Angelina Jolie Lips: Most Kissable In The World

Chapter 3The Challenger“ A Wife…with large dowry you will need to save your land….you’ve got the title Bradley but the landless lord you will be indeed…”Sir Bradley WilliamPitts arguing with his best friend, Sir George, he drew along side his friend, slow down his pace, he glance to the surrounding , appreciate the beauty of the countryside, for centuries his family resided over this land, fought against the barbaric German, the greedy Welch…..his land…..slowly but surely will disappear under his reign. Sir Bradley, actually he is now a Duke, the title was bestowed on him upon his father passing last year. Sir George, an nobleman in his own right, with vast wealth, but a play boy at heart, his father sends him here to calm down a riot he had created for himself in Cornwall, a stolen kiss from the Duke of Cornwall’s second wife.“ a fair wife is a weight upon her husband’s fortunes” Sir Bradley shouted.“ Bradley, would you rather bed an ugly woman than a fair one?…” Sir George replied.“ bedding and wedding are beast with different back…beauty is vain, but a woman that obey her lord, she shall be praised..” Laughed with delight, Sir Bradley pulling the rein to slow his horse to a walk. “ yes, for the woman who wed the WilliamPitt, she’d do well to fear him” Sir George gave Bradley a knowing look.Over the past few centuries, the WilliamPitts jealousy had provided folder for scores of legends. His own Grandfather had kept his grandmother imprisoned in a tower for 5 years after she had dared to bestow a smile on a traveling fool. The fate of the unfortunate jongleur was never confirmed, although it was rumored that his final performance was rope dancing with his head in it.“ I’ve never lifted a hand to a woman” he groaned , giving Sir George a murderous looked. “ you’ve never married one either” Sir George was not intimidated by Sir Bradley’s piercing glares. He’d tolerated them since boyhood and had yet to feel threaten., beside his piercing blue eyes, Sir Bradley is strikingly handsome, his fair skin, his rugged look, his face showed the seasons has been kind to him, tall, proud and loyal. He looks straight at his friend with the same blue eyes.“ suppose this lady Croft is fairest as they claim her to be, you can have both money and beauty, what a lethal combination that will be..” paused briefly “ and yet I’ve not met a man with such luck…” still grinning at his best friend “ may be I will be such a man”. Sir Bradley starred down at his friend, a handsome fellow with charm that can purchase a whole country if he wishes and fair maiden will blindly leaving their honorable life to be with him. “ Ah! But if she is so fair, why would her father be offering such an extravagant dowry?….I’ll wager she has teeth like a horse and ears like an elephant” he added “ hopefully with a loyal disposition of a hunting hound”…Sir George frowned slightly, pointing his fingers at Bradley’s chest “ perhaps she’s exceedingly fair…but possessed temperament of a sultress siren…”Sir Bradley ignored the comment, absently scratching his face, cover with out of control beard, a voice whispered in his ears “ let beauty be your doom”, the damming curse of a witch, falsely accused of faithlessness by his ancestor, a legendary fairytale, as he spurred his horse into a canter through the meadow, his gaze lifted to the horizon, the shadowy view of the castle in the haze clouds, “ then the god help us both”…he whispered, more to himself “…for I intend to win her”.Lord Baltimore, a strangely large man, not by height, with wicked eyes and a scar beneath his left ear visible from the side, he had tried to cover up with a unusual large wigs, in his fifty, Lord Baltimore is the most wealthy of all the lords at Normandy, his favorite with the king giving him more power and more lands. Lord Baltimore and his entourage marching slowly toward the south, the hideous English weather caused much delayed to his goal. A few years ago, he was one of the suitors chased away by Lady Croft. Lady Croft, her vision of goddess had driven him insane. He determined to get her, she will be his. His latest wife had suddenly past away, at 13 years of age she was too fragile to bear his heir. He’s now in need of another bride and this time only Lady Croft will do and no other. The thought of her bring his body into a shivering climax, wiping of his saliva from this mouth, his hungry eyes focus ahead toward Croft castle.

((((((((((((((((fanfic Alert))))))))))))))Diclaimer: same as before, fictional, not real…etc…etc..Chapter 5The Tournament, part 1The crisp morning air fall upon the hillside, men who were merried the night before, now moaning and sickening over themselves. Sir George was worried about Sir Bradley, after their returned to their quarter, Sir Bradley bore a haunted look, it appeared he had not slept, but had spent the night wrestling demons and losing. Sir Bradley strode past him without a word, he already dress in his finest cloths. March toward the horses and having words with knaves. Sir George walked toward his friend, eyeing the knaves to leave them be. “Was the lady fair?” trying to break the haunted mood of his friend, Sir Bradley paused before answer “her face like an angel…her face is not like any other fair lady…” “Eyes?”…Sir George pressed, now his interest peak, “deep green”…smiled Sir Bradley response…” ah ha! Nose?” … “Straight” a short replied, for his mind is else where, the garden, where the angel of his dream reside, smile wider Sir George added “Ears?…as big as and elephant?” Sir Bradley gave him a quizzly look, and chucked at the thought, “ voice? “ her voice is like a hyhenas running from attack..’ Sir Bradley teased his friend, paying back for the ear like an elephant comment. Sir George nodding his head pressed on “ oh that’s good, what of her hair, her lips” Sir Bradley stopped and turned to his friend “ Sweet Christ, George, leave me be”…. “No, no, no….I did not risk my life last night for just leave you be….” Sir George shaking his head negatively and waving his finger at his friend “ now, spill everything..” demanded Sir George as he starred at his friend face, different some how, along paused, a soft smile curled up his lips, absently his tongue licking them, “ her hair is like silk, soft untangled and her lips….soft yielding….made a man want to sink between them and…” Sir Bradley’s voice faded on a groan, Sir George interrupt “ AHHHaaaa!!!, I knew it she is the fairest of them all and my dear Sir…I believe you have fallen ….” Sir Bradley giving his friend a doubtful look“Ay, yet my friend, she is vain and hadn’t a morsel of sense…” “So you found her to be distasteful?” Sir George teased his friend. “Does not matter, as long as you don’t have to be drunk to bed her…”Sir Bradley spun his heel, pulling on the waiting stallion, striding along toward the passage to the castle gate. “Distasteful?” He wishes to god that it were so, he wanted to drag her to the ground and making love to her like no tomorrow, he wanted to drop to his knees, bathe her feet in his kisses and swear to her his eternal love…he wanted to lock her away so no man but only him ever lay eyes on her again. Deep in thoughts, Sir Bradley resting his head against the horse, closing his tired eyes, he can see her, the angel and the garden, he had been bewitch.“ Well, then this new might not be the best to your ears….this morning, Lord James announce the first test,….it seems the tournament is to commence with the test of Chilvary”…Sir George announced, loud enough for everyone within ears can heard.“ chilvary?” Sir Bradley echoed, Sir George continued " yes, the Earl’s daughter, lady Croft open the tournament with a poem, her suitors are to engage in a brief contest of verse….", Sir Bradley dropped his hand to the ground," great, beside making fool of ourselves over his daughter, now he can also laugh at our intelligent as well." Sir George added " it’s seems the earl’s ploy to separate the civilized from any unschooled savages who might attempt to win his daughter". Sir Bradley rolled up his eyes " I should congratulate you first…you know I don’t have verses in me…and even if I do, I don’t want to make an ass of myself in front of …." Sir George cut in " Don’t be rash, I’ve got a plan, I will help you , give me your armor, I will write the verse for you….you must wait for all that being dismmissed …by the time it’s your turn, your chances are better than most…" Sir George winked at his friend, his confident and easy atitude drawed a smile on Sir Bradley lips " Very well, but if she dares to laugh at me, I won’t kill her…I’ll kill you..", he grapped his armor and gave it to his friend. The bell from the tower rung loudly, everyone prepared, knaves running like madness to make sure their lords well prepared. As they marched among the ranks of the English noblemen, most only knows him by reputation, more than a few stares, acknowledgements and mutters of “Earl William Pitt" the Giant bearded man towered head and shoulder over most of them. Sir Bradley graciously acknowledge a few familiar faces with a nod and a smile, one brave enough to shout out " good luck Earl William Pitt" …for them to meet him in the tournament alone is hurdle that not one here wants to face.,the crowd whispers and shout caught Sir Bradley attention to his far right, a group of extravagantly knights led by a hooded Lord jostled past Sir Bradley, sneering at him, …….Lord Baltimore, the new Lord Baltimore, Sir Steven Huva. Rumors has it that the original old Lord Baltimore, best and dearest friend to the old Earl William Pitt, had promised of his daughter’s hands in marriage to the Earl of William Pitt’s son along with Lord Baltimore’s entired estate and title. After the passing of Lord Baltimore, Lord Baltimore’s daughter, Lady Jennifer were to be wedded Sir Bradley but because of the old Earl’s foolish pride, Sir Steven Huva cheated the old Earl’s William Pitt and pursuaded Lady Jennifer to choose him to be her legal guardian with a promise that he will protect her land, title and most of all fame. Lady Jennifer, a foolish girl, announced her loyalty to Sir Steven and request Earl William Pitt to release her from the vowed. Sir George clapped a restrain hand on his friend’s shoulder, itching to caress his own sword, he needed to refrain Sir Bradley from his own temper. Bloodshed result in less than this, amused his friend better to save his hostility for the battlefield of the tournament where he could release it with honor for a worthy price. The Gats opened as if entry to all, Castle Croft unlike other castle, it’s more like a palace than a lord castle. There are 3 beautiful marble stone fire places, the walls were covered with expensive tapestry and painting , the floor covered with luxuriant Turkish rugs, treasure from Lord Croft conquest, gifts from admire adorned much of the hall, everyone was at awe at the elegant display. Sir George nudges him, “look like your own palace without much of the fancy display eh?"….chuckles softly, Sir Bradley sighed softly, most of his treasure are now in the hand of tax collectors and debtors, his father has seen to that, the extravagant life style and his own pride, betting off most of Sir Bradley heirloom. “Yes, Sir George, the palace, fitting altar for an angel". At the far end of the platform covered with fine silk draped, cover an empty seat. Sir Bradley listened to the announcement. “ Welcome, welcome all, please find your space and please all knaves have to be outside. Sir Bradley eyes around, his host’s identity was confirmed by a rousing cheer and stamping of feet. Stepping up on the platform, the Earl lifted his arm with a regal nod. “ many of you have traveled far and endured great hardship to accept my invitation this day, before we commence the competition, I wish to provide you with a vision of inspiration”….the excitement rippled through the crowd, whispered murmurs“ the Lady? He show us the lady”, Sir Bradley tried to relax, unclench his fist, but found he could not, he only prayed that he could stop himself from rushing up to shield her from the ravenous gazes of the other men. A tortured groan escaped him; Sir George shot him a wary look, his frown deepening as he spotted the beat of sweat inching down Sir Bradley’s brow. Lord Croft waited for the room to calm down, the hall fill up at least over 300 men, he hoped that with this first test, at least ½ will be out of contention. “ my beloved daughter has chosen to honor your noble endeavors in a poem”, the Earl’s voice seems lost when clapping and shouting from the suitors fill the castle hall, as Lord Croft took a seat, the hall was muted to a reverent hush. All the seat were fill, the wall now covered with banners, Sir Bradley absently slipped his hand across his mouth, a lullaby echoed in his pounding head. The Curtain parted a woman stepped into view, Sir George tugged Sir Bradley’s sleeve, his puzzled voice “forgive me for asking, but just how dark was it in that garden?”Lady Angelina mesmerized by the frosty glitter of his eyes, as she raced for the stairs without daring a single backward glance, had she done so, she might have seen the bearded man sink down on the bench in the moonlight, his massive body folding in on itself as if to protect his heart from a blow that had done mortal damages, the damages to his heart that is. Lady Angelina flown into the chamber as if she was pursued b some wild beast, ignoring her brother’s protested and questions, she had herded them from the room, even daring to slam the door in her brother’s face, “ MEN!!, faithless, miserable liar…the lot of them” Lady Angie groaned as she sank into the hot bath prepared by lady in waiting, Alexandra, “ Ye shouldn’t have run off like that, my lady, your brother almost called for the castle guard-tisn’t safe to rambling alone with all those men lurking about”…as she drew a soft sponge over Lady Angie’s shoulders.Remembering the naked desire she had glimpsed so briefly on the stranger’s face, Angie snorted bitterly “ you are so right, for it seems one woman will do as well as any other in the dark” she leaned her head back against the marble tube while Alexandra sponged her breasts and belly, as her eyes drifted shut, she was besieged by an unbidden vision of a the stranger entangled his strong arm around his “lady”….“ Lady indeed” she muttered beneath her breath, probably an affair, his wife doesn’t even know…”, Alexandra cast her mistress’s sullen face a puzzled look, “ who my lady? I prayed ye, what happened tonight?” continued to ignore her lady in waiting, Lady Angelina snatched the sponge from Alexandra’s hands and began to scrub at her lips” I might yet bestow my kisses on a stranger, but I will never bestow them on my husband to be, not willingly,” sensing Alex’s scrutiny, Angie sheepishly lowered the sponge, knowing her efforts were in vain, no matter how hard she scrubbed, the stranger’s taste still lingered, it was as if his kiss had invaded not only her mouth, but her soul as well. She wanted nothing so much as to throw her hands over her face and burst to tears. “ Men!”, Lady Angie sprang to a standing position, streaking water over the sides of the tub, “ those rogues care for nothing but sweetness of voice, fairness of face and bounteous breast, why does no one ever compliment me on my sharpness of my wit? Or my gentle manners?” she hurled the sponge at the far wall, she stormed out of the tub, Alex was in shock, she muttered “ come now, my lady, this is not an action of a “gentle” lady”, Lady Angie paused before a full length looking glass, turning this way and that to give her naked form a critical examination. She was stunning from every angle, as Alexandra timidly patted the droplets of moisture from her back, Lady Angelina wondered if there was anyway for her to out with both her brother and her father. If not, tonight would be the last night she would slip between her sheets naked and alone. She reached up to uncoil her hair “ why are men such horrid creatures?” she inquired. Alex’s replied innocently “ I can’t say, my lady, not a moment trouble have they given me” Lady Angie glanced once more at her reflection, a calculating smile burgeoning her lips. Alex grinned revealing a row of blackened stumps “ ye’d best earning a position in the castle girl, my papa always said, for only a blind man would take ye to be wife” she giggled, a girlish sound devoid of self-pity. “ he called me his little monster, he did, he said I can sit in the middle of the cabbage patch and frighten off wicket crow”…Alex dropped the towel with a startled shriek as Lady Angie enveloped her in a damps embraced, nearly lifting her off the floor, shouted out loud “ then your father was a fool, for I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world” Lady Angie pressed her smooth cheek to her lady in waiting mottled one, Alex looked at her Lady’s face with a drawing alarm, the spark of mischief in her mistress’s eyes, “ uhhhohhh…this could mean trouble, big ….trouble”.

((((((((((((Fanfic Alert)))))))disclaimer like other chapters…not true, fiction…blah blahChapter 5, part 3The JoustLady Angelina wiggled on the hard seat to avoid the rolls of cloth Alexandra had crafted to pad her skirt, her breast were beginning to hurt from being bound so tightly and the wig gave her an urge to scratch at her head. The midday sun beat down on her tender skin, she licked the sweat from her upper lip only to get a mouthful of the soot she used to darken her upper lip to resemble a shadow of a mustache.Most of the challengers had already fled, remaining were those Lords and Knights, whose stubbornness and reluctant to forfeit their honor to rumors of cowardice. They clustered at one end of the joust, making half-hearted gesture toward donning their armor. They were hoping that Lord Croft cancel the joust, this will ease everyone pride.A parade of curious villagers, peasants, children and servants emerged gathers at the spectator stand, their shrilled laughter was echoed by the more subtle giggles of the ladies seated with Lady Angelina, most of them are her cousins and friends, oh how they knew her so well.Baroness Rica Dupree of Normandy entered the private spectator area, gasped when she saw Lady Angie’s vision, Lady AG saw the exchange quickly she hurried toward the Baroness, intercepted her before the scheme exposed for all to see. Baroness Rica is Lady Angelina’s aunt, although she is only 10 years older, she is wises beyond her years, taking care of her dying sister’s and after her sister passed away, her sister’s children were her main responsibility, but since her marriage to Baron Dupree, her trip home is rare. The last time she was home was for Lady Angelina’s sweet 16 Birthday, that was almost 5 years ago, many things have change since then…She almost fainted when she saw her favorite niece appearance and by the look of Lord Croft, her brother-in-law, she knew there is something terribly wronged. The young lady seat next to her brother in-law can not be her beautiful niece. Baroness Rica was going to approach Lord Croft demand for an explanation when Lady AG stopped her. Lady Angelina saw her aunt Rica, a sinking feeling entered her, she wants so much to rush into her aunt’s arm and tell her everything, crying foul and put her heart on her sleeves, her aunt, who is not only love her deeply but had more often defended her against her father, but she can not do anything now, her pleading eyes gazing at her aunt, " oh please understand my predicaments, please AG, make her understand.." praying silently, telling herself to be calm, the ordeal is almost over. Lady Angie can only hope that after all this nonsense, her aunt will help her to calm her father. Lady AG and the Baroness immerse themselves in a deep conversation. Baroness Rica was still in shocked after hearing the whole story, she does not know if she should laughed or cried. Her lovely niece…Lady Rica briefly looked at her niece again, still in disbelief.Lady Rica scowled at Lady AG " you should’ve known better than let her talked you into this…, what are we going to do now?.."she needs a good spanking, I would say" Lady AG suggested eyeing Lady Angie, "…this is a disgrace to the Croft family…", in a disapproving voice Lady Rica continued " Oh, I have failed my sister, I have failed them both…", Lady AG gave Lady Angie a you will pay for this look, I’ve got scowled again because of you", Lady AG sulking " it’s not fair aunt Rica, why every time she did something, I always a part of blame…", "because…" Lady Rica interrupted " you are the oldest, the wise one, the one with common sense…you are the one that we don’t have to worry about…where is your mother? Does she knows about this?.." Lady AG frowned as she looked away, avoiding her aunt’s starred, with an innocent voice.. " mum…well…uh..mm, she is not here, she’s visiting grand father, he’s taking ill…", " well, lucky for her, to see Angie, it would have giving her a heart attack..", Lady Rica final words echoed in Lady AG’s head…" oh boy, heart attack?…a stroke more likely…and Angie, if you are getting away with this, I will personally gave you a smacking myself…" she muttered under her breath. Baroness Rica Dupree now searching for her brother in law, this is not over yet, she needs to see him before things getting out of hand.Lady in waiting Alexandra rushing back to her mistress’s chamber, she better cleaning up the chamber, throw away all evident of deceit, Lord Croft will have her head if he see them. As she hurried through the private hall, she hear several familiar voices coming from the library, curiously she peek in, hidden behind the thick curtain, the plot reveal. Lord Croft and Lord Baltimore with a young lady, she hasn’t seen before, she is fair, she has long blond hair and fine long oval dark skin face with fine cloths, but her chilly eyes, brought fear through Alexandra’s spine."…either way, you will have your daughter back, I will have my lands and the lady will get her title…all fair and well at the end…" Lord Baltimore continued. Lord Croft thoughtfully rethinking this deal, if he is not careful, he will loses everything to this man, treachery of a man, but desperate time thus for desperate measure. Sighs heavily Lord Croft replied " very well, as long as no one gets hurt, even though I’m not fond of the lad, I wish him no ill will,…", the young lady added "Lord Croft, don’t worried I know Sir Bradley well…" she smirked… " yes, I know him very well…as she sneered and throwing an empty goblet at her own lady in waiting.. "my cup is empty!..". Alexandra felt bad for the young girl, who practically ducked to avoid the goblet hitting her head." good, then we have a deal." Lord Baltimore cut in.What is it?…Lord Croft has found the way to save Lady Angie, oh goodness, that is good news…with great relief Alexandra sneak out of the library.The heralds took the field with trumpets in hand, Lady Angelina can not wait for this to be over with. She suspected she was about to get her wish, when not a single challenger accepted the invitation to battle, the joust will be over, she would be free to relieve to her chamber, but for now, Lady Angelina given no choice but to sit slumped miserably in her chair, shifted in vain attempt to relieve unpleasant tingle in her bottom.The heralds lifted the golden bells of the their trumpets, the sound trilled through the hazy air, everyone waiting for someone to approach, first they need a challenger, Lords and knights looked around and among each other, no one make a move.Sir George had ordered the knaves to pack up, they are ready to leave, he turned and searched for Sir Bradley, " where is he…if they leave now, they can catch up up to Sir Collins, he has taken the liberty to accept Sir Collins invitation’s to his castle for a feast, notorious for his drinking and elaborate parties with many fair maiden….Sir George lick his lips and gave a hardy swallow, he can taste the sweet wine and his loin is ready for a lady desire. He saw a shadow past him, turned around again, oh my lord, Sir Bradley is in his full armor, riding into the stadium, ready for the joust…. " no!, stop, what are you doing?"…chasing after Sir Bradley, holding the rein, forcing the horse to stop…looking up at his friend, questioning his motive…. " I’m going to win that chest of gold, George, I need it…" Sir Bradley responded. " no, no, no you don’t…I have the money….well, I can asked my father for you, you know he would do give you everything, he loves you like his own son…may be more come to think of it…" frown with a mischievous smile.." beside it’s not only the chest of gold you will bring home…don’t forget the l-a-d-y….what are you going to do with her?"…Sir Bradley did not replied, his face looks far away, struggling with his own feeling. Sir George is right, he wants to leave as well, but he can not leave her there like that, no one step up for her, the humiliation is far to great even for someone like her, no one, fair or not have to suffer that. The Lady honor depends on this joust. Sir George understood his friend’s feeling, an honorable man always suffered with his conscience.Lady Angelina did not know that her hands grip against the rail so forcefully that she can feel the pain rushed through her arm.No one?…not even all of her old suitors, in one hand she was glad that this joust will be over, but on the other hand, her pride and honor are grumbling in front of everyone, forgetting her hideous outlook.A lone rider appeared at the far end of the list-the tournament area. The warrior knight rode proudly with his full armor, rumors and noises from the crow begin to fill the forum, half hearted cheers and shout from several directions. He looked like a majestic figure on a horse. Lady Angelina was shocked, her bearded man, the knight in shiny armor will be her victor? She can not believe her eyes. As Sir Bradley rode past the Lord’s and Ladies boxes stand, Lady Angelina over heard gossip and bit of conversation from some of the ladies… "Ayes, William Pitt…so arrogant…" "His mother family is from Welch…little more than a savage…" one of the lady whispered loud enough for Lady Angie to hear "…his grandfather murdered his daughter-in-law…" gasped sound " no…I’ve heard he ate her…" " what horror deed..". An icy feeling of dread hardened in Angie’s chest, " Dear God, what manner of man had she provoked?"Sir Bradley approached Lady Angie seat, steadying his horse between his powerful thighs, he raised a gauntlet fist, displaying the length of his lance for her inspection, Lady Angelina wants to run and hide, but she paralyzed as she gazed at the thick staff until her eyes crossed, her father dug a less than paternal elbow in to her ribs “ As your champion, he wishes a tribute, have you no favor to offer him?” clenching his teeth as he spoke.Jumped to her feet, “ Ummmm…well” she shot a panic looked at her costume, knowing that if she pull out the wrong thing, the entire disguise was likely to unravel before everyone eyes. She reached beneath the skirt to peel of one of the stocking she’d borrow from her Lady in Waiting, Alexandra. Sensing his gazed, she quickly lowered her skirt to cover her slender ankles. Lady Angie tied a dingy, hole stocking around his lane in a pretty bow, fluttering her pruned lashes at him, she lowered her voice to a provocative croak …”uhggg…Fare thee well in the joust..sir, “….ummm, my heart….rides with you”, seat down, she smile at her flawless performance,His answering was muffed by the helm as he turn his horse around, he was slow in responding, and Lady Angie was sure that his gaze was looking else where, as if he was searching for his “lady”, is she here?, Lady Angie swiveled around, also searching, anyone that she does not know, an unfamiliar face?…then she saw her….sitting next to Lord Baltimore.The Earl’s marshal took the field “Challengers, take your places!”….Lord Croft stand up, holding his hand up “ Fight with honor gentlemen”.A roared of cheers and cried of excitement cover the stadium, as the first joust battle ready to begin.1st challenger: Lord Robert “billy” of ThortonHill, a fair weatherman with not much of a talent in fighting, but his friendship with Lord Croft, applied him to stay. He took up his lance and shield-waiting at one end…..they both charges…Sir Bradley lowered his lance and rode forward, but before he could come near, Sir Billy went bumbling over his horse, cheers and boos from the audience cried out…Sir Bradley hold his horse, puzzled by the incident, what happened?…he looked down at Lord Billy, who is now already on his feet, dusting off his armor and giving the sign of defeat.The Marshall gave Lord Croft a confusing look. He has no choice then to announce the next challenger;2nd challenger: , Sir John Miller of Mouthmore, his name has not being announce yet, he already launched himself off his horse before Sir Bradley could so much as walk his horse back to the starting point. The crowed were roared in laughter, this is bizarre…3rd challenger: well, we do not need to mention his name nor his title, since he fall off his horse before he was completely sit on the horse…Lady Angelina’s horror mounted as she realized that not a single one of her former admirers was willing to risk his neck to rescue her from Lord William Pitt. Lord Croft hesitated, as if he was waiting for someone,….silent whispered around the stadium, Lord Bradley moved to the winner circle when an imperious voices rang out “ stay where you are my Lord, I’m more than prepared to offer this lord a fair fight for the Lady’s hand”. A Cloak man, rode out from the edge of the crowds, he release his cloak, everyone gasps, Lord Baltimore.Lord Baltimore rode pass Lord Bradley headed toward Lady Angie. He bowed his head and lean forward, whispered to her ear only " My lady…you might have fooled these dumpheads with your mummery, but you can not fool me. After I best this half welsh *******, you shall have only the role of my bride to play and only the stage of my bed for your performance…" Lord Baltimore, kiss her hand, sending a chill boding down her spine. He turned to Lord Croft with a slight node, Lord Croft returned with the same jest. Lord Croft looks at his daughter’s frighten face, could he make a mistake?, the deal with the devil himself. Sir George walked to his friend " Well, well, Lord Baltimore, the snake in noble clothing…" , " This is my chance to revenge my father honor…" clenched his teeth, Sir Bradley replied." Be careful, he may be a weasel at heart but a good warrior he is as well, " Sir George shoot a short warning to his friend …" Bradley, watch out for underhanded weapons, never turn your back on him..",Sir Bradley nodded as he tighten his reins as both men rode around the list.The horn blow, both men drew their sword , face to face…., they circled each other like tigers, scenting blood of a fresh kill. Lord Bradley strikes first, but Lord Steven darted like quicksilver, both knight’s mighty swings their swords, their blades clashed, Sir Bradley took a blow to the helm, Lady Angie winced in pain, as the crowd cheers for Lord Baltimore, Lady Angie found herself scowled at them. Lord Baltimore pull out a small dagger wickedly slashed Sir Bradley’s thigh, under hand played, cried of foul played from several Lords as Sir Bradley almost stumbled to the ground, pulling his stallion away from the mighty blade of Sir Baltimore, striking down again and again, Lord Baltimore had the upper hand. Sir Bradley’ stallion turned his mighty head pushing Lord Baltimore’s horse out of it way, Lord Baltimore swung his sword at the head of the station, missing it by an inch, but his blade end slashed the mighty stallion ear, the horse roared in pain jumped up almost tossing Sir Bradley from the saddle, cried in terror from the crowd, cried of foul play from several Lords and Knights. It’s in the coat of honor, in the joust or in the battlefield, the beast, if possible, always to be spare from the faith of it owner. Blood drew from Sir Bradley’s horse, the beast recovered quickly from the wound, gallantly charging with it owner intact. Sir Bradley angered now ten fold, “ That was a mistake sir, to strike an innocent beast…” roared his voice silent the whole stadium, “…for that, you will pay dearly” with that fair warning, he charged like an enrage bull, his fierce charges gave Baltimore no choice but to squander his every move in retreat and his swing in defendant himself against the warrior’s relentless blows, Sir Bradley like a wild man, careless of his own safety, whacked Lord Baltimore several times on the top and the side of the helm, the blow probably will leave his ears ringing for days, the last blow to Lord Baltimore chest, causing him to have no choice but to fall backward, tumbled to the ground. Cheers swept through the stadium, Lady Angie jumped to her feet cheering wildly, realizing abruptly that her father was gaping at her. She sank sheepishly back down, covered her face with a small handkerchief.Sir Bradley jumped of his horse, he waited for his nemesis to stand up, he again swinging at Lord Baltimore with all his might, Lord Baltimore keep retreating, his shiny helm went sailing as he tripped over his own legs and felt back, his sword dropped from his hand, as Sir Bradley swung his sword toward the head of Lord Baltimore, lady Angie’s hands went up to her eyes, did not heard any scream of horror, peeped through between her fingers, she saw the tip of his sword to Lord Baltimore’s adam apple “ shall you yield sir?”, his steady voice lacked the scorn. After a moment of hesitation, Lord Baltimore lifted his hands, “ I Yield…I yield”. A single cheer from his friend, Sir George, follows by a roaring thunder of clapping from everyone, including Lord Croft. Sir George rushed to the field with several of knaves, they are now tending to the stallion, Sir Bradley dropped his sword, blood from his thighs dripping slowly on to the ground, he turned to the royal box, found a set of familiar eyes, Sir Bradley caught briefly a vision from his past, while searching for the vision of his future…Lady Jennifer, why is she here?, they were once a golden couple of England, the most famous couple of all the court balls, they were suppose to be married, until she find out that his father lost most of the land in debts, she asked him to relieve her from her promise, for he is no longer suitable for her. Lady Angie followed Sir Bradley’s gazed, so he founded her, the “ lady” that he supposed to meet in the garden, tears dropping down her checks, she does not know why this action of his affect her so much, misunderstood of her sadness, Lord Croft vowed that he will do everything in his power to save his daughter from this knight. A little girl scrambled out into the field, holding a single string of flowers, she run into his path and gave him a sweet smile, towering over her like a giant, he paused to accept the offering, ducking his head in a shy bow that coaxed a trill of delight from the child. He climbing the step of the stand heading toward her, Lady Angie eyes were fixed of his present, naked in the ugliness she had inflict upon herself, a breathless silence reigned over the stand, she forced herself to meet his gaze, then wishes she hadn’t, as he searched her eyes, a faint frown of bewilderment creased his brow, lady Angie quickly inclined her head, there had been nothing she or Lady AG could do to disguise the dark green hue of her eyes. He tight the string of flower into a lovely crown, softly he placed it on her head, as he dropped to one knee at her feet, bowed his shaggy head and bought her hand to his lips “ My Lady” he said, a simple word, a vow of forever after.continue….

((((((((((((((((FANFIC ALERT))))))))))Disclaimer/copyright: all fiction, all fake, nothing here is real…blah blah blahChapter 6-part 3The Goodbye“ Angie…” Sir George corrected absently, again “ you can’ t even remember her name, how can you think you can waking up each morning to that ….that …face..” he asked Sir Bradley, who is now lying on the comfortable goose down bed. He is tired and exhausted from the fight and pressure of the coming up nuptial, closing his eyes just briefly, a moment of peace, then he saw her again, the angel from the enchanted garden….was he dreaming? Or was he bewitched. A small knock at the door, Sir George open the door, a small woman entered the chamber, announcing that they are ready for him at the Garden. Sir Bradley stood up, straighten his clothes, taking a deep breath, “ I’m ready…” Sir George moved aside to let the small woman lead. Sir Bradley’s determined steps did not falter until they neared the entrance of the garden, a gate lead through the spot where he met her, the mysterious young maiden that stole his heart and soul. The sun slowly dipped behind a blanket of cloud, one last red bright flare before darkness taken over. “ Wonder why she’d have wanted to be wed at night…” muttered Sir George…” in the dark…”. Sir Bradley elbowed him, “ Hush yourself…tis hardly the girl’s fault she is ill favored….” They arrived at the giant Oak tree, the familiarity of the view, brought a slight warm to his heart. Earl Croft had mercifully banished all guest from the ceremony, only a small group of closest family members and friends, Lady AG holding a small bouquet of flowers, ready her role as Lady Angie’s maid of honor, wishing the occasion merrier. Baroness Rica take her place next to Lord Croft, she reached gently squeeze his hand, assured him that faith will be kind to Angie. Lord James gives instructions to several servants, as they rush to finish final details for the ceremony. Brother John was talking with Lady Angie when Sir Bradley and his friend walked in, in a simple yet elegant garment, Sir Bradley looked quiet pleasant despite his wild bear and unshapely hair. Sir George dressed in more formal wears, stands quietly beside Sir Bradley. Lady in Waiting, Alexandra did not depart, even though she has completing her errand, she stepped back behind a few rows of wooden benches, drawing out a kerchief to muffle her growing snifter. After a brief introduction, Sir Bradley dutifully took his place at his bride’s side, she looks out of sort, for the dress is either to big on the top or too small in the middle. The last sun ray peeped out from behind the cloud to illuminate her face, a dreadful feeling he had sunk deeper, as he had comforted himself with a secret hope that since he did not view fullness of her face, so may be she is not so bad as she seems to be. But now facing her, she was far uglier than he had imagined …. “Lady…” he tried again “Lady…” “Angie…” she gently reminded him, as she bowed in acknowledgment of his greeting. The priest clear his throat, “ the ceremony begin….” as the priest city the lord words, Lady Angie shyly ducked her head away from Lord Bradley, she caught the swing moving slight and remembering the kiss from a stranger. Sir Bradley also struggled to hide his tension, as he cast a wry glance downward, his eyes caught the oak tree, a vision of the mysterious beauty appeared in his head.“ Are you ready to recite your vows?.” the priest asked Lady Angie, snapped her out of her musings…Lady Angie recite her vows slowly, when came to Sir Bradley, “ My Lord, please repeat after me…I worship thee” “ I worship…thee” Sir Bradley repeated such as slowly like Lady Angie, his hands fidgeting with his shirt collar, “ …with all my heart..” the priest continued. “ …with all my …my…” the priest scowled at his slowness, Sir George poked him in the back, he clear his throat and tried again, remind himself that he owed this woman his life. “ I worship thee with all my heart….his hesitance shamed him, if he could not find affection for this woman, he could at least summons a measure of compassion for her.Sir George has not see her up close until now, some malicious soul had obviously considered it a fine jest to spread rumors of her beauty throughout the land and fooling everyone, a brief of amusement appeared on his lips, never have faith in word of any men about the fair maiden again. He glance outward, looking across, a vision caught his eyes, a fair lady, standing 2 steps lower than Lady Angie, holding a small bouquet of flowers, could it be her cousin or someone special?, as if she knew what he was thinking, their eyes meet, a lovely smile across her face as he bowed in acceptance. Shyly she looked away. Lady AG heart was racing, Sir George smile at her?…she summons all courage to look at him again, and again his piercing grayish eyes, still looked at her, nervously she dropped the bouquet, a slight gasp from the bench below, quickly Lady AG knee down and pick up the bouquet. At his prolonged silence, Lady Angie lifted her head transfixing him with her gaze. She might have the lashes look of a rabbit, but there was no denying the girl had lovely eyes, a surge of protectiveness came over him, he gently gathered her hands in his, gaze deep into those eyes or the eye, and said “ …I worship thee with my….body…”. Sir Bradley’s husky promise with is possessive touch sent a jolt of silken lightning through Lady Angie. A rush of dismay followed, he sound so sincere, may be Alexandra is right about him, beauty might not be his search, but may be something more deeper-her soul, oh what she had yearned for, a man that look beyond the vanity.The priest said with a slight smirk “ …..you may honor your bride with a kiss”, as if to test Sir Bradley intention. Sir Bradley caught Brother John a glare of dare, so he leaned down, closing his eyes, when his lips were still a few inches from her face, Lady Angie was terrified that her lips would betray her by melting beneath his persuasion lips, but his lips brushed her brow and a slight pocks on her forehead. She bobbed a bumbling curtsy “ You do me honor, ….sir”. “ I’m your husband now, you may call me Bradley and I shall call you….uh..”, his expression was grave, she quickly help him again “ …you may call me Angie”, he turned to her father, Lord Croft already approached Sir Bradley with open arm, both men gave each other a lukewarm hug and lead each other out of ear way to discuss the dispensation of her dowry. Tears of joy or tears of doom, Lady Angie can not tell, for her own tears fail to fall, numb from the event, she founded her feet unsteady, gladly that a stone bench was behind her. Lady Angie seat back, lifting her wedding gown spread into a clustered of garment. One by one, her relatives and friends came up to her, giving words of encouragement and words of goodbye. Lady AG broke into tears, sobbing quietly as she hug her dearest friend/sister-they will be parted and each does not know when they will be seeing each other again, since her own faith will also be likely the same not far long in time. Baroness Rica announced with a slight merry in her voice “ Well, lets us feast and drink to the new couple….come…” leading the way, she walked by her niece, waited for Lady Angie to compose herself, with a smile of approval, hand in hand, they lead the wedding party into the castle wall, where the music already start and drink already pour. The sun rise too soon for Lady Angie, she could not sleep all night, and was grateful that she was allowed to sleep in her own chamber alone for the last time. Already the castle beaming with activities, a convoy of horses, carriages prepared ready to go. Lady Angie tried to talk her husband to allow her bring some of her belonging, her wardrobe, her armoire, her favorite chair… “ No, no, no.. we don’t have the man powered to take all that, beside my own furniture will do fine.”, but he had give in to allow her to bring Alexandra with her. At least a familiar face in an unfamiliar place will ease her loneliness she sure she will be. Sir Bradley instructed the knaves to replace the 4 large carriages with the 2 small ones, his said large carriage will slow down the trip, and some part of the journey may not be suitable for big carriages. Lady Angie once again in her costume, she was hoping with a private carriage she will be able to get out of her costume. “ I shall require my own private carriage” she announced, “ I fear that will be impossible” he patiently explained, “ the road will be to treacherous for a large carriages, if something happened, it’s easier for us to escaped by horses…” Angie refused to give up, “ …How would you have me travel then?”, she asked enunciating each word precisely, as if addressing a child. “ on horse back of course” he replied echoing her condescending tone. Lady Angie cast the horse a dubious look, she forced a disdainful sniff “ I do not ride”. Sir Bradley folded his arm over his chest, two can play this game, “ …then you may ride with…ME”. an amusing look on his face, Lady Angie quickly response “ I shall learn.”, she walked away from him, ignoring the crooked smirk on his face. She was furious, she loss at this round, but he shall see. The prospect of spending hours cuddled against her husband’s imposing chest, of feeling his sweet breath tease her naked nape or being forcedTo embrace him from behind while the sensitive peak of her poor, tortured breast strained against their bindings, such proximity would make an impossible to sustain her disguise or her virtue. Lady Angie approached the mare, with confident, she stretched out a hand toward the reins “ nice horsie…nice horsie” a snort came from Sir George as he walked by, she gave him a glanced, he quickly look down and rushed away. Smile at herself to be so silly, as she seized the reins, the horse tossed its mane, took a few steps away from her, hindered by her cumbersome skirts, Angie stumbled after it, refusing to surrender her hard-worn grip, an un lady like grunt escaped her as she grabbed the leather pommel and sought to heave herself into the saddle. She threw herself headlong over the horse back, she feel her body slippery down- a strong hands that closed around her waist, lifting her until she perched sideways on the saddle. As those hands lingered against the relative slenderness of her waist, Sir Bradley frowned up at her, his eyes narrowed “ you’re lighter than you look my lady, no heavier than a feather, tried to scrambling away from his touch, she replied “ Because of your superior strength that makes it seems so, sir” . Sir Bradley looked less convinced by her flattery, but she was glad he leave her without a word. Aunt Rica gave Lady Angie a small jewelry box, advice her to keep it by her side and only open it when she arrived at her new home, with a promise she will visit her when her first child born. But the Baroness last words, haunted Lady Angie mind for the rest of the trip,“ You must reveal your true self to him alone, for his honor as your husband, before the world know- it’s only just.”, tears flow freely down both ladies faces. With the most gentle hugs, the Baroness lets go the little girl and welcome a young woman in her eyes.Lord James kissed his sister on the cheek, holding both her hands, blinked away the tears, he wished her happiness “ be merry my dearest sister, it seems the faith that you’ve tried so hard to avoid had catching up with you…” Lady AG was too distraught to say anything, but they had already said all that need to be said last night, both ladies looked at each other, their eyes promises of a reunion soon.Lord Croft approached to bid her farewell, he pressed his mouth to her cheek and whispered to her ear “ just be yourself…” chocked up with the most gentle voice and his familiar twinkle in his misty eyes he lets her go, tear streaming down her cheeks, hoping this will not be her last time seeing her father.The final goodbye to everyone is done, Lady Angie moved her mare next to her husband, ride side by side him as they leading the convoy out of the castle gate, Lady Angelina looking back one more time, whispered a soft word of goodbye.Continue…

(((((((((Fanfic Alert))))))))Disclaimer/fiction copyright…all fake…like beforeChapter 7The JourneyLady Angie was so accustomed to being comfortable in her own carriage that after several hours of riding, she founded herself slackened back toward the end of the convoy, her husband and Sir George are engaged in a deep conversation, they are either ignoring her or forgetting that she was there in the first placeLady Angie feels a slight freedom of riding alone, no one was looking at her, she smiles to herself, of course not, the sight of her could give them nightmare. She looked around one more time, to be sure no one is looking, she pulled loose some of the binding from her breast, loosing it enough to release her from the increasing discomfort. “ Lady Angie breathed out in relief, if only she can take off everything, as she scratching her head she looked up, caught the eyes of her lady in waiting. Alexandra starring at her Mistress, sitting in the rear of the small carriage, she saw what Lady Angie was trying to do, she waved discreetly at her mistress, gesturing… “ don’t, oh don’t do my lady, aye….” her eyes eyeing around to make sure no one notice. “ you will get us kill for sure…” ignoring Alexandra’s plead, Lady Angie tugged her fingers underneath the wig, smile wickedly at her lady in waiting, amused at the terrifying look of her face. As the sun sank and the moon rose, lady Angie’s exhaustion grew, the tingling of her bunds had long ago subsided to numbness. Her bounced breast ached with every movement of the mare, yet her husband showed no sign of halting their party for the night. She slumped over the pommel, holding her reins tightly, unable to summon even little strength to care if she tumbled off. Sir Bradley demanded that if she can not ride next to him, at least she is to be behind him, not far back, it will be too dangerous at night, she could get lost and left behind. Sir George muttered “ …Good God Bradley, are we going to ride all night?” her husband’s answer was so slow that inaudible for her to listen in. “ …best to throw up her skirts and have done with it…all women…the same in the dark” Sir George’s grim statement should have caused Lad Angie alarm, but she was to weary to care, that is when she heard her husband replied “ that’s where you’re wrong, I know at least one woman I would never mistake for another, NOT in a thousand years, not even if I was blind” Lady Angie sighed, the deep hunger in her husband’s voice stirring her own melancholy…as she nodded her way back into a restless sleep, she felt a pang of envy for a woman lay claim to her husband’s heart.Sir Bradley gave a rueful smile as he gazed at his sleeping bride, she had not utter a word of complaint, seeing her slumping body over the pommel, a combination of admiration and guilt assailed him. She had warned him that she did not ride, yet sheer determination had kept her seated during the rough road he’d forced upon them all. He decided to call halt, they will break camp, grateful of his decision Sir George quickly organized the servants to set up tent and fire. He reached up to pry her stiff fingers from the reins, as he drew her limp body from the saddle, too weak and tired to protest, she let him carried her. Sir Bradley hold her gently off the horse, marveling once again at her light weight, the spongy width of her hips and bottom did not encumber him as it should have . He started to move, she nuzzled her cheek into the hollow beneath his chin, Sir Bradley feel the warm from her body transfer to him….suddenly out of no where, Lady in waiting jumped in front of him , stopped him at his track… “what are you doing woman…are you mad?”…demanding, he scowled at her. Alexandra convinced that if Lord Bradley bedded her mistress tonight, he will surely discovered their trickery, he would behead them and leave their body rotting in the forest. With a very nervous voice, she sums up all her courage “ Good eve, Sir…I’ve come to take care my mistress…” Sir Bradley nodded down at the cozy bundle in his arm… “ as you can see, your Lady is quite comfortable as she is…” he continued forward, forcing Alexandra to scramble out of his way. Alexandra walked in a slower pace behind him, hoping that her mistress will snap out of her sleepy state and help them out of this alarming situation, just before reaching the tent, he turned and said softly “ Don’t trouble yourself tonight…I’m her husband now…I’ll give her all the comfort she requires…” he ducked into the tent leaving Alexandra in shock outside. She scrambled back to her own tent, thinking for sure, they will punish harshly. She has to pray all night if she has to, expecting any moment now, guard will come for her.Sir Bradley entered the tent to find that Sir George had instructed the servant to transform the modest tent into an elegant oasis fit for a sultan, dam him and his romantic soul. Two romantic candles light lit at both corner of the tent, giving enough light for him to see comfortably but just short of illuminating the makeshift bed. Sir Bradley wryly suspected Sir George had created the effect less to achieve an air of romance than to spare him the sight of his naked bride. As he knelt to lay her down on a soft layer of goose down silk sheet, he nearly groaned to discover his friend had gone to the trouble of scattering petals of wild flowers across the floor and the bed spread. Their aroma mocked him, his heart had know little peace since the chance encounter of the beauty in the garden. Sitting himself away from his wife, his mind wondering, had she been the woman in his arm this night, he would have called a halt to their journey several hours ago and loved her for the first time while the setting sun rays teasing the tent walls, he would have plucked the fragile petals of flower from her sweat-damped skin with his teeth, tasting and caressing every succulent inch of flesh beneath, he would have captured her breathless cries of pleasure with his mouth, muffed them with his tongue. He would have wedged himself within her virgin’s body, thrusting deep and hard until he coaxed from her beautiful lips…Sir Bradley bit off a savage groaned, trying hard to control the demanding throb of his arousal…he lean over to cover his wife with a soft silken blanket as his wife gave out a drowsy sigh of contentment, her lips parted slightly, puzzled Sir Bradley leaned forward sniffing the air, how was that her breath could be so sweet when her teeth were so foul?, he ran his tongue over his lips, wondering if he should kiss her. continue…

Estelle, pls… plss… continue tonight…. can’t wait to see what happens next!

Estelle, pls have mercy on us, don’t make us wait long for the next installment pretty pretty please with whatever you want on top.

# 134 | Estelle …..you are making us sweat ha??? lol….kiss her! kiss her! as # 135 | COLD HARD MATH said….great update Estelle….sir bradley is a real gentleman…..i was laughing with the scene where lady AG is sizing up sir george….and when she got caught….lol…they are flirting w/ each other….thanks Estelle…and with the others already said…please don’t keep us waiting…update soon!!

(((((((((((((((Fanfic Alert))))))))))disclaimer/copyright to all fake stuff…blah, blah…like before.Chapter 7The Journey-Part 2Lady Angie opened her eyes, blinking several times to clear the fake eyes brows sticking on top of her eyes lashes. Her body aches with pain that she had never known before, stressing her arms outward, she founded her hand hit his face, shockingly she sat up and looked around, where am I?…and then she saw him laying there, instantly she moved away from him, sitting herself up farther. She had been sleeping beside her husband all night?, with an alarm thought, she reach through her body, everything is in tact, a great wash of relief over her. Her husband’s eyes were pressed shut, she saw his unguarded face, uneven coarse bristles of his mustaches seemed to soften with the breathing motion coming out from his mouth. She fought an imprudent urge to reach up and touch him. An anguish groan escaped him as he moved slightly, as if he suffered from mortal pain. Lady Angie fought her fear, ignoring the closeness of their body, she tugged his sleeve, daring to use his name for the first time “ Bradley? Are you ill? ….does your wound pain you?”…his eyes opened, Sir Bradley looked at the woman next to him. As if he sensing the awkwardness, he sitting himself up and moving his body away from her. His face shuttered in pain as the wound in his thigh gave him much discomfort. Lady Angie quickly jumped off the bed searched for her private bag, she founded them place neatly in the corner of the tent. She founded a wash bowel, a jar with fresh water place nearby a small stand, quietly pour some of the water into the bowel, taking out a small bottle of powder, she pour some of the power into the bowel, stirred the water with her hand, she quickly dipped a clean wash cloth into the liquid., soft smell of medicinal herbs escaped into the air. Lady Angie finally have a clearer look of her surrounding, the dying candles light, the flower petals on the floor…was she supposed to be awake for her wedding night? Pleasantly surprise, a slight smile on her lips, so her husband does have a romantic side in him. She took the wash cloth that already soaked up all the liquid toward Sir Bradley. Her eyes caught his disbelief starred. She hesitated to come near him. Sir Bradley surprised at her fluentness and light step, her movements does not match her body nor her common face, watching her from afar, nodding his head, signaled her to proceed, Lady Angie moved to her husband side, he lay back down on to the bed, moving his body out from underneath the soft silk sheet. A slight gasp coming out from Lady Angie’s mouth, she was in shocked at the site of her husband body. Apparently, he has only a small unit of tunic cover his manhood, nothing else, his body stripped to almost bare, she has never seen a man body like this before, his muscular tone legs and thighs, his lean stomach, his powerful shoulders and almost hairless chest would gave other men an inferior complex. Lady Angie’s eyes and mouth opened wide, her whole body tremble in a strange arousal, swallow hard as she placed the cloth on his wound, her hand accidentally brush his manliness, quickly she snatched her hand back hidden them behind her, as if Eve had touching the forbidden apple. Lady Angie forces herself to move away and yet her eyes betraying her own movement, still starring at the marvel sight, she has never comes close to any man like this before. A barely naked man, with a body like godlike, Lady Angie did not realized she was holding her breath until a feeling of dizziness overcome her, she lets out a loud breath. She does not know how long she was sitting there, but her long silent some how woke her husband, slowly sit up from the bed, his wary eyes searching for her. When he saw her sitting on the floor out of breath, amused by her look of panic. He reached for his pant and put it on, still bare chest, he approached her softly, looking down at her, he spoke finally “ As seems you have presented yourself under a false pretense, my lady..” paused briefly, with a softer voice still “ …for I also..” but before he could finished, Lady Angie snatched at his leg, frantic words gushed from her “ It was never my intention to deceive you, Sir….truly it was ….not….truly it was not…” she turned her pleading face to his hoping she can catch a gleam of mercy. “ punish me if you must, but please, I beg you to spare my lady in waiting, allowed her to return to my father’s house in peace…for she is too fragile to endure the beating…” she continued without stopping “ my aunt told me to tell you, but I was hoping I can have some more time to …found the right words to tell you…” Sir Bradley tried to disengage his wife’s grip, he gave his leg a shake, but still she clung, “ What on earth are you babbling about, woman?” he demanded, he lurched away from her, forcing her to release him or to be dragged across the tent floor. Lady Angie pooped to a kneeling position “ Babbling? Was I babbling?” looking at his puzzling face, Lady Angie sensing she might confess more than she should have. “ Why thee tell, I must punish you both?….did ye sin against me?…” he pressed. Lady Angie quickly replied “ sins? My sins?..” innocently she asked “ oh! We were discussing YOUR sins,…” giving her best winsome grind. Sir Bradley scowled at her, when she grinned like that, she was so ugly, she was almost comely. “ What? My sins?…you are confusing me, woman….first you babbling about forgiveness and deceit…now it’s my sin!”. By this time, Lady Angie has already composed the situation, she spoke with firmness in her voice “ yes, which sin might you be atoning for this day sir?…shall I hazard a guess?…you do not truly fancy me, you sought to win me for my dowry.” her half hearted laughter surprised him. Sir Bradley shove back the tent flap, gazing into the barely lit sky, the sun has yet to awake the world, he sighed heavily unable to face her. “ You are right…I have done you wronged my lady…” Lady Angie asked softly “ was it the love you have for someone else?…” eyeing her husband statuette profile, given her temporarily urge of passionate yearning. His muscular hard body amazed her, his body is much younger than his face, his buttock snapped her back into an impure thought. She forced herself to look away, closing her eyes shut and absently she places both hands cover her face. Her husband unemotional voice “ Yes, I made my vows to you when my heart ….my heart was already pledge to another…”testing his character, she boldly said “ Perhaps you are unfamiliar with the custom or rule of married men, for them to discard the numerous pledges of devotion to their wife and into the arm of their mistress were commonly known…” Lady Angie pressed “ If you were married to your beloved , than what would be the thrill in chasing affection of another?” her voice rose in distaste. Sir Bradley slowly turned his face toward her. “ forgive me, my lady” he said hoarsely “ but I’m not other men…I’m not the sort of man to lay with one woman while thinking of another…” with that said, he grab the rest of his garments and ducked into the very early morning light from the horizon, leaving his wife in shocked of disbelief. Lady Angie fell back on the bed, she threw herself to her stomach, her husband confession should have release her of fears and yet she feels a moment of sadness. Gazing outside, the night cool air lingering, she closed her eyes dreaming of home. “ Lady Angie! Lady Angie!” a piercing shriek from Alexandra shot Lady Angie straight up, leaping off the bed, she thought something is terrible happened to her lady in waiting….continued…

This is my first time reading this story, I really like it. Please update soon. Great period piece.

# 145 | angelah-LOL, I was thinking about the kiss, but I decided against it, since she is still undercover…but don’t worry, the next chapter -the revelation, will have more than just a kiss….Thanks ladies, glad you are all enjoying this.

I loved the story.I can not wait to read the next one.

(((((((((((((((((fanficAlert))))))))))Disclaimer/copyright/fiction 100%, all fake nothing is realChapter 7 -part 3The Journey“ Lady Angie! Lady Angie!” a piercing shriek from Alexandra shot Lady Angie straight up, leaping off the bed, she thought something is terrible happened to her lady in waiting…. “ What ! What, are you alright?” concerned Lady Angie looking at the frantic Lady in Waiting. “….sorry my lady, I saw…..I saw…Lord Bradley storming out of the tent with barely any clothes on and…..holding his sword….and I thought…oh dear god, he bedded her….and …and …he killed her…” her voice trail off to a lower tone, still trying to catch her breath, explain her reaction. Lady Angie sit down at the edge of the bed, shook her head “ nothing happened…he was a perfect gentlemen…” whispered to herself “ …nothing will ever happen, I can assure you that…” Lady in waiting, Alexandra stood in puzzlement, “ nothing? Why?”…Lady Angie put both hands to her face and cried out “ Oh Alex, look at me….I don’t know if I can bear another day…”Alex gathers a new dress for her mistress, and proceed in helping Lady Angie to change. Taking off her bonding, Lady Angie caressing her breasts, her breasts now so sore and numb from the binding that it was painful at a slightest touch, “ Ouch.." Lady Angie whispered loudly, Alex’s simply said “ well, if ye removed the bandage and let the rest of ye all tucked out and I’ll vow that husband of ye won’t leave ye to sleep alone another night…” smile she added “ he won’t be leaving the bedroom at all….” Lady Angie shook her head at Alex’s last remark.A momen later, from outside the tent, a masculine throat cleared… “ If you care to eat while we take down the tent….my…lady, you’d best finish….uh…we need to leave before the sun get too high…” Sir Bradley waited for a replied, Lady Angie ignored him, as Alex helping her fixing the new costume. Sir Bradley’s voice with exaggerated patience “ my Lady?..”“ coming my Lord..” Lady Angie replied in a croakily voiceA few minutes later, they both exiting the tent, as Lady in Waiting instruct the knaves to pack up, Lady Angie approaching the large cloth place neatly on the ground, on top a beautiful setting of feast: bread, cheese, sweet butter, fruit, roasted hare, cold meat pie, warm goat milk, she forgot how hungry she was, since she did not have any dinner last night, her mouth water as she find a soft pillow to seat on. “Did you mention of food sir? I’m ravenous.” … “I’m sure you are, my lady…” Sir George already finishing his meal, drinking his last drop of wine, he moved over for Alexandra to get the food for her mistress. Alex put a cold pie and a piece of fruit on her mistress’s plate, already plenty more than her usual breakfast meal, “ I fear perhaps you were trying to starve me…” Lady Angie reached out put another 2 pies on her plate, 2 pieces of bread, some cheese and pulls half of the roasted hare on to her plate. Alex was about to protest when Lady Angie said “I will serve myself today, you may go and eat your own breakfast. Hesitate but obeying her mistress, Alex took some foods for herself and leave Lady Angie sitting with Sir George. Sir George amusement increase when he saw Lady Angie’s plate of food…she has enough to feed the whole family of 4. “ Aye milady, you should be grateful for your husband considerate gesture…he was looking out for your….urhhh…lovely lady figure…” Chuckles Sir George pour himself more wine, Lady Angie took a bite of the delicious pie, without skipping a bead, she replied “ Ah, but wasn’t my figure that I believed Sir Bradley willing to fought for…” her sharp tongue surprise both Sir George and Sir Bradley, who was leaning against the tree. Sir Bradley saw his friend nodded in defeat, a sudden feeling of pride elude him, she has quick wit , only if her looks is not so repulsive for him to look at. Sir George walked over to his friend as they both glumly watching her. Lady Angie smile in triumph, she’ll show them, knowing that they are watching her eating, she sat o a pillow, her knees spread wide so that her skirt might catch any morsel that escaped her mouth, she began to devour everything on her plate, the hare Sir George had shot and roasted had long been reduced to a pathetic skeleton. Sir Bradley titled his head in reluctant fascination as he watched her eat, he gaze was drawn to her puckered lips as she sucked the grease from each fingers in turn with mesmerizing thoroughness. “ Good God..” Sir George said, “ I’ve never seen a lady eat like that before…..she eats like a horse…” Sir Bradley smiled “ I feared she was going to eat my horse…we better hurried to reach home before night fall or we’d all starve…” “ or be eaten..” Sir George muttered teasingly. Both men laughed.Lady Angie had never eaten so much food in her life, the feast before her now reduces to a few morsel, she was so stuff that a brief panic setting in her, what if she’ll died of over eating…feeling sick she signal her lady in waiting. Alex’s eyes were never left her mistress, my lord, look at her eating, well I’ll be….she will surely fit into that over size dress of her if she keeping this up. Helping her mistress getting up, Alexandra almost fall off her feet. Lady Angie walked very very slowly to her waiting horse, winks in realization “ Dam, I can never get on this horse, I’ve must have gain 30 lbs in one setting" , poor creature as if the mare sensing her hesitation, the horse back away from her. After several attempt, Lady Angie gave up trying, she told Alex that she will trade places with her, the thought of sitting in the back of the carriage, in a small tight space with her over size dress with extra padding, she sighed in dismay, it will be another long day for her.Once their journey got underway, Lady Angie constipating another scheme to get her out of this situation sooner. After traveling only a few leagues, Sir Bradley suspect that his bride has been replaced by a oversize child- when she wasn’t complaining about the heat she was demanding they stop for another meal, or drink of water or many moment of privacy in the bushes, when she wasn’t eating, she was complaining about the dryness of the land, the bumpiness of the terrain or the narrow road way, her incessant whiny not only was setting Sir Bradley’s teeth on edge but was raising everyone else’s temper as well, after her 5th times rendition of “ how much farther have we to travel?”, the entire party, including her lady in waiting, Alexandra swiveled in their saddles and shrieked “ At night fall!!”…amused she gave her last words “ Fine, fine, fine, I will not asked again…”Everyone in unison “ Thank God!!!” no one see a small smirk of satisfaction on her lips, her plan of driving her husband out of his mind, enough for him to send her home.As they wended their way up a steep rocky hillside, Sir George drew his mount alongside Sir Bradley “ quiet a little tyrant, isn’t she tis no mystery now why her sought to rid himself of her company…” he added “ you should ride straight back and demand for more gold” Sir Bradley turned with a light hearted replied “ perhaps it was not her fault, her father probably spoiled her and created a brat of a child” “aye, an ugly brat” Sir George rolled his eyes and nodded slightly. Sighed heavily, Sir Bradley looked at Lady Angie, who is now eating again on something, frowned he said with a hopeful voice “ may be maturity will mellow her temper…” chuckles out loud Sir George shook his head negatively “ ….right, if you don’t strangle her first…” they both laughed, but their merry were short when an awful off tune sound “ Sir Bradley…Sir Bradley, I say are we nearing the end of our journey yet? T’will be night soon and I’m growing quite faint with hunger…” lady Angie’s complaint again. At the sound of the grouchy voice, Sir Bradley’s tightened to a wince “ perhaps I spoke prematurely…” “ Good lord man, can’t you make her stop?” Sir George groaned, as Sir Bradley silently proceed to the path ahead. He has to do something, but what?…continue…