On King Egan' side, the
archers took to their forward positions and notched in their arrows. The
opposing side also did the same, and both archers traded blows. The archers
from King Egan were more experienced and had the longer bows for the distance.
They ignored the archers there and shot to the rear towards the pike men and
knights. That riled up the rear column and the call for battle was given. On
seeing the advancing foot soldiers, the archers of both sides withdrew back.
Both the sides clashed in the field, and it was then the hidden half of King
Egan' army arrived at the flank of Lord Moor side. The pike men charged in at
the archers and then towards the flank of the knights.
King Egan on his steed
charged in at the knights with the battle mace held in his right hand. He swung
it at the nearest knight; hitting at the other on the left shoulder, before he
swung it back to hit on the back of the head. The last blow dropped the knight
from the horse. He then rode on and met the second knight, but that one had deflected
the mace with the sword. The knight swung back with the sword on passing the
King and cut him on the right waist; cutting passes the armor. King Egan kicked
at his horse to move forward and dropped the mace. He reached for the waist and
held back the bleeding. He reached for his dagger on his right leg greave, but
the pain was unbearable. He fell down to his knees and looked at the
approaching knight still on the horse. He pushed himself to stand and saw the
knight fell down from the horse.
One of his guards had killed
the knight with an arrow into the side of the neck. King Egan looked to the
warrior and it was then, King Egan was shot be another archer from Lord Moor
side, into his groin. He collapsed down, but his own guards had stepped in to form
a cordon around him. Soon the battle was over, and King Egan won. He was
treated at the battlefield, but there was too much damage.
"The wedding must be
called off, Lin." King Egan confided to the warrior who had saved his
life. They were alone in the healer' tent, and King Egan had asked for Lin to
see him alone. It had taken nearly a full moon for the King to recover where he
could move. Outside of the tent, the knights of the deposed Lord Moor had their
armors removed and hung by the heavy branches on the trees at the nearby
forest. Lord Moor himself was stake on the battlefield and left to die. That
was the wrath of King Egan for his near death moment.
"I cannot deceive my
Queen."
"No, my King. The
wedding would go on. Or war would resume on the lands." Lin told the King.
"The hard fought victory of yours, your father, and also of your guards.
As we speak, Lord Falstof had spoken to your other Lords, that he would provide
your land peace or war."
King Egan knew that fact.
Lord Falstof was his equal in strength and influence, but he was older and has
a beautiful daughter for marriage. If they are to be close allies, the other
neighboring lords would be more compliant in meeting their tributes
contribution. He sighed at that decision, for he feared his last wound would
make his Queen a laughing stock of the ladies.
"My King, you are not
....entirely without it." Lin tried to find the words to soothe the King.
"The healer said that the organs are intact, but the workings of may be
....impaired."
"Lin, I am not a man
anymore." King Egan sighed. "The bastard removed my fatherhood."
Just as Lin was to encourage
his King, the tent was intruded in by the arrival of Lord Falstof, in his
armor. He was a tall man with the battle scars that shaped his tough body
frame, but with age, he was then more of a spectator to any battle. By his side
was his heir, Prince Holden. Like his father, he was tall but he was known to
be a good strategic leader with his battles won by his planning.
"King Egan, I heard you
are unwell." Lord Falstof did not hold back his words, while he stepped to
check on his daughter's suitor. He was against the union, but the alliance of
the two parties would strengthen their lands. More to it, the ladies of the
realm are mere pawns in these moves. He had wedded his Queen on the
strengthening of the alliance with the Lords. He was doing the same with Egan,
but he had heard rumors that the King was fatally wounded, hence he rode in to
check.
"No, Lord Falstof. I am
fine, but for a battle wound, that took time to heal. I would be able to ride
soon, and be back for the union with your daughter. More to it, I had added in
Lord Moor' land to ours. I would rename River Dane to that of your
daughter." King Egan forced a smile on his face although he knew that the
Lord was there to see him die. And with that would have taken over his lands by
force.
It was with that King Egan
wedded Princess Evie, but he was saved by the call for battle. A distraught
suitor of the Princess had declared war on King Egan, which he was gladly to
fight. He rode on the morning of their union, although he was not with her
during the wedding night. He had feigned excuses to avoid seeing his bride. It
was not till after two battles and for nearly one season when he had ran out of
excuses.
King Egan rested his right
hand on the door to his chamber. It was late into the night, and the Queen had
waited one too many nights alone. He paused at the door and looked at his
trusted friend. Lin nodded to him, and pushed the door opened for him.
King Egan stepped in and
closed the door behind him. He looked to the bedding and saw his Queen had
rested there. He walked towards the bedding and looked closely to the sleeping
form. She looked beautiful; lying there, with her locks of hair laid across the
bedding, while her body was covered by the flimsy gown she had selected for
their union; one that she had kept for over a season. He looked at her body
beneath the flimsy material; her silhouette there lying on her back, showed the
curves of her body flesh. It was then he felt the movement in his manhood; it
had been sometime since he felt anything. She stirred in her sleep and moved to
sleep on her left side. Her arm moved out to rub the bedding as if in searched
for her mate.
King Egan stepped back from
the bedding and started removing his clothes. He then climbed onto the bedding
and laid down on the rear of her. He reached over with his hands, and spooned
her to his body. She shuddered under his touch and woke up, but did not pull away.
She slept there motionless, while his hands roved over her body from the
shoulders to the waist. He did not push his hand below it, but she felt his
hardness pressed against the rear of her lower spine.
"Hush, my dear. We would
sleep tonight." With that King Egan held onto his Queen for the warmth
comfort.
It took the a few more
nights, with each time King Egan just held his Queen on the bedding. She would
be first to sleep and then he would join her. After a few nights of such, Queen
Evie took the initiative to sleep in the nude in wait for her King. He came as
usual and stood there looking at her beneath the bed cover. He undressed as
usual, and felt the urge to urinate. He walked over to the pot and peed into
it. It was then his Queen peeked out and saw for the first time, the hardness
that was felt by her the last few nights. She had seen others; mostly of boys,
but never a man. Never one like him, but she soon closed her eyes when he faced
the bed.
King Egan stood there over
the pot after his peed, and wondered to himself. He had been lying next to her
for the last few nights, felt the urges, but he had not pursued it like before.
Prior to his injury, he would have not hesitated in ravishing her, as he had
done for the other captives or hostages of his. He looked down at himself, and
smiled. It had not failed him before, despite the screams or moaning, he was no
lover of those ladies, but with this lady, he felt differently. He viewed her
differently; something he had not felt before.
He walked to the bedding and
noticed that the candles were few that night, giving the chamber a more subdued
environment. He raised the cover and climbed in. The first thing he felt was
the skin, and then the return of the tingling in his manhood. He pulled back and
slept back on his side of the bedding. He tried to regulate his breathing and
contemplated what to do next. He was to reached for her when she moved first.
She moved on her side and then over him, lying on his chest.
"My King, I am
yours." Queen Evie whispered to him. His mind snapped then and he pushed
her off. He rolled over onto of her, and pushed his hips in between her legs.
He reached down with his right hand and pushed himself in. She gasped out on
his intrusion, but bear with the initial discomfort that soon settled to a
rhythm of pleasuring points. She felt his thrusts and mauling on her chest,
with the final thrust of his; she then felt nothing. He had rolled over and
then got up from the bedding. He reached for his gown and walked out of the chamber.
It was like that for over three seasons before she barred him from her chamber.
It was not another season, when he marched to the Battle of Cecil.
Lin Denham looked to his old
friend and comrade in arm. He was the trusted lieutenant of the King, even to
the extent of keeping guard over his castle and Queen. But he also entrusted
more than that to his lieutenant. He made the Castellan signed a pledge to
seduce the Queen.
"My Queen, the sun is on
the horizon." The Castellan looked to his Queen, who was seated on the
patio of the library on the upper level overlooking the river. They had sat
there since the previous nightfall, and spoke into the late night. Then she had
fallen asleep on the seat but he had kept vigil over her while the servants stoke
the brazier which kept them warm. Her personal maids are all asleep in the
library. He reached over to wake her up, and then stood himself up on the
patio. He stretched himself fully on his toes, and felt the morning sunlight
showering his body with its first light. It was then he felt his own manhood
coming to hardness on his leggings. He pulled in his body frame, and then felt
the eyes on him. He looked to the Queen and saw her watching him.
"Morning, my
Queen." Lin greets his Queen, and moved to take back his seat. He sat down
an adjusted his legging to hide his manhood. Queen Evie smiled at him and then
looked away. She felt ashamed for staring but she also felt the uneasy feeling
inside her. It was not like her to favor another man besides her King. It was
the first embarrassing moment but not their last. There were a few instances
after that like casual touching and then the personal rendezvous to chat. It
took time for her be direct with him and it came one evening during their
personal chats.
"Lin" Queen Evie
was in personal terms with him in their personal chats."How long more
before the King arrived back?"
"I heard that they are
winning and may be back before the season is over." Lin told her. He had
been reading the messages sent back by the doves. "The King would be back
soon."
It was then Queen Evie broke
down to tears and ran back to her chamber. Lin followed on, but stopped at the
doorway. He was to turn away when she called out his name. He went in and saw
her standing there. There were no words needed to be spoken, when they held
each other. Then they moved to the bedding and consummated on it. It was to
take place for the next few nights and then just as it had started, it stopped
and the Queen refused to see anyone until the King came back. A fortnight
later, the Queen declared her pregnancy.
Lin paused in his tale and
looked at the group.
"Queen Evie children are
mine."
It was then; Clare came out
of her hiding, holding her bow with the arrow notched on the string.
"You are a liar."
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