Warrior and Widow
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				Title: <strong>Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 19:51:25</strong>
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				(http://www.vnn.vn/dataimages/original/images586989_Charlize_Theron2.jpg)<br><br>Life had been pleasant once, even good.&nbsp; As Danica peered out from the window of her bed chamber, she remembered yet again that she would be spending the day alone.&nbsp; Her husband was gone.<br><br>Lord Gerard Fetterin had traipsed off to war, much to the reticence of his beloved wife, and he had not returned to regale her with tales of triumph and danger and adventure.&nbsp; Instead, his men returned, bearing the remains of their lord upon a rickety wagon.&nbsp; There truly wasn't much of him left to bear back; cannonballs tended to make certain of that.<br><br>The young and lovely Danica had mourned for a month the loss of her husband, and once that month had passed, she attempted to return to a life of routine.&nbsp; But there was no normalcy to be had; Gerard was still gone, and she was left to care for his estate as best she could.&nbsp; The servants respected their mistress, but they were no comfort to her.&nbsp; She had no family to bring into her presence, no one to bare her soul to, and so she buried the emotions deep inside.&nbsp; It was not long before Lady Fetterin became as cold and hard as the stone walls in which she hid.&nbsp; Her husband's men were trusted to carry out the day-to-day tasks, seeing to the needs of the small village that had sprung up on Fetterin lands.&nbsp; The housekeeper had taken upon herself the personal duty to her mistress, seeing to meals and cleaning, everything that was necessary to keep the household running.<br><br>And Danica spent more and more time in her own chambers, hiding from everyone, thinking of Gerard, and wondering what was to become of her life.<br><br>Today, though, as she looked out upon the beautiful fields and hills, she noticed something quite out of the ordinary.&nbsp; There appeared to be a dark mass settled just beyond the border to her husband's land... and it appeared to be moving.&nbsp; A servant was called up, and a rider was sent out to discover what it might mean.&nbsp; And Danica stayed at the window, her pale blue eyes watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 03:00:46</strong>
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				The sun was hung high in the day, as was natural for the summer months.&nbsp; The sweet smell of grass drifted threw out the camp site.&nbsp; The beauty of the area was not lost on the men; they had seen nothing but black fields for nights on end.&nbsp; By comparsion, this was a piece of heaven.<br><br>Several generals sat a a table, the soft linen drapping over the red wood edges perfectly as they discussed amoungst themselves.&nbsp; War had ended, with them left to enjoy the spoils.&nbsp; The large map that lay before them was being divided, and while some argued at the boarder placements, none wished to anger their leader.<br><br>Sabin sat calmly, letting his mind unwined from the years of fierce battle.&nbsp; While he was not the strongest, wisest or hansomest, he was considered blessed by fate.&nbsp; Time and time again, he had survived on luck alone, winning battles that others had failed at.&nbsp; This trait caused all others to take notice, and convince him to stay by their side.&nbsp; After all, what is an amry with out luck?<br><br>The rider as spotted long before reaching the edge of the camp.&nbsp; The message sent back was simple and very straight forward: they had come to enjoy their new land.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 00:26:59</strong>
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				Danica's response to such an outlandish claim surprised the man who delivered the intruder's message.&nbsp; With a gasp of outrage, the lady proceeded to dictate a pointed and heated letter in response to the casual assumption.&nbsp; It utilized words that were barely civil while still maintaining the infuriating formality that the nobility could so easily adopt when it suited them.&nbsp; She intended to leave no doubt in the squatter's mind that he and his were not welcome upon Fetterin lands, and that he would be required to answer to the lady of said lands if he continued to trespass.<br><br>Once the man was gone, Danica dressed and emerged from her chambers, evoking more startled looks from the household staff.&nbsp; Lady Fetterin was considered an hermit, and her angry presence was more than any of them had seen in quite some time.&nbsp; Her ire had awakened an appetite for activity; and eventually, she made her way outside the walls of the manor proper and into the courtyard where her husband's second stationed himself each day.<br><br>The trouble was laid out in clear, certain terms, and Ian could only blink in astonishment as his mistress spoke more words to him than she ever had in the past several months.&nbsp; He excused himself to gather his men, explaining the trouble, and they readied themselves for something that might happen.&nbsp; It was confusing to most.&nbsp; Danica had kept herself away long enough that few felt any loyalty to their late master's wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>22-02-2006, 22:15:14</strong>
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				Sabin read the letter several times.&nbsp; His leaders were, as usual, divided on oppion.&nbsp; Half though she did not understand the strenght they represented and should be excused for such a mistake.&nbsp; The rest considered this an insult that desirved nothing less then a slow death.&nbsp; Sabin thought differently.<br><br>Sabin sat for a long while, his thoughts being transcriped to paper slowly.&nbsp; The messager, to his great surprise most likely, was bid to sit, rest and eat.&nbsp; Unlike the delicate but harsh tempo and words that sprung from Danica's response, his reply indicated no refined culture.&nbsp; He was not a poet, but he could convay his message clearly for the masses.&nbsp; While she remained safe inside the fortress for the time being, it would soon become a prison for them all.<br><br>Having finished writing, he returned to his Generals.&nbsp; Handing down the new insturctions, he dismissed them to preform their duties.&nbsp; The problem with nobles has always been their reluctance to acknowledge those of "lesser" birth.&nbsp; This includes the disire to be as far away from them as possible while still being able to look down on them.&nbsp; But being without suplies would soon teach her a lession is humility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 18:45:46</strong>
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				The manor waited with baited breath.&nbsp; The rider was watched for, and after what seemed like forever, he did return.&nbsp; Once his message was handed over to Danica, he began to speak to the others of this man who had treated him kindly, welcoming him into his presence as if he were an honored guest.&nbsp; Rumors began to spread like wildfire, and by the time Lady Fetterin had gotten her entourage ready for a visit to the interlopers, it was well-known that this Sabin was something to wonder at.<br><br>Dressed in black from head to toe, Danica had tucked away her vivid blonde hair beneath a mourning shawl.&nbsp; Her clothing was not fashionable, and it tended to hide her figure more than anything else.&nbsp; But she was not intending to interest this man, only tell him to leave.&nbsp; The troupe that headed for the border was comprised of ten persons:&nbsp; Danica, Ian, and eight of his best-trained men.&nbsp; At least she had sense enough to ride behind Ian, allowing him to take the lead.&nbsp; Her mount was not even highly impressive, being a little brown mare of which she was quite fond.&nbsp; As they neared the great army, Danica felt her heart pounding in her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 15:43:07</strong>
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				Her arrival to the camp was telecast long before their horses stopped.&nbsp; When word reached Sabin's ear about her appearance, he nodded lightly and bid his generals to take seats along the side of the tent.&nbsp; Her Ladyship requested an audiance and would recieve her request, but the talk would no go in her favour.&nbsp; Sabin waited with baited breath for her entrance as voices trailed in and out of his ears, whispering plans and betting on how long it would be till the castle fell from a lenghty seige.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 19:50:00</strong>
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				Ian preceded Lady Fetterin, acting as her husband would have if he'd been alive and present.&nbsp; Once she'd stepped within the confines of the tent, her eyes sought out the leader, the man who so abruptly dared to intrude upon her land.&nbsp; She showed surprise as her gaze fell upon the man who appeared to be the leader; he was so young!&nbsp; Her eyes did not leave his face as Ian presented her before Sabin, speaking most solemnly as his mistress was introduced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 15:58:26</strong>
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				&lt;center&gt;<br>(http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/ledgion1/adraelport.jpg)<br><br><br>&lt;/center&gt;<br><br>His generals whispered amongst themselves but Sabin remained quiet as the mistress was introduced, his eyes never leaving her as his mind begain to undress her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 19:56:59</strong>
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				Danica was shown to a seat, and she remained silent as Ian began to speak with Sabin's second.&nbsp; Her demands were laid out.&nbsp; The Lady Fetterin had no intention of giving into the demands of those who were encroaching upon her land.&nbsp; If they wished to place her land under siege, they would do so at the risk of their own conscience.&nbsp; However, if they merely desired a place of respite in the course of their journey elsewhere, they would be welcomed for a limited time as guests of the Lady herself.<br><br>She continued to watch Sabin, her face giving nothing away.&nbsp; Her clothing was unremarkable except for the richness of the fabric itself.&nbsp; The shawl had not moved from her head, giving no hint of the rich color beneath.&nbsp; She watched his eyes move over her and was certain that he was looking upon the widow with disdain and even disgust.&nbsp; Who would desire a woman who did not present herself as suited her office?<br><br>Ian continued to speak, explaining the terrible luck that had befallen his mistress, leaving her widowed and alone.&nbsp; He then mentioned her strength of will, her desire to keep the lands running as smoothly as her own husband had.&nbsp; Of course, Ian knew that the only thing that had even drawn her out of her chambers was this current threat; before now, she had simply let things go as they would, without a bit of interest otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 05:30:18</strong>
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				Sabin sat and listened to the servants words.&nbsp; He meant when he said that he desired this land, and would take it by force if necessarry.&nbsp; But her "demands" offered him an oppertunity to take what he wished without blood-shed.&nbsp; His generals would have to be filled in on his plan after his guests left, but they would agree with the idea.<br><br>The big problem now was sounding convincing.&nbsp; And getting her ladyship to buy his ploy, at least for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 21:50:48</strong>
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				As Ian finished, Danica sat in silence and awaited the man's reaction.&nbsp; She was fully prepared for him to lose his temper, to treat her with disrespect and to shame her in front of everyone.&nbsp; Her head lifted just a bit more, pride urging her to not bow to this horrible man's demands and assumptions.&nbsp; She steeled herself for the worst and waited for it to fall upon her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 20:40:35</strong>
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				'Time to preform', Sabin thought.<br>"It appears that I underestamated you.&nbsp; I can see that the loss of your husband is a blow that you have not yet recoved from.&nbsp; It was not my intention to cause you more grief, but to unite fallen lands under one rule.&nbsp; For that sake of fostering trade and good relations in the future, I shall deffer to your wishes and move my army into the neebouring lands.&nbsp; I would like, however, to disuss this matter further, in an effort to bring our two sides to a mutual friendship."&nbsp; He said polietly, his eyes cast away from the generals, even though their gasps at his words were easily heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warrior and Widow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 20:27:59</strong>
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				Ian seemed to begrudgingly accept Sabin's explanation and attempt at reconciling the two leaders to a suitable understanding.&nbsp; He turned to Danica, watching her face as she ignored him completely for studying Sabin, as if she could force him to speak the truth with the intensity of her eyes.&nbsp; One of her hands raised to brush at her forehead, and the shawl that hid her hair fell back, revealing the golden waves.<br><br>Danica hardly noticed.&nbsp; She was not so easily fooled by Sabin's pretty words.&nbsp; Too quickly, she thought, did he change his position on the matter at hand.&nbsp; Too eager had he been prior to laying claim to what was not his.&nbsp; The gasps of surprise from his generals spoke volumes to the young woman, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.&nbsp; Sadly enough, giving him that calculating look was all she could really afford to pay him, and she was certain that he knew it.&nbsp; Beyond her threats and coldness, the Lady Fetterin did not have much to utilize against this man and his army.&nbsp; She would have to play along and hope that he would see something else that he wanted... something that would draw him away from her land.<br><br>A quick shift of expression hid the glare that had been cast his way, and Danica straightened, clearing her throat to indicate that she did indeed wish to speak.<br><br>"In an effort to show our willing hospitality, I would invite you and your officers for a feasting.&nbsp; It will be held two days hence, and I do expect that you will arrive unarmed and with no ill will toward me and mine."&nbsp; It was all to easy to imagine the small woman in her proper attire and with her prude ways.&nbsp; She was everything that bespoke "lady," and she was not one to let anyone else forget it.&nbsp; Ian turned his own eyes upon her and nodded approvingly.&nbsp; In some ways it made him proud that his mistress would not step down from her high horse, no matter the disregard with which she tended to treat him and his men.
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