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« Reply #195 on: October 05, 2007, 10:46:53 PM »

Christian took the linnen offered to him by Simonne, and looked at it quizzically.  He ate slowly as he listened to Simonne's answer. She is most wise, he thought. Feeling a bit like a child, he acknowledged her. "Yes, your are right m'lady. Baltizar should be named, even if I am angry with him. You stated that he and you have a history? May I inquire what that would be? I did not know you knew him? Those creatures you spoke of in my dungeon, may be less dangerous than some of the men you are about to meet.  But Farrel has ridden the dungeon of those beasts, perhaps you and I can rid ourselves of the beasts in my city?  I am glad that you approve of my plans. As soon as I call for the meeting, you will have some time for the Castle's seamstress to make you more suitable clothing for my Counselor, not that your clothing is unfit, it is just that there are certain proprieties that must be kept and one of those is the attire of my Counselor," Christian said with a wink and a smile, "You can wear whatever you like when you are doctoring me, even when I do not need it anymore..." He chuckled.
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« Reply #196 on: October 11, 2007, 11:14:07 PM »

Liquid amber eyes parted slowly as Morghan awoke. How long had she been asleep? She heard Christian and Simonne talking so she did not quickly get up, instead she listened for a few fleeting moments before tilting her head to look to the blanket covering her bare form. The hot sting of realization that all she had on was that blanket burned into her flesh but what was she going to do about it now? Morghan remained laying there for a few moments... thinking about Thomas and then Farrel before pushing herself up onto her right elbow slowly, keeping her eyes to the fire as she stretched out an arm and grabbed her dress before standing. As she stood she held the blanket tight to her body, keeping herself covered up as best as she could.

She turned her eyes to Christian and Simonne and smiled weakly, she felt very... very odd. She headed to the changing curtain, holding the blanket tightly and slipped behind its protective barrier. Morghan slid into the dress in silence, letting the blanket fall to the ground at her feet. She then ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten and untangle it before she stepped out from behind the curtain.

She obviously had nothing to say, and instead bit her lip idly as she looked to the ground, dragging her toe over the cool floor. She lifted her eyes to Simonne and Christian, obviously hoping for some sort of instruction of what was expected of her this day, now that everyone seemed well enough.

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Sammy groomed her wet fur quietly, stopped by Simonne's administrations to her wounds. The wolf was getting quiet annoyed with the bandages and while Christian and Simonne were talking the wolf took it upon herself to slip behind Christian's bed, hidden from view.

She curled up and began gnawing at the bandages around her chest, attempting to get the intrusive thing off her. She made easy work of Simonne's fresh bandages, sharp teeth slicing through the material with little more than a few bites and when she was done she stood and shook off.

Meat and Cheese...

The scent filled her ebony nostrils and she looked over the bed towards Christian. She barked loudly and jumped up onto the bed, bounding over it and coming to a stop right before him. She dropped her hind end to the ground quickly and offered a paw... begging, without care.
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« Reply #197 on: October 15, 2007, 01:00:50 AM »

"I thank you for your kind offer, Simonne," Christian said and then he chuckled, "I guess a man always needs a good woman to help him out of his river. I think Petrie needs one," he said giving Simonne a wink.


Christian was first to notice Nichole waking up as Simonne's back was to her. He watched, without watching, as she stole her dress from its place, stood up wrapped in the blanket he had thrown over her and then went and got dressed. She came out shortly; showing signs that she tried to make herself presentable and also not knowing what to do.

Suddenly Sammy, gave a bark and bounded on the bed and over it and sat down begging.  Christian was startled at first, and then he laughed; a big booming laugh. "Sammy, hungry?" He asked. He speared a piece of meat and threw to her, she promptly caught it in mid-air and with two gulps had it down and was begging for more. Christian laughed again, and threw another piece of meat her way.

Christian looked at Simonne, "I think our sleeping beauty is awake and a bit unsure of herself."  He rose and set a chair next to the table. "Here, sit. Have something to eat," he said to Nichole.

He went and returned to his place, watching Nichole. "After you have eaten you and Lady Simonne will be escorted to the castle's seamstress and she will make you some clothes," He said to her. "You would like some new dresses, yes?" He asked her.

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« Reply #198 on: October 18, 2007, 09:23:18 PM »

Simonne hunched her shoulders for a moment, then relaxed again and chuckled. "I guess I'll need some new clothes to go with that function." She watched the girl for a moment. "I trust you slept well, Nichole." she said in a friendly manner. Then she stood up and stretched her legs. She moved closer to the fire, even though it wasn't really cold in the room. She felt cold, still a result of the fever that had only a short while ago released its grip.

Her body had the feeling it had been sitting in that chair for ages. She even needed her cane for the first few steps, until some of the strength returned in her legs. After that, she stretched the rest of her body, which gave a really good feeling. Her muscles tintled a little, as if they were only now coming back to life after the night's sleep.
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« Reply #199 on: October 20, 2007, 01:47:07 AM »

Christian finished eating, he had been watching Simonne and Nichole. "Ladies, I must bathe and change my clothes. I think my room should be finished by now. I am going to it. In the meantime I leave you to bathe and I will send Ursulla to you. She is our best seamstress. I am sure you and her can figure out what you should wear and she will make them."

He rose. "Coming Sammy?" He asked, She gave a small bark, wagged her tail and followed him to, and out the door, as he closed it behind him and made his way to his room.

As he entered the glazier was just putting on the finishing touches of the window and a roaring fire was in the two fireplaces that were in his room making it quite comfortable. Christian walked over to the window and inspected it, the glazier looking expectantly. "Very nice job. A few extra sans will be given to you."

"Thank you, M'lord," the glazier happily said.

"You may leave now," Christian replied.

"Yes, M'lord," the glazier said as he picked up his tools and left.

Christian was alone in his room.  He breathed a deep sigh, and a twinge of pain shot through his shoulder, reminding him that he was not completely healed. He shook off the pain and began to fill his tub with hot water. Usually servants would do this, but he wanted to be by himself and think.

He stripped and gingerly stepped into the tub of hot water and then slowly sank down into it as the steam and water rose to cover his body up to the top of his chest.  Suddenly he remembered about calling Ursella.  He twisted his head and saw the cord to pull for a servant but that meant that he would have to get out of the tub...Blast it all, he thought, as he quickly got out of the tub, pulled the cord and rushed back into the tub, before the servant entered.

A young lady knocked and then entered. She blushed when she saw Christian in the tub. He saw the blush and smiled.  The young lady locked the door. "M'lord, do you wish for something?" she said seductively.

The other Christian would have taken her right there on the spot, but this new Christian reluctantly shook his head. "No, not that," He said sinking lower into the tub.

A look of disappointment crossed the young ladiy's face. She had heard of the Earl's prowess from others and was looking forward to her turn.

Christian continued. "I need you to tell Ursella, the seamstress to go to Lt. Farrel's room where she will meet two women. She is to help them make some new dresses for them."

"Yes, M'lord. Are you sure that is all?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes and bending low to allow him a good glimpse of her pristine white tops of her bosoms.

"Um..yes, that is all," Christain said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Another frown from the girl and then she became a bit icy, "As you wish M'lord. Perhaps I should send in your new mute."

Christian thought of Nichole and how he saw her naked earlier this morning and then wiped the thought away and became angry with the young lady. "No, that is not necessary and her name is Nichole. She is one of the ladies who will be receiving Ursella. Now leave so I can finish my bath and do as I say," Christian ordered.

The young lady realized she had made him angry and quickly mumbled, "Yes, M'lord," and left his room in a hurry and went to Ursela's room and told her what the Earl said.
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« Reply #200 on: October 25, 2007, 09:39:29 PM »

Morghan watched Christian leave in silence, before turning her eyes to Simonne. She sat in a chair slowly, arching her back a little, a bit sore from sleeping on the cold hard floor all night. She took a deep breath as she waited for the woman Christian had promised to send. When a knock on the door came, Morghan stood and walked to it, opening it quietly and smiling weakly to the woman on the other side. For a fleeting second, Morghan had hoped it may just be Thomas on the other side... but she knew that was not likely.

Morghan backed away from the door, letting the woman enter quietly before shutting the door behind her. Morghan's eyes wandered to the bag the lady carried curiously, wondering what all the woman had within the bags. Morghan slowly got excited by the idea she would be having new clothes. It had been a long time since she had gotten anything new and the old tattered thing she always wore was falling apart, so this would be great.

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Sammy followed Christian quietly into his room, tail wagging quickly. When Christian stepped into the bath she leaned back on her hind legs and peered into the tub. She sniffed the water, and ended up with a soaking nose as she buried her nose in the water. She sneezed, getting back to all four paws before shaking her head to spray the little bit of water everywhere. Sammy turned her head towards the door as the young woman entered.

When the air grew thick with Tension, the fur on Sammy's hackles raised and when Christian rose his voice to the young girl Sammy's lips curled and a deep dangerous warning growl errupted. She did not like when her master had to raise his voice and she made it obvious. Her head dropped in line with her shoulders as she watched the young woman leave.
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« Reply #201 on: October 25, 2007, 09:59:16 PM »

Ursella saw the young lady as she opened the door and a frown crossed her face. She was the Castle's finest seamstress. She made clothes for the Noblest women. She was not happy that she was asked to make clothes for a strumpet of a servant girl. She walked in and the other servants followed carrying the boards of cloth.

Ursella stopped in mid-stride as she saw another woman in the room. This one was much older, older than perhaps even herself, but Ursella sensed she had more vitality in her than a woman half her age; whatever that would be. As Ursella could not for the life of her as she looked at the woman, guess her age. She seemed ageless. "I am here on order of the Earl to make you new dresses," she turned to Nichole, "I suppose I will start with you. Do you have a favorite color?" She asked, as the servants closed the door, lit the several large candleabra's and then began spreading out the different colors and kinds of cloth on the large table in the middle of the room.
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« Reply #202 on: November 01, 2007, 11:09:23 PM »

Morghan noticed the seamstresses apparent annoyance at the fact she had to work on such a low class girl as Morghan was... Liquid amber eyes narrowed a little at the frown... one day, maybe Morghan wouldn't need her help, but today... Morghan had been told to have new clothes made... so she did as Christian had told her too. Though she promised herself she would not make it easy on the woman.

Morghan looked to the woman in silence... A Favorite color huh... Yeah... Purples and Greens. Morghan pointed out said colors in silence, plotting how to make this woman's job as difficult as possible... but then, Morghan decided just to let it go. It would not do to dwell. It would do noone any good to focus on making this woman's job anymore difficult than it already was. Morghan would just have the clothes made, and that would get the wench out of her presence... that would be good.

Morghan stood quiet, patient as the woman fit her with clothing for a deep royal purple. Morghan loved it, the soft cloth was not something this servant was used too. She smiled quietly as she looked to Simonne before looking back to the cloth. She breathed slowly... she wasnt sure this was going to be ok... this purple cloth seemed like it would be too expensive. She bit her lip and looked from Simonne back to the seamstress.
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« Reply #203 on: November 05, 2007, 10:42:56 PM »

Simonne smiled encouragingly at the girl as she had her clothes fitted. She'd chosen colours that the older woman would never have picked, but then she was still young. She might just look good in them, and the seamstress obviously knew what she was doing, even if she was doing it very reluctantly at the moment. She saw the hesitation in Nichole's eyes as the seamstress was working, but Simonne wasn't sure why. Perhaps because she'd chosen one of the more expensive cloths? But then, if she hadn't been allowed to choose that, the woman shouldn't have brought it in the first place. And the whole dress was starting to look fabulous. This woman was a professional, with the speed she was working and the result she was booking.

When Ursella was finished with Nichole, she turned her attention to the old healer. Simonne picked for colours red and a kind of soft blue that went together quite well. She knew that these fabrics were of a good quality, she came after all from a tribe where dyeing and weaving was order of the day. She started chatting with Ursella about it, who seemed to be impressed by her knowledge of the dyeing process, and flattered by the compliment the healer threw in of her professionalism. Or at least, that's what Simonne thought, it was altogether possible that she had actually aggravated her further, but she hoped not. She was really trying to placate the seamstress, mostly because she didn't want to end up being jabbed by a needle.

After a while she was all ready. The dress was official looking, which pleased Simonne enormously. Not that she was usually one for ceremonial clothing, but she was going to need all the help she could get in winning over the people who were coming to the meeting later. As Simonne looked down, she noticed that the dress hid most of her body's contours. This was not a bad thing, not at all. She was quite conscious of the fact that her body was old. It did, however, make her look a tad bit taller than she was. Good, good. Now was not the time to play the small, helpless little woman. She would stand up straight and proud, true to herself and loyal to her patient. A smile played around her wrinkled lips. Oh, this meeting would undoubtedly turn out very different from what she'd imagined, but that at least she would hold up.

She thanked the seamstress, both on her own account and on Nichole's, then asked Nichole to accompany her to Christian's room. On their way, the healer related in a soft voice what had been decided when the girl was still asleep. She made sure to speak normally, not too loudly so that nobody else could hear, but not so softly that it became suspicious. Soon, they were both standing next to the Earl's room. Simonne raised her hand and knocked.
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« Reply #204 on: November 05, 2007, 11:35:00 PM »

Christian had bathed and was dressed, well at least half dressed. He was wearing soft light brown pants and was undressed from his waist on up. He had several colored shirts laying upon is bed and he was trying to decide which one to wear when he heard the knock upon his door. He assumed it was that voluptious servant girl. He really did not want to see her at this moment and thought about just ignoring the knock. He decided quickly and grabbed a cream colored shirt and was buttoning it when he opened the door.

Standing there was Simonne and Nichole was slightly behind her. Both women took his breath away, and he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Simonne was dressed in a red dress with a soft blue trim and collar. She looked her part as a Counselor to the Earl and it pleased him immensely. Nichole was dressed in Royal purple. She looked liked she was a princess instead of a maidservant. It helped make his decision easier.

Finally he realized he was staring at the two women and quickly ushered them in. "Ladies, please come in, he said as they entered and he closed the door behind them and turned around. " Lady Simonne, I could not have picked out a more appropriate dress for your new position. It makes you seem taller and a bit imposing. It should impress those who you are about to meet," He said as he turned to Nichole.

Her blonde tresses fell softly and carressed the shoulders of her dress. The purprle color brought out the color of Nichole's eyes and made them more expressive than they were already. Christian breathed deeply. It was hard to imagine her as a maidservant, which she would not be any more. "Nichole...your...your breathtaking," he gushed. He turned back to Lady Simonne. "You both are. I feel like a peasant next to you both. I was having a difficult time deciding what to wear. Perhaps Counselor you could choose a more appropriate outfit among my clothes; something more regal perhaps instead of the casual look I am in, if you do not mind or perhaps you like me the way I am?" Christian asked.

He had never felt so unsure of himself. He wondered if this new Christian would survive!
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« Reply #205 on: November 07, 2007, 05:55:03 PM »

Simonne curtsied slightly when the earl complimented her dress. When he asked her advice about what kind of attire he should wear, she almost chuckled but decided not to in the last instant. She was here to help him, not push him over the edge of a nervous breakdown. She looked him up and down, then said "I think this should do. Just remember that you are the Earl. All the merchants are below you in rank, though they're not lesser persons than you because of it. It is your decision not to go to war, and they will have to accept that, whether they like it or not." She paused for a moment, then smiled at him and just barely resisted raising her hand to pat him on the cheek. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll be right there next to you, if it helps."

She looked around the room. Well, it was large, but rather cosy and warm. The last time she'd been here she had hardly been in the position of observing it. His bed was large; large enough for two. It made her wonder. The room was not overly decorated; the Earl had taste. She turned back to him. "Can I ask you a personal question? Are you not married?" Ach, ach. She did this every time, just flapping out what was in her mind. She'd have to keep better control of her tongue when they were in the meeting. Hopefully the new Christian would survive that question. Oh well, too late to turn it back now. Might as well hear the answer now that she'd asked it.
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« Reply #206 on: November 08, 2007, 12:06:03 AM »

Christian waited a bit hesitantly as Simonne looked him over. He felt rather concious of that fact and wondered if women felt the same way when men look at them? He never had considered it, until now. In a way it felt good, though Simonne was an older woman, she was still a woman! And then he thought of Nichole and glanced her way; wondering what she was thinking and wishing she could talk. Then Simonne answered his question.

"I think this should do. Just remember that you are the Earl. All the merchants are below you in rank, though they're not lesser persons than you because of it. It is your decision not to go to war, and they will have to accept that, whether they like it or not."

Christian nodded. Her advice was sound. He was going to like having Simonne as his Counselor. Suddenly he remembered Petrie, Heath and Farrel. He hoped that Farrel had found out what had happened to those two. He decided that if, no when, Petrie is back that he would have two Counselors! After all Petrie and Simonne deserve some happiness and they were meant to be together!

"Can I ask you a personal question? Are you not married?" Simonne asked, startling Christian out of his reviere. He turned away from Simonne and stared out of his window looking at icecicles melt rapidly from off the eaves of the Castle as the sun burned its way through them and seemingly through his soul.

Finally he turned back and looked at Simonne, the old Christian rising. "I pray Counselor that the next time you want to speak that you will hold your tongue..."

Suddenly Christian actually heard what he was saying. With downcast eyes he spoke with a quiver in his voice. "Forgive me Lady Simonne. I would rather my tongue cut out than to say what I was about to say. I am new and unsure about myself now. I thought my old self was dead, but I see now that it can rear its ugly head unless I learn to control it. Your question is rather a reasonable one now that I think about it. No, M'lady. I do not have a wife."

He paused as he gathered himself. It would not be good to have a tear in his eye when he looked at her. He looked up into Simonne's eyes and could see not anger, but compassion and that tore his heart asunder. It took all of his fortitude not to cry like a child, and even then when he had done so, his father had hit him and told him that men do not cry. He knew that to be false when he had seen his father cry when he thought he was alone after his mother had died.

"Not that I have been celibate either," he said blushing a little," nor have some of the women of the court not tried to be my wife, but I have not found one among them."

His expression changed and he looked a bit retrospective. "I would like to have a wife and have children, hopefully a nice strong son or perhaps several to keep the line of my family alive, but before now I never gave it much thought. However your question has told me that I am not becoming much younger and I should really think about taking a wife."

He grinned mischievously. "As my Counselor I charge you to pick me out a suitable wife. That is after you and Petrie get married; after all you two are not becoming any younger either."

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« Reply #207 on: November 09, 2007, 02:22:50 PM »

"Nichole...your...your breathtaking,"

Christian was staring at her with his mouth slightly agap. She felt sick to her stomach... unsure of herself and nervous, more nervous that she had ever felt. Why was he spending this kind of money on her, having such nice clothes made for a servant. Morghan walked to the window quietly and looked out it. Her eyes wandered the crowds slowly, wondering where, out there Thomas was.

"You both are. I feel like a peasant next to you both. I was having a difficult time deciding what to wear. Perhaps Counselor you could choose a more appropriate outfit among my clothes; something more regal perhaps instead of the casual look I am in, if you do not mind or perhaps you like me the way I am?"

Morghan turned and looked over her shoulder, back to the pair quietly before looking back out the window. She listened to all the words which passed between them but she made no acknowldgement about it. She listened to Simonne ask the question she had wondered... Wasnt the Earl married, wasnt that something royalty did... married to have kids and keep their reign strong? Morghan just listened to his responce quietly before turning to look to them again. He was putting Simonne in charge of finding him a wife... that was interesting.

Morghan swallowed back the dryness in her throat as she looked to the two, wondeirng what was to happen next.
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« Reply #208 on: November 14, 2007, 02:29:11 AM »

Christian nodded at Simonne's advice and finished dressing by tucking in his shirt and then he wrapped a heavy black belt around him with an empty, yet elaborated designed scabbord.  He walked to a closet, opened the door and there hanging, point downward, was the Earl's personal sword. It gleamed as the sunlight touched its shiny steel blade as he removed it and slid it safely home in the scabbord now securely belted to his waist. 

He turned, opened his arms and smiled. "Well what do you think?" He asked, a bit proudly. He then thought about it and shook his head, "It does not matter, forget I asked," he added.

He looked at Nichole who was staring out the window into the courtyard as if she were pining away for someone. Christian wondered and realized that he had no idea who she really was? Perhaps she had family somewhere or maybe a lover or even a husband!

"Nichole, I want you to look at me," Christian ordered. He waited for Nichole to turn to face him before he would tell her his plans for her.
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« Reply #209 on: November 15, 2007, 04:55:39 AM »

Morghan watched Christian open his arms, inquiring to Simonne what she thought of his look. Morghan smiled just a little at his apparent proudness at his look before she looked back out the window quietly. She was day dreaming a little when her name was called. She did not react for a few moments... her demon once more piping up to catch her attention..

"Your being summond... better becareful... might loose your head if you dont watch your Ps and Qs."

"Nichole, I want you to look at me,"

Morghan blinked slightly as she turned towards Christian quietly. A solitary brow rose as she waited to find out what he called to her for. She licked her dry lips slightly, her amber eyes wandering to Simmone for a fleeting second before falling upon Christian again. She could feel her heart throbbing behind her breasts... making her a little natious with the quickness of the beating. Was he going to tell her something... something she did not want to hear perhaps? She swallowed dryly and forced a smile upon her face, though her eyes screamed that she was incredibly unsure about everything going on.
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