>>5346263>>5346428>>5346447You wanted to talk about useful things, like how to overthrow Baron Crook and thought something about pouring more wine to Lady Takable, but you forgot everything seeing her. The mix of the wine, the smell of strawberries that came from the lady, the moonlight, a small bit of pain from your leg and the crystalline sound of her voice made you forget everything. You looked at her more intensely when she was taking her goblet of wine, her thin musician hands, her skin in her pink dress who seemed a bit golden under the light of the torches coupled with the one of the stars. Her high cheekbones, the rosy skin of her cheek betraying her young age, the honey locks of her hair falling like a golden cascade around her swan neck. You looked at her full lips, at how they moved gracefully to sometimes reveal purely white teeth, and then at her eyes. Her almond shaped eyes so deeply blue that shined like two gems, calling you to come with a subtle look. You tried but your foot hurt you, by Saint Georges, if you were not wounded you would have taken her here, in this alcove. Inspired, like Thibaut by Blanche de Castille you wanted to offer her a third gem in plus of those two. You looked outside, saying.
-This sky is marvellous, shining, all clear, without any clouds to hide it. When I gaze at stars like this I want to take one from the firmament, and offer it to you as the central precious stone of a diadem. But I fear that it would pale before your eyes.
She smiled, shyly, and blushed, putting her elegant hand on the windowsill. And she answered.
-Charles... I... You are too kind... My shining knight. I do not know if I...
She seemed to have trouble speaking and put her thin hand on your strong one. Intertwining your fingers. You then tried to advance, even if your leg hurt, but she understood and advanced herself, caressing your cheek with her hand. You passed your hand behind her, feeling her lithe and soft body under your your hand. You then pushed her towards you for a kiss. She gasped, but quickly conceded you the kiss. You felt that she was not experienced but passionate. A virgin... You agreed, like most men, that if whores had more experience noble virgin girls were the best ones to bed. Words were no more useful, you began to cover her exposed neckline with kisses and she moaned. The wine helped you both want more clearly what was important... She told...
-Charles, my hero, my champion...
How could you resist to a woman calling you her hero ? You kissed her once more and told.
-I wanted to talk about Lord Neutral and our plots but... How could I, with you, your eyes, your...
You were trying to remove her robe when she said, gently, while she sat on your lap.
-Not before marriage Charles...
