard the way to a mans heart was through his stomach. She laughs and nods. "They will be here in less than an hour." she says softly. Looking at him in his fine threads.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 21:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then let us do a quick check...I'm sure Steward has all in hand, though.&nbsp; Will you take my hand and we may walk the rooms together?"<br><br>He stood and bowed to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stands and smiles at him. "yes. I'm sure. Let us make haste as it won't be long til the duke and duchess do arrive." she says. Kissing him squarely on the lips in front of them all. Taking his hand in hers a moment later and smiling happily. "Shall we go my beloved?" she asks softly. A warm smile on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 15:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though all appeared to be in order, she paused to move a center piece, turn a flower, polish a spoon.&nbsp; Nothing would bring a stain upon her house.<br><br>Then the Ducal group arrived and they were swamped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 16:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles and looks at him. Her head was going to be spinning by the end the day. She smiles to the guests. Knowing that the Duke was going to be wondering about why she was here and her sister wasn't. The news hadn't gotten as far as to the Duke and Duchess. And her father had kept her sisters actions as discrete and unknown as humanly possible. She smiles warmly though at the Duke and Duchess as they entered the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 22:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Duke was a bit surprised, but covered well.&nbsp; <br>He discretely explained the situation and the Duke complimented him on his choice.<br>Then a loud noise erupted from the doors to the hall.&nbsp; <br>She sister had crashed the party.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 18:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at the Duke. Feigning she didn't see his supprise. She smiles and looks at the Duchess. "The flowers appear to be to your liking mylady." she says politely. She'd noticed the Duchess was glowing when she looked at the flowers...but was she also glowing for another reason. She turns. Hearing her highly considered by many beautiful sister. She frowns. What could her sister possibly want?<br>Ruby growls and gets right into her sisters face. “You fiend! How dare you try and steal him? How dare you take from me the father of my child?!” she demands darkly and angrily. Glaring at her as she was very tempted to hit her little sister.<br>Sheena looks at Ruby in confusion. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who left him for another. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve done nothing that your accusing me of.” she says a bit angrily but maintains her composure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 22:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stepped up and glared at her. <br>"If that were my child, you would have to have travelled over 1200 miles for me to beget it.&nbsp; The good Duke is aware of this.&nbsp; He has also been informed of your faithlessness.&nbsp; I have not demanded my brideprice back, as I have received instead from&nbsp; your father one who is more gracious, loyal, beautiful, loving, caring and honest.<br>I caution you carefully to consider your next words 'Lady' Ruby.&nbsp; If not chosen carefully, you will be falsely and treasonously accusing your, by right of law, Lord and soon Lady.&nbsp; It is only for the bonds of love that I hold for Lady Sheena that I do not clap you in irons for your behaviour and your presumption. <br><br>Now, choose your next words most carefully, lest they fall upon ears that may not ignore them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 18:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruby knew when she'd lost but she looks at her sister with a look that could kill. For if eyes could actually send daggers at someone then hers would have. She hisses angrily and glares at Sheena for a bit. "I have nothing further to say to you my Lord." she and Sheena exchange looks. Having that silent female and sister conversation with their eyes. Ruby then storms off into the night.<br>Sheena sighs sadly. And looks at her betrothed. "I fear we've an enemy now my love. Not one who'd be a threat but an enemy nonetheless." She feigns a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. "My sister and I have never been close. Though I fear now there is no longer a bridge for which we can cover the gap that is now there." she says sadly. Looking at him. "Now that that is over with...let us return before the Duke and Duchess think we've sneaked off to go kiss somewhere." she says with a small laugh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 23:15:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Ruby left, he called the guard.&nbsp; <br><br>"give that woman 300 gold and have her escorted to the edge of the County.&nbsp; She is banished for five years from this County.&nbsp; If she is found to act against us, she will be imprisoned.&nbsp; I'm sorry, Love.&nbsp; But this must be.&nbsp; That is plenty of gold, though I expect she will waste it..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 23:57:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheena blinks as he called the gaurd. She wasn't sure what the hell just happened. All she knew was that everything was spiraling downhill. Though she worried not about her sister. Her sister had enough venom in her to kill a snake. She was worried about the little life that was growing inside her sisters tummy. From the looks of her sister...there was but a month at most to go before the baby was born. "Love...I fear not for my sister...but for the baby within her. There's no telling what she'll do while angry. I fear for the innocent childs life. Its mother may be wicked...but the babe be innocent or such charges." she says as she looks at him. "I don't want the childs life snuffed out because its mother seeks vengence on someone." she looks very troubled on this fact. "It appeared to me like Ruby has snapped due to what she's going through. Please beloved. Stay her banishment until she's given birth. I don't want the innocent child being given to someone who is not of family. For my sister will never accept the child is really hers..." she looks at him hopefully. "After that baby has been born. I will not worry any further on my sisters future. What she did was unacceptable and does need punishment. But I think punishing the baby as well...would not be right."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 12:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Beloved..you are to good to understand a snake's nature.&nbsp; And I have a plan.&nbsp; At the border awaits a knight I know who will marry her.&nbsp; He is a hard man, but not cruel.&nbsp; She will be able to marry a knight and gain official approval of her child, but he will stand for none of her games.&nbsp; I will be fully surprised if, within a year, he does not call upon me to lift her banishment based upon his goodwill and her change of heart.&nbsp; Fear not for the child."<br><br>"Ah yes, my Lady Duchess... I will dance with pivan in honor of his Grace.&nbsp; I understand that his knee is in pain this day.<br>My Lord Duke, wilt tell Milady of one of your adventures,&nbsp; I know she will thrill to the dangers you have faced in the forest and on the martial field."<br><br>He danced the formal dance with the Duchess, and she was quite complimentary and pleasant.&nbsp; His Wife would need allies, and the Duchess would be the best.&nbsp; He knew the old Duke would regal her with his amazing, funny, and unbelievable stories.&nbsp; &nbsp; The were good company to have, as well as social superiors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betrothed, not in Troth!  (for TimeKeys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TimeKeys</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 04:55:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him. "I see...well alright. If your sure the baby will not be harmed...I shall believe your word. As I see you have no need to be lying to me." she says with a warm happy look on her face. "I will fear no further of the childs welfare." she adds. She felt a bit evnious for a moment that the Duchess would be able to dance with her beloved. But it was gone as quickly as it had come. She wasn't a naturally jealous person and therefore never remained as such very long. She looks at the Duke. "So as I hear you have some stories you would be willing to share with me?" she asks in a polite and hopeful way. She loved hearing stories about the outside world. Whether they be true or not. A good story was a story nonetheless. She listens to his stories. Asking questions when appropriate. Smiling when it was required or warrented. All in all she was genuinely interested in the Duke's stories.
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