A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)
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				Title: <strong>A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 15:20:40</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 15:21:39</strong>
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				The great empire of Zaudtor was not unlike from an orchestra playing a symphony. With the richest states in the middle of enormous landscape, safely surrounded by the crown of mountains Favina at north and the river Yeehest at south. Full of life, tranquil, peaceful with most beautiful dew soaked mornings, colorful butterflies and pretty birds singing with joy. Each soul in the realm knew how blessed they were so did Albert, the Lord of Cordwell. <br><br>Although he was rich and noble but none enjoined his company around the province; it was obvious especially when he was honored with titles like vagabond, vagrant, alcoholic, disloyal and egoistic. With smirks and snigger people often called him a disgrace to the royal family, a curse, and a repentant and thus all made provision to stay away for him, at least at times of social gatherings. None desired an amusing drunk person flirting with their daughters and ladies.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Albert was not a child, he was a grown man, and at 29 he stood taller, stronger than knights. He could crush skulls with his clutch, he could tame furious horses without a whip and merely a dagger was enough for him to hunt down the wildest beasts. He knew no fear; tales of his courage were as famous as his appalling nature. His childhood was certainly luxurious, he had everything which he desired; beside his father’s wealth there was his swift sword, both of them together made him unbeatable. He was an alone person, he had no friends and desired none. For Albert, life meant wine and love meant prostitutes. Albert was pleased in his own world when his father fell sick. Despite hopeless but he was the only son, thus he was crowned Lord of Cordwell after his father and the never ending quest to satisfy others began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 02:49:12</strong>
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				Joyce sighed as her mother called her from her garden, AGAIN.&nbsp; She swore, she never wished for her sixteenth birthday, but yet here it was coming and her mother wouldn't stop fretting over the gathering feast that was being held in her honor.&nbsp; She wished there would be no feast at all.&nbsp; She allready knew all that the feast was was for eligable bachelors to come and oogle her as much as they could.&nbsp; Decide on if she was worth the land that they'd gain.&nbsp; She sighed, dusting off her plain dress that she wore for gardening before she went to see her mother.<br><br>"AH!&nbsp; My child why are you in that dress!&nbsp; You look like a servant!&nbsp; Go!&nbsp; UP!&nbsp; UP!&nbsp; UP!&nbsp; Go get dressed!&nbsp; The feast will begin soon!"&nbsp; The now portly but still beautiful woman chided her.&nbsp; Her Lady Mother.&nbsp; The one who gave birth to her and raised her from a child.&nbsp; The one who was a joy in her existance while still being a bane.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mother, it is barely past noon, the feast starts at sundo-"<br><br>"Go!&nbsp; Our guests will be coming to greet before then, you know this!&nbsp; Now go ready yourself before they think we switched you with a chambermaid!"&nbsp; Her mother ushered her up the stairs of the castle before she could make any other fuss otherwise.&nbsp; The woman's dark eyes following her up as Joyce made her way to her chambers.<br><br>With the help of her own chambermaid, Alaryn, she managed to change into the dress her mother had ordered.&nbsp; And the dress her mother apparently wished her to perish in.&nbsp; She could not breath in it, and when she did it hurt...&nbsp; "Lord help me," she prayed on a whim, hoping she'd be heard.&nbsp; She did not want this.&nbsp; She did not wish to be paraded around like some peacock or to marry a man who wished only for a few sons and some land.&nbsp; With a sigh of distress she waved her chambermaid away once she was done being dressed to look at herself in her chamber mirror.&nbsp; A present for her 15th birthday, the thing was worth more than fifteen horses.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at her finely featured face, her dark ebony hair.&nbsp; Her flawless pale skin that made her dark green doe eyes even more prominent.&nbsp; The dress was beautiful, she had to admit, even if it was designed by the devil.&nbsp; A fine white lace outlined her chest and neck, her sleeves and the bottom hem of the dress lined with it.&nbsp; The fine dark green fabric that made up the dresses skirts and body matched her eyes almost to the tint.&nbsp; The skirt was pleated in the front, the cream cloth belt wrapped around the bodice to hand artfully down to the floor just a little to the side.&nbsp; "Why am I doing this," she asked her reflection, knowing no anser would come.&nbsp; With a sigh, she placed a smile on her face for the world to see.&nbsp; She would be bright and cheery as her mother wished her to be.&nbsp; Whether or not she enjoyed the night however was still to be seen.<br><br>She walked out of her room and carefuly down the stairs in her green slipper clad feet.&nbsp; Careful of her dress as she came down the stairs for her mother's inspection.&nbsp; With a few adjustments to her hair, a braid tucked there, a small knot there, her mother finally approved of her appearance.&nbsp; The woman lead her out into the courtyard where a few Lord's sons and unwed Lords were all waiting to be greeted before they were taken to where they would stay the night and the next few days of the feast.&nbsp; The Lady Joyce shivvered at the sight of many of them.&nbsp; Those that she recognized she knew nothing good of, and those that she didn't looked horrid or had a look about them that said she would not wish to know anything of.&nbsp; She honestly felt like she was being fed to wolves!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 17:15:56</strong>
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				The wagon was skidding down the narrow mud-splattered path, so typical that Albert was late again; tardiness was one of his habits. He was heading to attend the ceremony of Lady Joyce’s 16th birthday despite not at all interested but still his presence was an obligation. He wasn’t a vagabond anymore, he was the Lord of Cordwell, along that title came liabilities. He had to at least pretend like a gentleman and had to attend the neighborhood ceremonies regardless of his personal desires. <br><br>With a firmly grip on the wooden cane which had a&nbsp; silver top he sat relaxing on the spongy leather seats of the beautifully crafted wagon. He was dressed traditionally for the ritual, a white linen shirt, and heavy decorated velvet gown with a jewel studded belt. A dagger dangled in his waist, pointed brown shoes and a fur hat. Despite whoever he was, how ever he grew up but he certainly looked like a noble person in those cloths. “So…have you seen the Lady Joyce my darling, they say she is the prettiest girl in the monarchy?” Albert chuckled at his advisor who sat next to him. He was aware that her 16th birthday ceremony will also be an exertion as well; her father would be using it as an excuse to demonstrate her daughter to all the lords, he would be expecting a marriage proposal. “A 16 year old girl can’t be pretty my darling, am I wrong?” Albert gazed at his advisor while the wagon ran to their destination.<br><br>“No…my lord, she is too young to be pretty.” His advisor answered him politely and managed a smile across his lips; he didn’t desire to quarrel, not when he was sitting in a wagon miles away from either states. He could never trust Albert’s reckless moods, a little annoyance and Albert would have certainly made him walk back to Cordwell.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon they reached to the lands of Michen, the wagon crossed the massive garden and stopped in front of the castle. “They have closed the doors, seems like we are last, yet again....we must leave now.” Albert chuckled and walked inside the gates where he noticed all the Lords enjoying conversations with wine and delicious food. Albert had no intentions to talk to anyone but he did waved his hand at everyone while he walked to a dark corner. The cloths he was wearing made him feel like a clown, and well, everyone there looked like a clown to him. He sat on a chair away from others and smiled at the girl who was serving drinks. Finally, there was something of his interest in another dull get-together. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Lord’s Desire (J.T. and exelis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 23:51:45</strong>
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				The young girl ate quietly, wishing she could just dissapear.&nbsp; A few lords had allready tried to charm her, however, they seemed to be the one's that either didn't know how to charm and were actually quite handsome on the outside, or they knew how to charm and were absolutely hiddious.&nbsp; Other Lords were trying to charm her father, she noted, a few even trying to go after her mother in order to try and convince her parents to give them her hand in marriage.&nbsp; She was disgusted just watching the display.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a sip at her goblet - most definately choosing water this night.&nbsp; Yes, she'd rather have gotten drunk and not remembered the night, but who knew what she would agree to if she'd gotten drunk.&nbsp; She took another bite of her roasted pork flank, glaring as a new Lord came to try and woo her.&nbsp; She gave a soft pout, pushing some of the food on her plate.&nbsp; Was the only thing any of them wanted her body or her father's lands?&nbsp; No man here had even tried to have an intellegent conversation with her.&nbsp; Only going on and on about how fair she was or how good a match they thought that they'd become.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 17:33:27</strong>
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				Albert shook his head at the girl serving drinks, a gesture that he desired her and in returned she smiled back at him and walked to his corner. She was idyllic with decent but seductive pace, her hips swinging with the long black gown she wore. Albert gently smiled and picked one of the glasses from the silver plate as she leaned in front of him exposing her breasts. “Beautiful….” He gazed up at her and shed a smile. “I am certain I will not be going back alone, if not Lady Joyce then I am taking you along…or maybe I will take both of you with me..” He chuckled sipping the wine, enjoying himself and like everyone else waiting for Lady Joyce.<br><br>Albert was one of those men who always knew what they desired; with a blunt nature he never hesitated with anything; maybe that was one of the reasons why not many enjoyed his company. “So where is the princess…seems like she is not aware that we are waiting for her?” He finished the wine with a big gulp and slipped the glass back on the plate. The girl hesitantly smiled back at him whispering “I am not aware, my lord.” <br><br>“You are dismissed….get lost.” Albert grabbed another glass and slapped her hips gently as he dismissed her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 12:23:43</strong>
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				Joyce pouted as she felt her mother elbow her, "Dear, why don't you go serve the men some wine, hm?&nbsp; I'm sure they'd enjoy that."&nbsp; As she began her protest, her mother gave her a look that said 'that was not a suggestion'.&nbsp; She bit her lip before getting up, going to a nearby serving girl, she took the girl's jug of wine and began with her father's table before going about to serve others.&nbsp; She smiled sweetly as she was supposed to do, not wishing to anger her mother.&nbsp; Even if all she wanted to do was go to her room and go to sleep.&nbsp; All this acting like she was enjoying herself was taking it's tole on her.<br><br>She came up and saw a Lord she did not recognize at the next table.&nbsp; She came up softly behind him, "Would you enjoy more to drink, Milord?"&nbsp; She gave a sweet smile, trying to ignore the unease she felt at being oogled by all the men of the room.&nbsp; She swore if she'd known it twould have been this bad she would have run and hid.&nbsp; She walked till she was besides him, her body still somewhat developing, was slim, though her bossom was fairly full.&nbsp; She nodded at his goblet, half full, she noticed.&nbsp; "It would please me to fill your goblet full, Milord."
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 17:06:33</strong>
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				Albert gazed at the pretty girl who just joined and started serving the men in the room. He smiled thinking that if she was Lady Joyce then people were certainly correct, she was beautiful but she looked much older than sixteen with her full curvy breasts. Albert left his chair as she walked close to him; he took his hat off with curtsey. “A very good morning my lady….I would be lucky to be served by those beautiful hands.” He managed a polite smile and leaned raising his goblet to her. <br><br>“Jesus….” He mumbled when he peeked at her young flesh wrapped tightly in her cloths. She was beautiful, she seemed intact but who knew, a girl that pretty she couldn’t be a saint. “I believe people who said you were the prettiest girl in the realm…. were lying, I am certain you are the prettiest girl in the whole world.” Albert at that age knew the skills to draw girls closer and to allure them; he was trying same with Joyce but he was uncertain if his skills will work on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:31:51</strong>
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				"Milord, you shouldn't flatter me so," she told him softly, pouring his goblet full.&nbsp; "For it will not give you any purchase."&nbsp; She gave him a look that was neither pleased nor displeased, her words just fact as she moved to the next gentleman.&nbsp; "Would you enjoy more wine, Milord," she asked the man softly, giving a soft smile that didn't reach her eyes.&nbsp; She was not enjoying her time at this feast, all she was was chattle for her father to barter for what he could now.&nbsp; She poured the man a drink before moving back, intending to walk around to the other side of the table.&nbsp; Her blue skirts danced about her feet lightly as they swathed to her hips.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 17:42:26</strong>
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				Albert didn’t like the way she left his presence, she was a princess but he was a lord himself. In a way he felt insulted because she didn’t wish him farewell neither did she seek his consent before leaving. “I don’t think I have dismissed you Lady Joyce, it seems like god has only blessed you with beauty and no manners.” He laughed as he stood up and gazed at the Lord who swathed to her hips. “Careful milord, that girl will be my wife soon…” Albert walked close to them, “You are only here to serve drinks Lady Joyce…remember that, you will only bed with me…if not your father than I shall teach you some manners.” Albert smiled with disgust and left the room, he desired not to stay another moment there, his ego wouldn’t have allowed him. He rapidly walked to the door, and gazed at his advisor, who followed him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:10:20</strong>
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				Joyce gasped as he came up and spoke.&nbsp; Acting as a servant would, she hadn't bid farewall or asked their pardon for her leaving.&nbsp; She hadn't thought she'd need it.&nbsp; She blushed at his words, her expression outraged, "How dare you!&nbsp; I would never marry you!"&nbsp; Not if her father begged, she determined, watching him leave.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her chest heaved in anger at his pomp.&nbsp; She looked to her mother who merely smiled, only feuling her anger.&nbsp; Shoving the jug of spirits into a servant's hands she left herself hurrying to her room.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 08:49:11</strong>
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				Albert was only veiled a gentleman but the truth was something else, beneath the charming smile he was a stubborn manipulating personality. He always took what he desire, no matter what lengths it took him. After he reached back to his castle he desired his advisors to collect as much information about Lady Joyce, her father and her family. He desired to know everything about them including their liabilities and assets. Albert made sure to figure out all of her friends, all the men she knew, everything she liked and hated. In few weeks he knew Lady Joyce more than her own parents. Like a chess player he left no threats which could harm his intentions. He played his moves well, he was a dear to the king, with his influence he removed most of men from her life, and he parted her friends from her. An alone girl is bound to make mistakes; she was bond to slip in his lap if not then than later. <br><br>Albert figured that her parents owed huge money, their taxes were still due and to him it was an opportunity to show his presence, he made arrangements with Lady Joyce’s father to wed his daughter with him and in return he would clear their debts. Things went as Albert desired, it was only him and Lady Joyce, destined to be together. For her father ‘No’ was not an option. <br>
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