Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2016 12:42:57 GMT -5
A few days had passed since William had ‘arrived’. Cedric had shown him leniency, because of her. But Fable had still wanted to check on William, to speak with him. Much had occurred and much time had passed since she had last seen him. And seeing his back torn apart had been…difficult. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t seen him….she knew he was a servant now….voices traveled around quiet people….And Fable was always hearing the whispers. Beth was in her quarter’s tidying up when Fable finally ask.
“Beth….have you met the new servant? William?” The young woman immediately appeared nervous and set about folding the clothing more quickly. “I….he doesn’t work where I do my queen.” Fable watched her in silence for several moments. Darynn was asleep in her arms, contented by the sound of her mother’s heartbeat. “Beth…he was a friend of mine…I haven’t seen him since the day he was brought in. If you know where he is at I would appreciate you telling me.” The maid paused, knowing it was against the king’s wishes for the queen to approach William…..the cook had specifically told her that she was to come fetch the food and not let him bring it out on the days he was in the kitchen. “…I’m sorry my queen…” She said quietly and bowed before leaving the room.
Something was going on….Fable could see that now…..she was being kept away from William for some reason…..Was it Cedric’s doing? Why? Because he thought William had changed as he said before? Or because….he didn’t trust her? Fable kissed Darynn on her forehead and lay her down in her small bed. Beth was in the hall near her room and Fable ask her to listen for the babe, that she would be gone for a bit. “Of course my queen…” She said looking down at her toes, still obviously uncomfortable with refusing the queen’s questions. Fable gave the woman a tentative smile and started walking. She needed to find Cedric…and find out exactly what was going on.
It was mid-day….he could truly be anywhere, but his sleeping quarters were unlikely. She stopped in the dining hall, no Cedric. She walked through the area where sparring practice was held, no Cedric. She even just walked around aimlessly in hopes that she could encounter him, no Cedric. It was possible he was gone….or just busy somewhere she wasn’t aware of or wasn’t allowed to venture. Fable sighed and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. A soft sigh on her lips. Nothing had occurred between her and Cedric since the day William was brought in. She could still remember the feel of the king’s lips on her skin. She had wanted to go to him again. To speak with him more than just the pleasantries that were exchanged over meals. He was a busy man indeed. But she had been afraid. Her nerves stopping her from being so forward as to invite herself to his quarters.
She was looking down at her gown, her fingers moving idly over the velvety fabric when a shadow fell across her vision. She had wandered a little further from the longhouse than she intended. She was a bit close to the stables though not horribly…all in all she wasn’t in a very open area. Possibly not the safest place for a queen. She looked up to see a man standing over her with a strange look on his face. “Well if it isn’t our whore queen, what are you doing out here? Looking for another way to disgrace our good king?” Fable was shocked and confused, she looked up at the man and shook her head a little. Unsure as to what she should say. ”What are you….I’m not a-“ He scoffed and cut her off, shaking his head as one of his hands fell to settle on her thin shoulder. His dirty fingers moving beneath the neckline of her dress and give her collar a hard squeeze. Fable immediately tried to pull away and sucked in a breath to scream when his powerful hand clamped across her soft lips. “What is it my queen? I’m not good enough for you? We’ve all heard about how the new servant was an old friend of yours, but the king doesn’t want him around you. I wonder why……” He moved his hand that didn’t hold her silent, shoving her from her seat onto the ground beside it. Mostly obstructed from passerby’s views. “…..he should have never chosen a little tramp like you. But maybe you’re just that good in bed? Well I’ll just have to find out.” Fable’s blue eyes widened and she struggled harder only to have the man cuff her across her face enough to daze her.
This had nearly happened once before….it felt like forever ago when the man had caught her in an ally. But he didn’t succeed….she’d had her knife….she didn’t have any weapons on her now…. She was frantic as he started to pull her dress up her pal legs. Smacking at him and scratching, her hands falling to her sides to try to find anything to hit him with…..sticks and rocks….and then something heavy and metal. A small hook that was used to drag smaller trees behind horses or mules. She didn’t know what it was…but it felt like it could do damage. As hard as she was able to from her position she drove the metal at the man’s head. She felt it make contact….and he immediately stopped moving.
She was crying now, tears leaking down her pale face, she looked up. Prepared to see anger in his eyes. But no. He was staring at her, his mouth had fallen open. His eyes were open and unseeing. The sharp hook had been driven deep into the man’s brain…he was already dead. Blood started to creep down his head and neck…she had to get him off of her before it touched her…she couldn’t let it…she just couldn’t! She pushed and shoved at him, but the man’s muscles gave out and he fell atop her. His limp lifeless body incredibly heavy atop the small woman.
She eventually managed to wriggle from under him, sobbing uncontrollably now and she kicked and pulled herself away from him. I killed him. She thought to herself, one of her hands moving to her cheek where a small bruise was steadily setting in.
“What have you done?!” A young voice startled her, Fable was still shaking horribly and sitting in the dirt. She looked over at the young stable hand who seemed confused as to what he should do. He shook his head, taking a step back. His youthful voice breaking the silence. “Help! I need help! She’s killed my da!”
“Beth….have you met the new servant? William?” The young woman immediately appeared nervous and set about folding the clothing more quickly. “I….he doesn’t work where I do my queen.” Fable watched her in silence for several moments. Darynn was asleep in her arms, contented by the sound of her mother’s heartbeat. “Beth…he was a friend of mine…I haven’t seen him since the day he was brought in. If you know where he is at I would appreciate you telling me.” The maid paused, knowing it was against the king’s wishes for the queen to approach William…..the cook had specifically told her that she was to come fetch the food and not let him bring it out on the days he was in the kitchen. “…I’m sorry my queen…” She said quietly and bowed before leaving the room.
Something was going on….Fable could see that now…..she was being kept away from William for some reason…..Was it Cedric’s doing? Why? Because he thought William had changed as he said before? Or because….he didn’t trust her? Fable kissed Darynn on her forehead and lay her down in her small bed. Beth was in the hall near her room and Fable ask her to listen for the babe, that she would be gone for a bit. “Of course my queen…” She said looking down at her toes, still obviously uncomfortable with refusing the queen’s questions. Fable gave the woman a tentative smile and started walking. She needed to find Cedric…and find out exactly what was going on.
It was mid-day….he could truly be anywhere, but his sleeping quarters were unlikely. She stopped in the dining hall, no Cedric. She walked through the area where sparring practice was held, no Cedric. She even just walked around aimlessly in hopes that she could encounter him, no Cedric. It was possible he was gone….or just busy somewhere she wasn’t aware of or wasn’t allowed to venture. Fable sighed and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. A soft sigh on her lips. Nothing had occurred between her and Cedric since the day William was brought in. She could still remember the feel of the king’s lips on her skin. She had wanted to go to him again. To speak with him more than just the pleasantries that were exchanged over meals. He was a busy man indeed. But she had been afraid. Her nerves stopping her from being so forward as to invite herself to his quarters.
She was looking down at her gown, her fingers moving idly over the velvety fabric when a shadow fell across her vision. She had wandered a little further from the longhouse than she intended. She was a bit close to the stables though not horribly…all in all she wasn’t in a very open area. Possibly not the safest place for a queen. She looked up to see a man standing over her with a strange look on his face. “Well if it isn’t our whore queen, what are you doing out here? Looking for another way to disgrace our good king?” Fable was shocked and confused, she looked up at the man and shook her head a little. Unsure as to what she should say. ”What are you….I’m not a-“ He scoffed and cut her off, shaking his head as one of his hands fell to settle on her thin shoulder. His dirty fingers moving beneath the neckline of her dress and give her collar a hard squeeze. Fable immediately tried to pull away and sucked in a breath to scream when his powerful hand clamped across her soft lips. “What is it my queen? I’m not good enough for you? We’ve all heard about how the new servant was an old friend of yours, but the king doesn’t want him around you. I wonder why……” He moved his hand that didn’t hold her silent, shoving her from her seat onto the ground beside it. Mostly obstructed from passerby’s views. “…..he should have never chosen a little tramp like you. But maybe you’re just that good in bed? Well I’ll just have to find out.” Fable’s blue eyes widened and she struggled harder only to have the man cuff her across her face enough to daze her.
This had nearly happened once before….it felt like forever ago when the man had caught her in an ally. But he didn’t succeed….she’d had her knife….she didn’t have any weapons on her now…. She was frantic as he started to pull her dress up her pal legs. Smacking at him and scratching, her hands falling to her sides to try to find anything to hit him with…..sticks and rocks….and then something heavy and metal. A small hook that was used to drag smaller trees behind horses or mules. She didn’t know what it was…but it felt like it could do damage. As hard as she was able to from her position she drove the metal at the man’s head. She felt it make contact….and he immediately stopped moving.
She was crying now, tears leaking down her pale face, she looked up. Prepared to see anger in his eyes. But no. He was staring at her, his mouth had fallen open. His eyes were open and unseeing. The sharp hook had been driven deep into the man’s brain…he was already dead. Blood started to creep down his head and neck…she had to get him off of her before it touched her…she couldn’t let it…she just couldn’t! She pushed and shoved at him, but the man’s muscles gave out and he fell atop her. His limp lifeless body incredibly heavy atop the small woman.
She eventually managed to wriggle from under him, sobbing uncontrollably now and she kicked and pulled herself away from him. I killed him. She thought to herself, one of her hands moving to her cheek where a small bruise was steadily setting in.
“What have you done?!” A young voice startled her, Fable was still shaking horribly and sitting in the dirt. She looked over at the young stable hand who seemed confused as to what he should do. He shook his head, taking a step back. His youthful voice breaking the silence. “Help! I need help! She’s killed my da!”