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[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

The smell of the market whirled into the bedchamber of the princess; the breeze gently picked up her raven locks and ticked her nose. Slowly the princess opened her eyes as a small groan escaped her lips. She didn’t want to get out of the comfortable bed she was in. The sound of her door opening earned another groan from the princess… she heard the mindless prater of one of the palace maids. She was going on about how it was a beautiful day and that there was plenty to do other then lie in bed all day.

Ava rolled her eyes and pulled the blankets over her head, getting up in the morning was something that the princess hated. “Leave me alone” she mumbled from under the blankets, she felt the blankets begin to move meaning that the maid either didn’t hear her or was ignoring what the princess has just said. Shooting the maid an angry look Ava sat up and opened her lips to protest again but quickly closed them as the sounds of the men getting ready to train entered from her window.

Quick as she possibly could the princess threw herself out of bed shooting her maid a ‘hurry up’ look. The elderly maid quickly made her way over to the princess with that day’s chosen dress. “Hurry up!”

[/color] she hissed impatiently as she shoved her arms into the dress. It didn’t take long before Ava was of princess perfection… her hair was brushed, jewels were sparking, and her dress was without a wrinkle. The maid stood back to give the princess a look over ”You can go now” Ava didn’t even look at the maid before going to her window to sneak a look at the knights training. She could see her father was one of the observers…

The sound of the door opening caused Ava to roll her icy blue eyes… it was time for her studies… something the princess would much rather skip for the rest of her life. She hated learning about how to be a lady or the history of the land. Ava wanted to learn to fight… like her brothers… like the knights. She didn’t want to be a quiet woman only meant to be married to some man like some prize to be won. Today’s studies lasted longer then the princess would have cared for… almost all day.

As she had to listen to her tutor rattle on about the proper way for a woman to act in public all Ava could really hear were the birds and the sounds of the village outside her window. Everything seemed so free outside the walls of the castle so much more alive then dressing up in pretty gowns and becoming a proper woman.

Finally, the lessons were over Ava’s first reaction was to go to her room and gaze out the window. Once to her room Ava noticed in a few short hours the sun would set… and she had done nothing fun or for herself at all. Her eyes darted down to the floor her lips pressed into a small frown… what a waste to a beautiful day. Her sister was still with her tutor and who knew where her brothers were… A sly smile formed on the young princess’s lips, this was the perfect time for her to sneak out.

The princess hurried over to where she kept her simpler dresses and quickly pulled off her jewels and expensive cloth. Within minutes a cheap cloth made in town replaced the beautiful silk. Quickly pulling on a dark green cloak Ava hurried out the door keeping an eye out for anyone who would stop her. Every step she took sounded like alarms sounding in her ears. She didn’t want to get caught sneaking out… her mother and father wouldn’t be very happy that their eldest daughter was going out without an escort or any kind of protection.

Making it to the barn proved rather easy quickly she saddled a horse a skill she had learned many years ago even though most princess don’t really bother learning. Quickly she pulled herself up onto the elegant black mare who pawed at the ground eager to get going. Ava did just as the mare wanted and quickly urged the horse out of the stable and towards the forest.

The feeling of the wind hitting her face as she urged the mare into a canter made the princess happier then anything else in the world. Being up on a horse was the one place where Ava felt truly at peace where she actually felt like she fit in. The mare would never judge her on the way she acted… as long as she was kind and cared for the mare the mare would do the same for her. Ava let herself get lost in her thoughts not really paying attention to the riding at hand… a big mistake.

Ava felt the mare’s body lurch sideways then her front hooves were pawing at the air a small squeal left the mare’s throat. The princess toppled from the back of the horse falling to the leaves bellow. The mare’s hooves met the ground and soon she was off galloping away from the fallen princess. A small fawn jumped away in the bushes… the small culprit for spooking the horse soon disappeared in the brush leaving the scared princess.

Getting up Ava looked around, nothing on her body hurt… it had been an easy fall but the fall still rattled the young woman. Her icy blue eyes scanned the area… she had been so lost in thought she hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going… now she was without a horse… in the forest… lost. oh great…got yourself lost in the forest…mother is going to kill me[/b][/color] she thought to herself. Her eyes moved to the sky… the sun was quickly moving in the sky and the sun is setting she could feel her eyes begin to sting… how was she going to get home?
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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

The knights were training the courtyard, all of them, except for James. Ever since he became a knight, James thought he was somewhat special, yet that feeling quickly vanishes when you realize you’re only one man amongst thousands of other knights, who are older and more experienced than you, who have been here longer and have managed to make a name for themselves winning duels and tournaments, saving damsels and fighting criminals. All of the knights laughed at him when he came to train, they claimed he was too young to be a knight, others doubted if he could even hold a sword correctly. They asked him who he squired under and where he was knighted and when James told them the name of Sir Arthur Of Ridge proudly, they all gave him quizzical looks and questioned whenever or not that knight had ever existed. He did James thought, but he no longer does, it was a somber memory.

When he had seemingly gotten his chance to duel one of the knights, he could feel the glares of squires, many of them were his age, some of them older, yet they were not knights, he ignored them, trying to keep his cool but couldn’t help but hear some of them chuckle when they watched him duel and it threw him off balance. He fought clumsily and awkwardly, feeling the blood and heat rushing to his face. A knight does not concern himself with the opinions of others, all that matters is his duty and his honor. The words of old Sir Arthur rang in his head, trying to ignore all of his surroundings and focus on his duel, yet he could feel his irritation growing as one of the knights offered to call him one of the serving women so he can drink some milk. Naturally, he lost that duel, he went off balance and the knight knocked him off of his feet. Compared to the rest of the armored men, James was quite skinny, yet in height they seemed almost equal, but there were of course those few men who stood nearly seven feet tall and looked like mountains, bulky and scarred, with bears as long as James’s hair.

The whole time James was surrounded by the knights, he caught glances of the two princes standing at the king’s side as his majesty observed the training knights. The young knight was grateful that the king had not seen James embarrass himself, it would have no doubt ruin any of his chances to ever gain a name for himself. He looked around at times, trying to find some familiar faces, yet none were there. So many knights had fought in the Bandit War, yet none of them were here, none of them were here to vouch for his moniker and no one was here to tell the tale of his heroics or of good Sir Arthur. It was irritating to say the least. Should it come to it, I’d kill every man here in single combat, James told himself as he watched. The truly skilled and great knights did not train in the courtyard, no they had private chambers and private training areas, masters never trained, they often watched- as the kings champion was doing right now, clad in his golden armor and his helmet visor lowered, he watched from the kings side as the knights hammered each other with large wooden swords.

Yet, despite his poor display of skill, when James was saddling his horse- a time when he wished he had a squire to do it for him- he was approached by the castle castellan, who offered him a small job for an even smaller pouch of coin. Of course, he was honored, being offered a job by the king’s man was no laughing matter and James accepted immediately, before he even heard what the job would be. And that’s the story of how James found himself patrolling the Royal Forest while all the other knights and guards trained, him and a few squires, all the rest were relaxing or training and it took little genius to understand that James had been taken for a fool and played like one. The patrol would last an entire day and the payment he’d receive wasn’t worth a few hours, yet such was the life of a poor landless knight. His pale grey courser Tiber walked slowly through the forest, James wore his still cuirass, shinning and beautiful along with his steel shoulder pads of the same metallic color, an oak leaf was carved beautifully into his armor and James looked a proper knight, or he would have if he had not been lacking a cape, a helmet, his greaves and his armguards. Armored in only his plate, shoulder pads and sword along with his leather gloves, he rode on his beautiful (and ridiculously expensive) courser Tiber through the woods, thinking on how the day could get any worse.

He had patrolled for hours, his horse slowly slumping through the forest, he was in no rush, even on a slow day like this, no peasant would be stupid enough to try and hunt in the king’s forest. James took a sip from his canteen of water before releasing a sigh. The sun was setting and he was getting tired and angry. The squires were probably sitting somewhere and drinking, yet James was in no mood to try and befriend them, he could feel their animosity towards him for being a knight and only a few years older than them. He was in no mood for anything to be honest and that’s when a horse rode by him. Black and beautiful, the mare sprang past him like lightning through the sky and James lifted his gaze from the setting sun and watched it disappear into the forest. The only thing he noticed was that the dark horse was saddled yet had no rider.

Great, the gods must be laughing, I’ll probably find a dead lord now, fell of his horse drunk, they’ll hang me proper, they will.

With pessimism, the knight turned his horse and the great animal slowly prodded towards the location the horse came from, to see the dead body. Instead, several meters away and deeper into the woods he saw a girl sprawled on the ground. Yet she was dressed in simple cloth. A peasant in the king’s woods. He sighed quietly; he didn’t want to shout at anyone today, he didn’t want to kill anyone… ever. He should just ride off, pretend he never saw her. No, he swore a vow and had to go through with is duty and chivalry did not allow him to leave the girl in the forest, what if she was hurt? Though a quick death might be more merciful. He lashed the reins of his courser and gently nudged the spurs into his legs, the horse dashed forward for a second and circled the girl before slowly down into a slow walk.

”Milady, are you alright?”

[/color] she was no lady, and her well being did not matter, yet his chivalry did not allow him to say anything else. Though his voice was calm and soft, the hint of tiredness and irritation was still audible,
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[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Ava could feel nothing was broken; yes she would have a few bruises on her delicate skin. A princess’s skin wasn’t really used to any hard blows… her skin was pale as was any woman of nobility or royalty they were shielded from the sun unlike peasants who skin was much darker after their work outside. She rubbed her hand along the arm she had mainly landed on she winced slightly… her arm was going to hurt for the next couple of days… hopefully her parents didn’t ask any questions… well only if she actually found her way back to the castle. How would she find her way back? Without a horse it would take hours and with the sun setting she would never find her way back in the dark. She could feel the tears filling her eyes what else could she do… fear was setting in.

The sound of hooves made her jump a small gasp escaped her lips… who would be out at this time? She turned to see a beautiful horse coming towards her on top of the horse was one of her father’s knights. Ava’s eyes opened wide… he was surely to tell her father about this. Quickly she replaced the hood from her cloak a top her head, it had fallen down when she took the topple from the horse. As the horse circled her she carefully moved her body holding the side of her hood out a little bit so it would be harder for the knight to realize that she was the eldest princess. She recognized this knight; he was young so he caught the princess’s eye.

Many times Ava would stand at her window and watch the knights, more then a princess should. Often her maid would scold her and remind her that a princess should be focusing on her studies not dirty men hitting each other with swords, but Ava saw it as so much more. They needed to land each blow specifically to try to quickly disarm their opponent… they needed to practice until perfection… for if they didn’t in a real battle they would surely be killed.

The sound of his voiced caused the petite girl to jump slightly, how was she going to get out of this one? This knight probably wanted to prove himself with being so young and all… and what better way to get the King’s favor then to bring back the daughter that had gotten lost in the forest. “I am uhh… fine good sir”

[/b] she carefully kept turning whenever he gave the slightest hint of movement making it very difficult to see her face.

Ava could tell that the knight was tiered…. Maybe he would just let her go… less work for himself… then he wouldn’t see who she was and she could some how figure out how to get back…back… she couldn’t get back could she? Maybe I should tell him who I am… then I would at least get back[/color] she shook her head slightly…no that wouldn’t do then her father would find out… and that was one thing that she didn’t want to happen.

“I thank you for your kindness” she paused still being careful about showing her face ”If you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction” she hoped he would just be lazy and point the way to her… Maybe he wouldn’t care that there was a strange woman in the King’s woods…maybe… her plan was hinging on one word maybe. Were the odds in the princess’s favor? So far today had been all bad luck, getting stuck in a boring lesson all day and falling from her horse. The fall wasn’t so bad but Her pride was hurt greatly… she could have stayed on if she had been paying any attention. After all her years of riding a small deer unhorses her in a matter of seconds. Her cheeks became slightly pink as she blushed at the thought…it embarrassed her that she had fallen and this man knew.

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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

The entire time James watched her he thought of what to do. She was just a common girl, most likely she didn’t even realize where she was, she had no hunting equipment on her and was alone, yet the King’s Law was adamant, the royal forest was off limits to any poaching, hunting or midnight nightly strolls, he had to escort her out of the forest or punish her as he saw fit, yet he saw no way to punish her, what was he supposed to do? Beat her to a pulp because she was lost? No, he couldn’t do that to anyone, especially to a girl that seemed so small a deer might kill her if it came down to it. She was spooked, was she really not expecting to come into any guards while he trampled through the kings forest? Or did it further prove James’s theory that she had no idea where she was or who he might be? given the way the common folk act around these parts, the knight wouldn’t be surprised if she was drunk and didn’t even know her own name.

He leaned a bit forward on his courser to look at her face, yet the sun was setting and it had gotten slightly darker, what’s more she had pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, obscuring the knight’s sight of her face even more. Was she shy? The way she turned her face from his indicated more of the fact that she was hiding something. Oh gods please don’t let this be a leper. The last thing he needed was to get sick and die like some sort of old man, he was a knight of the realm, dying of a disease was the first way to go. He twisted the reins of his horse and the animal turned his head away from the girl, James straightened his posture and the horse trampled forward a bit, adding a couple of steps of distance, yet positioning James for a better view of her face, yet the girl shifted again and hid, the knights suspicion grew more and more.

When she replied that she was fine, James’s couldn’t help but note the way she spoke did not remind him of any common wench you met in a pub, her accent, her voice and the way she spoke her words said layers about her and yet nothing. She might have just been a serving girl in the palace her whole life, or to some lord and had grown accustomed to speaking in such a way. James looked at her turned face, he tried to position his own head in such a way that the light fell well enough for him to see her, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure what he thought he’d find, regardless of how she looked, she was in the royal forest and her fate might have been sealed. A thought of comrades popped into James’s head and he gave a quick scan of the area, looking at the trees and past them, searching for maybe some bandits that were hiding, playing the damsel in distress to catch his attention, then ambush, rob and kill him. But, he saw nothing.

When she thanked him, James suppressed the urge to be nice to her and instead, his left foot slid out of the stirrup and vaulted off of his horse, placing it firmly into the ground, he removed his right foot from the stirrup as well and patted his horse gently on its large muscular neck. The horse was expensive, well bred and even better trained, for the kind of money that James paid, this horse should have danced and sung, but the fact that it followed commands and showed loyalty like a man was well enough, it understood that James’s was his friend, or rather it’s master and even as the knight off of him, the horse simply stood, blinking it’s large eyes and watching him, but it did not attempt to run or move unexpectedly for James to fall. Once the knight was off of he horse he turned to the lady, taking slow steps through the grass, his black leather boots leaving prints in the soft dirt and green grass. His left hand fell onto the hilt of his sword that hung over his left hip and for a moment, a beam of sun fired through the trees and bounced off of his shining steel cuirass. ”And which direction would that be, milady?”

[/color] he asked when he had gotten a bit closer, his voice a bit irritated ”The hangman or the prison?”[/color] though he tried to hide it, his obvious annoyance was quite visible, though he still remained somewhat calm.

”Do you realize where you are?”

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[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Great this knight was going to be persistent… he wasn’t going to just let her go… he was going to be a responsible knight. Ava rolled her eyes letting out a small breath of annoyance. Ava didn’t really know the law in the forest; she thought dressed as a commoner she would be fine in here. Unknown to her the ‘peasant’ before the knight was standing there illegally. How am I going to get out of this

[/color] she asked herself. She jumped slightly when he got off his horse her back had been turned to him… the sound gave her a slight fright.

What if he isn’t one of those honorable knights[/color] her brother would try and scare her at times telling her stories of knights who would take advantage of young women… after all who would believe a peasant girl over a knight…. What did I get myself into?[/color] She asked herself. She prayed to the gods that he wouldn’t do anything to her, her mother warned her how evil men could be.

He was coming closer, her mind was working fast should she run? No he had a horse and he could probably run much faster then her even in his whole outfit. She peaked over his shoulder seeing him put his hand on his sword Oh dear[/color] what was he going to do with that? Fear started to swell inside the young princess… she had gotten herself into a small mess right here. Oh why did she have to fall from her horse? She knew that some way or another she was getting into trouble for this… if only she had stayed on her horse then she would be back at the castle by now and dressed back up like a princess. Her pale hand moved her hood yet again trying to still make it difficult to see her face.

”And which direction would that be, milady?” She jumped at the sound of his voice, he was closer then she had originally thought. She waited a moment before answering the knight “Just out of the forest good sir… if you would be so kind”[/b] hopefully he would just let her go… just let her walk out of the forest. So far her luck had proved another wise, he had gotten out of his horse and was heading towards her with his hand on his sword.

” ”The hangman or the prison?” he jumped at the sound of those words, she was not used to being spoke to in such a manner. Yes fear did sink into her skin but so did anger… she wasn’t used to being disrespected by someone lower then her. ”I will not be spoken to in such a tone”[/b] as soon as those words left her lips Ava closed her eyes and pressed her teeth against her lip… that was not something a peasant should be saying to a knight. She was sure he would be surprised at what she said as a peasant but if he found out she was the princess then he would be sorry for being so rude to her. Damage was already done he would figure this out soon enough; Ava really wasn’t sure how to hold herself like a peasant or even speak like one. After years of tutors making her walk and talk right she wasn’t able to just ignore it, it was engraved into her subconscious.

”Do you realize where you are?”[/b] she knew exactly where she was… she was in her father’s forest a place she had every right to be…sure she should have some escorts. She could tell this knights patients were growing thin but so were hers… she didn’t like being spoken to the same way a commoner would be spoken to she was better then that. “Yes I do… “[/b] well for the most part… sure she didn’t know exactly where she was but she knew she was in the forest. Her temper was clear in her voice short and to the point… Her hand dropped to her side causing her to wince slightly a small sound of pain left her cherry red lips…. Maybe her arm was hurt a little bit more then she had originally thought.


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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

He came to a stop a few steps away from her, she turned her back to him as soon as he came close and his suspicions skyrocketed. His left hand rested on the hilt of his sword, though he had no intention of drawing it against a girl, any knight worth his blade wouldn’t dare such a thing and James would rather cut his own hand off than wield a sword against a small unarmed girl. Though he was sure there were those among the so called “knights” that would have taken this opportunity for themselves, raped the girl and killed her in the forest, or just raped her and been on their merry way, what would she have done? Was she lucky that she was found by him and not the other five squires? No, those oafs were drinking wine somewhere instead of taking their duty seriously and had they found her when they were intoxicated James had no doubt things would have ended badly for this poor lost girl. How poor and lost she was remained to be seen.

Though she played the role of a person in distress quite well, James had seen true people in distress throughout his travels and he has seen those trying to convince him of being such, however, their usual ritual involved looking you in the eyes, tearing up and trying to use their seductive powers, their good looks and the kindness of a man who would break under the pressure of a crying damsel. She however seem more nervous than scared or frightened, more like she was just trying to have this whole affair over with as quickly as possible and be on her way, she wasn’t even looking at him and unless she was actually that shy, James didn’t know why would she turn away from him. Maybe it was because James was so good looking and intimidating wearing his cuirass, he prided himself with the thought, as ridiculous as it sounded outside of his thick head.

The woman’s sudden out lash made James take a quick step back and his left hand gripped the hilt of his blade tighter. His head quickly turned left and right, expecting someone to jump out of the trees or bushes, like she had just given them a signal to attack, her tone broke the silence of the forest and her echo disappeared behind the trees, the setting sun was painting everything an orange hue, yet there were no thieves and there were no attackers. After a moment, James relaxed and so did his left hand, but then he realized what had just happened. He was not used to commoners talking to him like that, at least not when they were alone with him, so obviously he was taken aback. Knights intimidated others and he hadn’t heard someone say those kinds of words to him since he was a squire, it took him back to the time a woman smacked him over the head when he was fourteen for raising his voice with her. ”Excuse me?”

[/color] he questioned whenever or not that had actually just happened.

”If you realize where you are, you should also realize that you shouldn’t be here.”[/color] he took a step closer as he continued to speak ”What is a girl like yourself doing in the Royal Forest, all alone, in the evening and where someone like you got a horse, I’m sure the guards will have similar questions to ask”[/color] he was a couple of steps behind her and he waited for a second for her to turn and look at him, but she didn’t. His right hand reached out and gently laid itself on her right shoulder ”Look at me.”[/color] he commanded calmly.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

There was no point in hiding it now; he was going to find out who she was sooner or later. “I may be where ever I may choose”

[/b] she stated, slight anger was apparent in her voice… this was not going over the way she wanted.

”What is a girl like yourself doing in the Royal Forest, all alone, in the evening and where someone like you got a horse, I’m sure the guards will have similar questions to ask”[/b] She rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice… from the stable nonetheless[/color] the last part to what he had said sunk in “There is no need at all to bother the guards with such a minor problem.”[/b] she really didn’t want her father to find out about this… that would mean a more watchful eye to be kept on her… or rather that a more smothering grip on the young girl. Yes being a princess was a comfortable life but it wasn’t a free life… she wasn’t free to marry who she willed, she wasn’t free to do as she pleased. What she did was for the good of the kingdom… for the good of her father. One day she would marry some prince to make sure that an ironclad treaty would be made between two kingdoms.

There wasn’t going to be a way to talk her way out of this way unless she showed him that she was the princess, sure it wasn’t a good plan but it was the best one she could come up with… maybe he would be kind enough to show her back to the castle without telling anyone… that was the best she could hope for since nothing else in this day seemed to be working the way she wanted it to.

She could hear the knight getting closer and closer making her even more nervous but still slightly annoyed at this knight… he could have made an easier day for himself if he had just pointed her in the right direction then he wouldn’t be bothered with all of this…. Then she could just get back to the castle without getting into any kind of trouble with her parent’s.

She jumped at the touch of his hand; the sudden movements made her move her left arm causing her to wince again. “Unhand me”[/b] she quickly turned to face him, she wasn’t used to being touched especially by some knight. “You may not touch me”[/b] in her quick turn her hood fell from her head gently making her face ever visible to him. She hated that she had been caught and there was really no way out of this one “You do not have permission to even speak to me the way you have”[/b] she could feel her cheeks begin to burn as the blush crossed her cheeks. She was able to get a better look at his face, he was very attractive, she wasn’t used to talking to men while she was alone besides her family and tutors. Ava’s raven black hair tickled her face as a breeze whipped around her body her icy blue eyes scanned the knight still a little nervous on what he was going to do… but she was trying to make herself seem strong like any royal should.

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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

Her tone continued to alarm James. No mere commoner would speak to a knight like this, especially when they saw him carrying a sword and the both of them were standing in the middle of a forest, for some knights, which would have been enough cause to kill the peasant, but James wasn’t the type of knight who flaunted his status or his abilities with a sword against women or simple farmers or citizens, there was no honor and no gain in doing so, he was a knight, not a mercenary and he had to hold up some sort of style of chivalry and etiquette, even if some knights so no reason to do so and though her tone and way of speech threw him off, he only wrinkled his brow and continued watching the girl intently, choosing not to say anything or to bring his hand across her face, he never beat women, maybe partly because he never got a chance to or maybe because Arthur once saw him push a woman ungently out of the way and clouted him over the ear so hard he flew to next week, regardless, it wasn’t something he did.

Or maybe the girl lacked manners, maybe she was slow and didn’t understand the concept of nobility and status, nor did she understand that a man could overpower her, hit her and do vile things to her if it pleased him, especially one with a sword. No, she was not a peasant girl, which much was obvious. Peasants girls often grew around strict fathers, who didn’t hesitate to put the back of their hand against their heads should they speak out of line or do something wrong, though it was pointless trying to analyze it, there were a massive number of possibilities explaining her temper and her tone, maybe James was completely off and the true story behind tone was the fact that she was a witch that was trying to anger James into attacking so she could curse him. Jim recalled Arthur once telling him that witches and wizards did not exist and surely enough, any well read grown man knew such, yet it never hurts to dream.

James almost staggered backward when the girl turned and pushed his hand aside, frightening to some extent, but James stood in place, without even taking a step backward his gaze lowered onto the face of the girl as she screamed for him to unhand her. Her black hair flew out of her fallen hood and James’s jaw opened slightly as he watched her. No, she was not a leper nor was she ugly. Beautiful was the word many used to describe such women and James, being the romantic and chivalrous knight that he was- did not use that word in vain, yet she was the very definition of the word, the way poets describe beauty in books and lyrics, she seemed to be a muse of those very words and maybe for more than second, James’s couldn’t help but look into her blue eyes and marvel at her pale skin, he closed his mouth, pressing his lips tightly together again and maintaining his calm demeanor. The way she lashed out made James feel bad. He remembered a rather disturbing story.

When he and Sir Arthur rode to the village of Ridge they found a girl in a looted and razed village, she was raped and beaten so many times that she barely had the strength to cry anymore, she was all alone, abandoned and hurt. Arthur told James they could not help, but James couldn’t just watch the ruined village and the scattered peasants, he tried to help the girl up from the ground, but she started screaming, she punched him in the face and screamed to not touch her, she fell to the ground and started crying, begging him to not touch her, her mind was gone and what was left was only a shell to look upon with pity. James and Arthur rode from that village soon after, but even to this day, James still dreamt about the beaten and raped girl, wondering what had become of her, remembering that he could not help. He was a knight, he had to help, it was his duty and the day he became a knight he promised to protect the weak.

The girl was the same, alone, lost and scared, or so James thought. Aaaaaaand his chivalry kicked into full throttle at this point. She was a damsel in distress and he was a knight in shinning armor, the “get real” wagon just left the station and James had missed it. She was right, she was a lady, a girl and despite his status, he had no right to speak to her disrespectfully. ”Of course, my apologies, milady.”

[/color] he bowed his head and his tone had gone softer, a knight was always kind and helpful ”I beg for you forgiveness, it was duty and exhaustion that urged me to act rashly, I should not have spoken the way I have.”[/color] had he been a smarter man he would have recognized her, the girl that stared from the windows of the palace, had he been more observant, he would have noticed her more often, but when James fought all that mattered to him was his opponent and he never remembered taking a good look at the windows of the keep. ”But, should the kings men find you here, milady, your life would be forfeit.”[/color] oh wow was he in for a shocker.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Ava narrowed her eyes at the Knight; did he not know who she was? Her face was clearly visible… either she wasn’t pretty enough to warrant a memory or this knight was daft. She was going to go with the later one… she had been told by many people that she was beautiful… people could just say that because she was a princess but still… So far this meeting was only going down hill.

She kept her eyes on the knight still unsure what he was going to do to her… “That is no excuse to talk to me in such a manner knight”

[/b] she spoke like a princess full of pride as if she was better then him (which she was…a princess was high then a knight). She shook her head maybe if she acted like a brat he would get annoyed with dealing with her… and just let her be on her way… since he had not noticed she was the princess… she wasn’t about to tell him although the way she was acting was a clue of who she was… spoiled.

Her eyes glanced at his sword once again; it reminded her of the sword she had stolen from the training grounds… the one in which she often tried to practice with… copying what she had seen the Knights doing… sure she wasn’t all that good but it was better then nothing. That was one of the only times during the day that she did something she actually enjoyed doing… in another life Ava would have loved to be born into the life of a Knight… in her mind their lives were filled with excitement and romance… things she never got. Her life consisted of books and boring old men her father invited to the castle. She always had to watch what she said and always had to act like the perfect little princess… when truthfully all she wanted to do was travel the world seeing what was out there… what ever was beyond the castle’s walls.

” ”But, should the kings men find you here, milady, your life would be forfeit.” a small little laugh escaped her lips, she knew her life was in no danger… unless she ran into some kind of bandit. If the Kings men had found her and even laid a hand on her their lives would be forfeit… the irony made another small giggle leave the princess’s lips. Her eyes danced across the Knights face… he probably saw her as some kind of crazy child letting herself giggle the way she was. “I do not think that would be”[/b] he still hadn’t realized who she was, her mood slightly lightened… would she keep this going? Play a little game with the Knight teach him to be kind to a strange girl no matter what for she could be the Princess? Yes that was what she would do… hopefully he would figure it out before she got bored.


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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

James had to press his lips together tightly to not retort to her tone and rudeness. Sure, James had spoken rudely to her, but he had done so out of duty and exhaustion from his duty, while she continued to speak to him rudely even after his attempts to make amends for his previous behavior. He looked at her for a moment, but decided to say nothing, his stance relaxed a bit, his knees bent slightly and his head slouched forward a bit as he continued to watch her. The one pro about being around commoners- posture and etiquette weren’t that important to them, while amongst the nobles, posture, etiquette and charisma was everything, especially if you were a landless knight without a lord, like James. He simply pressed his irritation into a smile and slowly began to feel genuinely amused about the situation, slowly, but surely he seemed more amused than annoyed and couldn’t help but release a simple shrug.

”I apologize, milady, but as a point in my favor, let me state that my eyes had not gazed on your beauty, had I see the sunlight touch your face I would have bent a knee and offered you the world the moment I saw you.”

[/color] James wasn’t as shallow as that, of course, as a knight he often sought the attention of nobler women to be able to prove himself a chivalrous man and a gentleman to those around him, so he was no stranger to compliments or charismatic talk, yet it was so much easier when you didn’t have to lie- as it were right now. Had her personality not been that of a drunken pompous nobleman, she would be bearable and James could tolerate her more to appreciate her appearance. He raised his eyebrows playfully and smiled an apologetic smile, though inside he fought with the idea of clouting her across the face, but every time he thought about it- Sir Arthur smacking him for such talk when he was younger came to his mind and quickly discouraged him from such rash action.

The way she started laughing made James’s smile disappear. She’s mocking me. James realized and bit his lips pressed tightly together in a concentrated look. A simple knight, especially as young as he, had been mocked so often that he had gotten used to it, but the mocking came from other knights, noblemen who didn’t know how to hold their tongue and not commoner girls that seemed to be smart for their own good. After a while, the whole mocking thing gets annoying. He remembered the “Bandit War”- as the noblemen called it nowadays, mockingly, but had they been there and saw the horrors, death and fires they would change their tune- and the memory of the knights laughing at him when Sir Arthur (drunk as he ever was) told them the story of how James killed some bandits single-handedly.

It was such an underwhelming story that the knights began to call him James The Fearless, a moniker that grew to sincerity after he saved a captured lord single-handedly charging a bandit camp, but that name was not well known, it was barely known, in fact- Had the lord not told the king about James, James would probably be a mercenary somewhere in Almack right now. The knights that had surrounded him in that period of time were hard to find, some were off on quests, some fought in conflicts, while others had died during the period of a few short years.

”I’m sorry, but might I know what you find so amusing?”[/color] his irritation had been more audible now, but his tone was still calm and not loud. ”If you think the kings men would spare you because you’re a girl, you’re sadly mistaken.”[/color] he had dropped the honorifics, now he was trying to prove a point to a common girl that needed to know your place.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Princess Avangeline of Menor]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Ava smirked at the knight… was he being sarcastic with her? “Don’t play coy with me sir knight”

[/b] no one in their right mind would talk like that without being smart. “Talking polite and talking like I am the gods gift to the world are two different things”[/b] She raised her eyebrow her lips pressed together in a small smile. She knew she was in no danger at all… what should could tell of this Knight was he had honor and he wouldn’t try anything. If she ran into any trouble with him she would just tell him she was the King’s daughter… then he would bring her back to the castle and she would get a reprimanding from the King and Queen.

She turned slightly and walked away from him, not to anywhere in particular but this was going to be her last taste of freedom, as soon as her father found out that she was able to sneak out…. He would probably have a knight follow her around making sure that she stayed acting like the perfect little princes that he wanted. Her eyes scanned the treetops; the sun was even lower now making the sky stretch with pinks and oranges. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath… breathing out here was different than at the castle, there she felt like she was being suffocated… out here she felt as if she could fly. She turned and looked at him once she heard his voice once again.

” I find this amusing because nothing will happen to me besides being scolded”[/b] she paused and looked back to the sky closing her eyes once more. “ I am the King’s Eldest daughter Princess of Menor”[/b] she gave a shake to her head eyes still closed “You are not very observant Knight”[/b] she had been with her father while he was meeting the Knights he was bound to see her at some point.



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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

”I would not dare do such a thing”

[/color] he shrugged, for all his smart talk, James was an honest guy and an honorable knight, to lie to a lady was not the way any gentleman should act and James always knew that a knights best trait was being a perfect gentleman, any knight is ten times better when his etiquette is highly placed. But, James couldn’t help but give her a sly, yet apologetic smile. Her pompous behavior amused him, even if slightly, he found something interesting about how this common girl carried herself, not like most peasant girls, had James not been a knight of the highest esteem, the back of his hand would have honored her face at least a dozen times by now. There was really not much James could say she refused his politeness and acted towards him like a spoiled brat, something that most peasants never are, yet she seemed to be in very high regard of herself and her luck.

When she slowly walked away James didn’t move to catch or stop her, nor did he follow her. He simply crossed his arms at his chest and looked at her with a puzzled expression. If she did try to run, she’d get lost in the forest and being lost in a forest in the middle of the night was fatal in most cases, she’d be dead by the morning, if she was lucky- the highest possibility was that she’d get captured by one of those drunken squires or maybe all five of them and brutally raped to death, or maybe they’d take her to the hangman and they’d make an event of her execution, the commoners loved their executions. Regardless, she seemed too calm for her own good, maybe she had never seen an execution, James had, they were brutal and horrible to watch, yet many people still cheered as their common man was dying for breaking some dumb law.

James raised both his eyebrows when she called herself a princess. His lips pressed together tightly as his eyes focused on her and for a very short, yet seemingly moment he thought about what she had said. The princess, James had never seen the princess, of course, she was there during the time James swore fealty to the King, but James had been so scared that he didn’t dare look up, and the princess was smaller and younger and look a lot different… but that was three years ago, was it not? In the short moment that past, the whole scene of his fealty flashed through his mind as he tried to remember the princess, but he could not, when he was dare he was so anxious and frightened that he didn’t dare look up front the ground he was kneeling on and the sword that he had placed on the ground to swear his blade to the king.

A smile quickly spread through his face and he roared in laughter, genuinely amused by such a notion. ”And I’m the Emperor of Almack, milady”[/color] he said mockingly, giving her a courteous bow that only furthered his already arrogant attitude towards her. ”This is my sister,”[/color] he gestured towards his grey courser Tiber who huffed at the notion ”Princess Asalah of Almack”[/color] he roared in laughter again. ”Honestly, just for saying that alone the king would have you hanged…”[/color] he shook his head slowly while smiling. Honestly, what would the princess be doing alone in the forest? She was the princess, she could have just as easily gone riding in some private field or in the courtyard, or gone riding to the forest with an escort of knights, or at least the prince or something of the sort. ”I doubt the real princess has ever even seen a horse to be honest, but don’t feel bad, had I been a stupider man, you might have fooled me”[/color] indeed, eating crow was a term James would soon become acquainted with- herp derp.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]