Knightly Affections VI
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It’s been a good year for the people of Camelot and King Arthur and his Knights. A good Harvest and Plentiful bounty for all subjects of his majesty and Queen Guinevere. Every one was happy as the Spring Festival started to come around. Merlin and the Knights were planning a party that no one in that century had ever seen. Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain were putting up banners on the castle and the other Knights were decorating the castle grounds in anticipation for all of the people to come and celebrate the new season.
Lady Jeanne and Sir Robert were in their own castle preparing for the festivities. Lady Jeanne is making a wonderful fruit salad and Sir Bob is making a wooden table to put all of the tributes and gifts on for King Arthur and Queen Guinevere from their subjects. Lady Jeanne and Sir Bob had been so happy this past year, So many things have been going on. The Battle which they thought they had lost each other. They are so bonded that they finish each other sentences and know what each other is thinking. Merlin appeared to them.
‘Uh oh! Here comes trouble!’ Sir Robert said, Jeanne Smiled. Merlin grinned slightly.
‘If you only knew…’ Merlin said.
‘What’s wrong Merlin? Has something happened to Arthur?’ Jeanne asked concerned.
‘No, My Dear. Arthur is fine, everything is going according to schedule for the festival. All is good in Camelot.’ Merlin answered.
‘Then why are you here? and that, ‘If you only knew’, sounded ominous.’ Sir Robert said.
‘It is true that everything in Camelot is well and good, But outside Camelot, Things are not what they seem.’ Merlin said.
‘Meaning?’ Jeanne asked curiously
‘Meaning that there might be an attack while the spring festival is going on. People will be having a good time while others are planning devious deeds.’ Merlin said.
‘Does King Arthur know about this?’ Sir Robert asked.
‘No, Not yet. I wanted to ask you two to go out and look around for anything that might help us contain an attack.’
‘Don’t you think the King should be notified if there is a threat?’ Sir Robert asked curiously.
‘Yes, All in good time.’ Merlin said.
‘Something doesn’t feel right here,’ Sir Robert said ‘The King should be the first to know if there is a threat, not us.’
‘But you forget the mystical powers of your wife. She will be able to contain an attack if it comes to that.’ Merlin said.
‘I know her powers, I almost lost her in that last battle. I don’t want to lose her again.’ Bob said. He looked at her and she smiled back at her Knight. ‘I still think Arthur should be notified. I am not comfortable going out there and not knowing if we will have the backing for it.’ Sir Robert said.
‘As you wish.’ Merlin said and disappeared.
‘Darling, was that Merlin or not? I think there is something else going on here.’ Sir Robert said.
‘Yes, my Beloved, that was Merlin but you are right. There is something more here than meets the eye.’ She said. ‘We will go to Camelot and visit my cousin. Just to make sure.’ She said. They packed up their goodies for the festival and left in a horse and wagon.
A couple of hours later they arrive at Camelot, people and Knights scurrying around and getting ready for tomorrows festival. The peasants bow and curtsey to her as she rides by. Even though she has been a member of Camelot for a few years now. she never really considered herself any kind of royalty, just a member of the community. She thought she was removed from the royal side of it and just wanted to be a regular person. She never gave herself off as royalty.
They got off of the wagon and unloaded the goodies for the festival. One of the other knights helped Sir Robert bring the table in to the ballroom. King Arthur greeted them as he saw Sir Bob and The other Knight bring in the table.
‘What brings you here so early my cousin? The festival starts tomorrow.’ Arthur said curiously. They kissed each other on each cheek.
‘Merlin paid me a visit. Said that there might be an attack. He was very vague, but that is normal with Merlin. He wanted Bob and I to check it out, But we wanted you to know about it as well.’ Jeanne said. Arthur paced the floor.
‘Curious, Merlin mentioned no such attack to me.’ Arthur said, still pacing the floor.
‘He said that no one is who they appear to be. I’m not really sure what that meant.’ She said. ‘He was very sure of an eminent attack though. He said my powers can stop it.’
‘Is there some way we can make sure what Merlin says is true?’ Sir Robert asked curiously.
‘Merlin has always been truthful to me. There is no reason to doubt his words.’ Arthur said.
‘I understand My Lord,’ Sir Robert said ashamedly.
‘I am not condemning you Good Knight. I understand your apprehension. This is a strange matter to consider.’ Arthur said.
‘If it is true, we will go look and bring you back a full report. I would like to request a couple of your best Knights to come with us. I think we may need a little help.’ Sir Robert said. He looked at Jeanne. ‘If that’s all right with you Beloved.’
‘Of course Dear, I was going to suggest it myself.’ She said and smiled. He smiled back. ‘One thing Merlin didn’t mention is where this attack was coming from. He didn’t tell us that part.’ She said.
‘Yes, that IS strange. He mentioned that some people are not what they seem, so maybe, someone from here in the village is plotting something. It might be worth looking around.’ Arthur said.
‘Yes, My lord. We will look around immediately. And keep an eye out on the festivities tomorrow.’ Sir Robert said. Arthur nodded his approval.
‘Good Man you have chosen Cousin. I like his thinking.’ Arthur said. Jeanne Smiled.
‘We chose each other.’ She said. Arthur smiled. And left them.
‘What shall we do now My Beloved?’ Bob asked.
‘Go to our room and then see if we can help in setting up the decorations for the festival.’ She said.
‘Good plan.’ He said, They took their bags to their room and then went out to the courtyard.
The peasants bowed and curtsied as they passed,
‘Please stop. I am one of you, I don’t need to be bowed to. I Just want to be your friend.’ She said.
‘If you say so Mistress.’ the female Peasant said.
‘Yes, I would like that very much.’ Jeanne answered. The woman bowed again.
‘Very well Mistress.’ She said and left. Jeanne and Robert chuckled.
‘You can’t get away from it, Darling. They want to love you and you can’t get away from it. You need to accept it.’ Sir Robert said.
‘I Have never felt like royalty. You know that. I feel like one of the regular people. Arthur knows what I’m talking about but he can accept it. I don’t want to accept it. I feel the need to be close to people. That is my way.’ She said.
‘And that is why they love you Darling. Because you are so accessible. They don’t fear you. They don’t fear Arthur either but they respect him.’ Sir Robert said. She smiled.
‘You always know the right thing to say.’ She smiled and they kissed. Sir Robert noticed Sir Gawain looking in their direction.
‘We are being watched.’ He said softly. She turned around and then turned back. She smiled.
‘So? Let them watch!’ She said, they laughed and kissed again. They walked around the courtyard hand in hand. Greeting all the people and helping with the decorations for the festival.
Night fell quickly. They said goodnight to the people, and they went back in to Camelot for something to eat. There was a feast fit for a king at the round table and all the knights, ladies, Arthur and Queen Guinevere, and Merlin at the table while the servants served them. Sir Robert eyed Merlin suspiciously, and he was curious as to why Sir Gawain was looking at them in the courtyard.
They were talking of the celebration and the decorations and how everyone was excited to hav
e the new season come. Arthur was happy to see his cousin again and so were the other lady’s. They had missed Jeanne’s company and hope she would stay for a longer period this time.
‘Lady Eleanor, You and all of the Ladies, and Queen Guinevere are always welcome in my home. Some times I wish I could just talk to women about a couple of things. But my Knight keeps me SO Busy!’ Jeanne said. The women laughed, the men just had bewildered looks on their faces. Which made them laugh even harder. Soon the evening was at a close and they all retired to their rooms. They all said goodnight and went in to their rooms.
‘What do I keep you so busy at Beloved?’ He asked curiously.
‘Sex, Dear.’ She said and smiled.
‘OHHH!’ He said and he kissed her. ‘Have I told you how much I love you?’ He asked. ‘Umm, Yes. Yesterday…. Not heard it today though!’ She said kiddingly.
‘OH! How could I have been so remiss? I love you with all my heart, all my soul and all my being. I want you, I need you, You are the only love I want.’ He said. She smiled. They kissed. He maneuvered her clothes off of her and she did the same for him. All the while kissing and caressing. They loved touching one another. They loved being so close and holding each other. They had a wonderful night of love making, one of the best that they have ever had. It seems to get better and better every time they make love. Like being on air, and effortless.
The next morning they awake still holding each other. They love it when they are so close. They get dressed and go downstairs to fix themselves something to eat before going back out and seeing what is happening. Or supposed to happen today.
As they are looking around Merlin and King Arthur are talking in Merlin’s lab.
‘She is a very smart woman Arthur. Even now she suspects something is wrong with the story I told them.’ Merlin said.
‘Yes I know, You don’t have to tell me how smart my cousin is. I know VERY well how smart she is. It would be a disservice to think of her as otherwise. But we must keep this secret. We MUST not let them know what we are planning.’ Arthur said.
‘How long do you think that that will last? Her Knight thinks something is strange as well.’ Merlin said cautiously.
‘Yes I know. He is smarter than I originally gave him credit for. But he and She have mixed so well. They are truly good for each other.’ Arthur said.
‘Yes, I agree.’ Merlin said.
Jeanne and Robert are walking around checking things out for the festival. She starts to clean a few things up. Straightening out a few barrels and pieces of wood. Another Peasant woman comes over to them.
‘No, My lady. You shouldn’t be doing this. It is my work, work for a slave and not for a lady such as yourself.’ She said.
‘I don’t mind it really. I prefer doing this. I am a regular person, like you.’ Jeanne said. The woman was taken aback.
‘No My Lady. You are far above menial tasks. That is for someone like me, A no one.’ she said with her head down.
Jeanne lifted the woman’s head up. ‘Listen to me. You are not a no one. You have a right to be here as I do. I don’t care about my background or anyone else’s for that matter. To me, Everyone has the same rights and place, No matter where you come from.’ She said, The woman smiled.
‘Truly, My Lady?’ She asked. Jeanne nodded.
‘Yes, I do.’ Jeanne answered. The woman hugged Jeanne
‘That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.’ The woman said and smiled. They finished cleaning up around the area.
‘See? I told you they love you for you and not just because you are King Arthur’s cousin.’ Bob said.
‘Yes, you were right, AGAIN!’ she said and smiled. They kissed. The woman sighed as they continued cleaning up the area.
A few hours later, the festivities have started. Jugglers, Magicians, Jesters were walking around entertaining the people. Booths were set up so people could sell their wares. Jeanne and Bob were walking around hand in hand and stopped by one of the booths that sold jewelry. He bought Jeanne a necklace and put it on her.
‘A beautiful bauble but nothing in comparison to your beauty My Lady.’ He said. She was overwhelmed by his words. She thought no one could ever talk to her like that. But every time she thinks that he can’t say anything to top the last compliment he gave her, he comes out with something new and more beautiful than the last. She hoped it would never stop. She kissed him. and looked lovingly in to his eyes. King Arthur approached a platform that was made for him. He announced to the crowd.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your Attention please?’ Arthur announced. Everyone stopped talking and looked towards the platform. ‘As most of you know, this is MORE than a celebration for a good harvest, Although that is a very good reason for a party!’ He said and everyone laughed.
He continued, ‘This is MUCH more than a celebration of good food, this is a celebration of a great couple of people who have been with us for a few years and have been married for a year this spring. I know you wanted this to be a thank you for all the work that they have done and the magic that they have brought in to our lives. May I introduce to you all, my cousin Lady Jeanne and her husband Sir Robert.’ Arthur announced. Jeanne and Bob had shocked looks on their faces and the went up to the platform, as the people applauded.
‘Arthur! This is such a surprise! Making us come here under false pretenses, But I love you for it anyway!’ Jeanne said and they hugged.
‘This wasn’t my idea, Well I WOULD’VE thought of it, but it was these people who wanted to do this for you. You are loved here my cousin. I we all hope you will stay.’ Arthur said.
‘Well, I suppose I will just have to then!’ She said to Arthur. She turned to the People. ‘Is that all right with you?’ She asked. and they all said yes and applauded. ‘Well then, How can I refuse?’ She said and they applauded more. They all got off of the platform and mingled in with the crowd. The people in the crowd gave them gifts and welcomes.
They went home after 3 days of festivities and had a very good nights sleep.
THE END
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IncestAn Easter Tale. By Kyorii. Chapter 01 The tale of me. I loved reading stories I've been an avid reader all of my life, Mum said that I was a dreamer, but I just loved stories especially the ones with happy endings. In stories the impossible seems possible and magical things can and do happen, I recently read an old fable about a goddess called Ostara who loved children and to entertain them she one day changed her pet bird into a rabbit, the new rabbit then created brightly...
A sting in the Tale Brigid lay in the hospital bed, as impassive as ever. I couldn't help but wonder how much she actually understood of what was about to happen to her. We had told her she was finally to be rid of that most erroneous anomaly that lay between her legs. As it existed now it was shriveled and atrophied and devoid of function. She seemed willing, perhaps even excited to be rid of it. Not that her emotional range really extended as far as excited. It really only...
The Displaced Detective, Part 1 (A Body Hopper Tale) By Limbo's Mistress Chapter One "Here you go, Detective," the barista behind the counter said with a little smile. "One double espresso latte with whole milk." I returned the smile as I reached out to take the cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks," I said. The pretty young clerk smiled again and turned to help her next customer, leaning slightly over the counter. Instinctively, my eyes slid down to admire her pert rear showcased...
The First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...
Synopsis.What happens when a man is taken by a woman who needs a pet? Remember: A man is not just for Christmas!An Adult Female Domination Tale by Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughCopyright ? 2013 Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughTell Tale-----------The footsteps sounded hollow on the bare boards of the floor as she walked towards me. I could not see her, all was dark before my eyes, but her presence was tangible. A force that had captured me and confined me for her...
Teen Fuck Toy – A Thanatos Tale – Part One Author's Note: This fictional tale contains images of torture and humiliation.It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasyand reality. -- Cerberus In a quiet section of Manhattan, a large anonymous brownstone serves as arest home for some members of the Thanatos Society who are too old to carefor themselves. While the residents are wealthy enough to pay a staff to carefor them at their homes, in their declining years...
The Legend of the Latex Princess Rubber Fairy TaleBy Darqside There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist.? She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants.? She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her.? In...
William?s Tale William?s Tale By Lorgrom Hey there my name is William I?m 46 just under 5?8? and 166 lbs. I?m your average looking African-American. Unlike my inner-city brothers, I grew up in a lower upper class city. While most of the kids in school were white they accepted me as one of their own. Since my father was the lawyer for many of their parents. During my senior year of collage, I met Gwen. She was a freshman, who was only there because she qualified for one of those grants...
Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...
The Perfect Wife ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One The Perfect Family ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One Note:? This is a work of fiction.? Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ?A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? -- Alexander Pope Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly...
The main character here is aligned to one member of our small social/support group who is a country mile ahead of the rest of us in passability, but lacks the confidence to make the most of the gift in anything other than events for crossdressers. The story itself is unintentionally longer than previous ones that I have posted, but it took a long time to write and kept hoovering up new sections. It is just a shame that I could not think of a decent ending, so if readers think the story...
"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...
HumorA Cat's Tale By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Author's note: This story was in part inspired by a very strange dream I had recently. Chapter 1 Derek Silva logged onto his computer. He had recently found a very interesting chatroom, and he was hoping that there would be some exciting people in there that evening. It was a little after eleven PM, but Derek didn't care; it was summer, and he had no worries until fall when his college classes started up again. He...
Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...
FetishNote All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or company names have inadvertently been used My Lady's Descent, the Butlers Tale. I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day. Mr Harrison my lord's stock broker and adviser arrived just after...
The group watched Iverson intently as he took a long swig from his mead pouch. The darkness fell around the group as they sat beside the brightly burning fire, drinking their mead and finishing off their stew. Iverson finally spoke: - Well. Where to begin? He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women! They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal...