A Piece from the Past (PG-17)

Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 27th July 2015

Characters: Corowal
Description: Corowal studies the Hold's history.
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 1, day 7 of Turn 8
Notes: Notes: somebody got bored... Anybody want to help me to discover what EFH
was like 300 turns ago? PG17ish towards the end.

Mentioned: Felyna
Rating: PG-17

Corowal carefully turned the frail page of an ancient, hidebound book. The
master of archives had found these diaries during a renowations in the
archieve room. They had been written by a Lady Holder around 300 Turns ago.
Corowal remember her painting, and showing it to Felyna. She had been quite
a woman and meticulous diary keeper. He continued reading:

~*~

"Day 5 of the month six,Turn 864 after Pass,

Lord Baylis of Onyx Hills Hold arrived today to finalize the marriage
contract between his son and mine daughter. And mine Lord husband was not
there to greet him as is proper..."

Lady Zacorrea stood at the threshold of her hold with a worried frown on
her face. At the age of 42 and after 6 children, she was still a great
beauty. "But husband, Lord Baylis arrives today and mine father comes for
Ricorrea's handfasting tomorrow. Thou can not go hunting today. Thou shalt
be here to greet..."

" Nonsense, darling. I shall bring fresh game to the dinner table. Thou
shall deal with the guests," the Lord of Emerald Falls interrupted his
wife. "Thou enjoy such activities. Baylis is bore who can not tell a high
breed canine from a mangy cur." Lord Rickiel was around decade older than
his wife, portly man who was far more interested in canines, runners,
drinks and hunting than ruling his hold. His holders had saying that only
things Lord Rickiel was good at was drinking, hunting and breeding. Besides
the six children with Zacorrea, he had almost as many illegitimate children.

Zacorrea's lips thinned with disapproval, but her lordly husband just
kissed her brow and took his roan stallion's reins from the stable boy. The
spirited runner beast danced and shied nervously when the Lord Holder
mounted him with grunts and curses.

"I worry about father, if he does not drink himself death, that beast of
his will throw him off saddle and break his neck," young Zarric said with
quiet tone. He stood just behind his mother's shoulder.

"Aye, tis my fear too," Zacorrea agreed. Her eyes met the eyes of one of
her husband's huntsmen. She lifted her eyebrow with a minuscule movement
and her left hand rose to her throat, making a small horizontal movement
back and forth before her fingers curled around the jewel hanging from a
neck chain. The huntsman made a faint nod. When he turned to looks his
Lord, his lips formed a cruel little smile.

Lord Rickiel called his hounds with a whistle, gave signal to his hunting
party and pressed his spurs against his runners flanks, "Hoya, Flying
Star!" He yelled.

Zacorrea watched him gallop away and her face was cold.

~*~

The silverware gleamed in the candlelight, utensils clattered against the
plates. Lord Baylis lifted his goblet to a toast: "For our children, shall
their union to be fruitful!" The others joined the toast.

Zarric leaned towards his mother. "Where is Father? He should be back by
now."

"I am sure he has just lost the track of time," Zacorrea murmured back.

That's when to boy ran in. She recognized him for a stable hand from her
husband's hunting party.

"My Lady, My Lady! Lord Rickiel..," the boy cried and kneeled in front of
her.

She paled and rose to her feet. "Tell me," she commanded.

"There was an accident, the Lord Holder is dead!" the boy wept when he told
the terrible news. Everyone was on their feet now.

"Mine husband? Gone?" Lady Zacorrea fainted, straight into the arms of Lord
Baylis.

~*~

"Day 5 of the month six, Turn 864 after Pass, nite: mine husband the Lord
is no longer, I am free!"

The Lady Holder pulled a cloak over her thin nightgown and waived off her
guards. She was just going out for fresh air, she would be quite safe
without them. She slipped out from side door and crossed into the dark
alley between dock warehouses. This time of the night it was empty,
abandoned. The men working on the docks gone to sleep. A figure approached
from the darkness, moving with silent, graceful strides of a predator.
"Mandon?" she whispered, her heart thundering in her ears.

"Aye, Milady, tis me," the huntsman replied silently.

She reached out with her arms and he stepped between them. "Thou did it.
How?" she whispered to his ear and nibbled his earlobe while his roughened
workman's hand pushed aside her cloak and gown to explore her silken skin.

"Tis was so easy. A twig placed under Flying Star's saddle blanket and the
beast's own volatile nature took care of the rest. A heavy set man like
him...he fell hard," Mandon replied, pressing his lips against hers. "Now,
I want mine reward," his tone was demanding.

"And rewarded thou shalt be," Zacorrea promised with sharp in breath when
his lips moved downwards and his unshaven chin tickled against her
sensitive skin. Her hands slipped under his tunic to stroke the hard
abdominal muscles.

He grunted with pleasure and lifted her skirts. She bit his shoulder to
silence her moans of pleasure when he banged her against the warehouse
wall.

~*~

Corowal woke up with a start just before his nose hit the desk. He rubbed
his face and shook his head to clear it. What a dream! His imagination had
filled in the details Lady Zacorrea's diary just hinted at. And what a
woman! Corowal stretched his back. And this woman was his
great-great-something-grandmother! Hopefully, Felyna wouldn't get any
ideas from her. Corowal chuckled and placed a bookmark between the pages
before gently closing the diary. He felt rather inspired by that diary and
the dream caused by it. "Oh, Felyna!" he got up to go to bed and to his
wife.

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