Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice smiled up at him, “I’m glad you know them, I just wished you had a bit more of your homeland with you. The blacksmith was happy to make both of them for me.” She kissed him back, lacking a bit in passion, still worried over what would happen were she accused of murder. Nodding to Mathilde, she rose and prepared the small dinner for them while they talked. Some things she had mentioned to her father about her thoughts of the lords.

“I wish for him to be a lord, perhaps a second in command to Ne’ebo… I know he must be knighted first but I know he is a trustworthy and loyal man that looks up to you and fights well from what I have observed. His wife worries, she is expecting and they are in need of money. This would provide and it wouldn’t be given to them, he would earn it.” She squeezed his hand appreciating that he even took the time to ask. Some men never considered a woman’s thoughts.

Fenice takes the plate offered by Mathilde, her stomach is rumbling and she has barely eaten all day so the food is welcome. The continued talk is interesting and she isn’t needing to input save a bit. A lord of education intrigued her and she found it was a good idea. “I feel that would be an essential part of our kingdom, to make us a thriving nation of educated and well versed people that can defend their home, their women and their family.”

She finished eating listening to them carry on about all the old lords and the positions they held. Whether they were important or not, most divvied up their various tasks and took all the money for themselves. She was surprised to learn that they had cheated; she had been so caught up in the chess games she barely remembered the conversations going on around them. Her jaw dropped as she found out how much money there was in the vaults and it was only part of it. Her eyes landed on her father as shocked as he was.

“He chose me…” Her lips mouthed back before returning Ne’ebo’s easy smile. “That is truly remarkable my knight.” She handed her plate off to Mathilde and placed her head against his shoulder. Smiling at her father, she made a request. “Father, why don’t you challenge Ne’ebo or the Archbishop to a game of chess?” She smiled up at him, her fingers wound into Ne’ebo’s as her father and the Archbishop moved away to try out the new chess set.

“You will not leave me tonight? I will have you stay in my room, I will dress first and then you shall come in. Mathilde will peek in on us and you will wake me before you go… but not too early. You have no competitions tomorrow and can take breakfast with me, yes?” Her fingers lifted and traced his jaw, she would beg him but tonight she didn’t want to be alone. Yes the lords were being threatened but that still didn’t make her feel safe knowing that the man she killed would have had his way with her if given the chance.

Sighing she settled against him, the dress uncomfortable. Corset digging into her tender flesh, even though they made her breasts a lovely display. “Ne’ebo, my wedding dress will cause you to melt into a puddle at my feet,” She whispered the words softly into his ear before kissing his cheek and rising to leave. “I am exhausted, too much excitement today… Ne’ebo, will you escort me to my rooms and watch over me?” Elias looked up from his game watching the duo. It was safer for them to part ways but he understood his daughter’s fears and nodded to the couple.

Fenice hung to his arm and showed him into her sitting room; leaving him there, she moved through the doors and changed as quickly as possible. Practically ripping the corset off her trim body, she dressed in a thin nightdress and left herself bare beneath save a thin pair of panties. She called him in when she was brushing her hair at her vanity. Eyes shimmering as she gazed at her mother’s crown on the edge of her vanity. She felt so blessed in that moment and completely exhausted as well.

Ne'ebo found that his exertions and little sleep was finally catching up with him and was lightly dozing when Mathilde called him. He had already pulled off his boots and his outer robes and now he took off his under robes and brought his swords into the room. He lay his swords by the bed then turned to see Fenice and he once again was stunned at her image. "My love I have never before seen such a woman..you always manage to still my very heart with your beauty."

He took her in his arms and lay in bed with her covering them up as he held and kissed her. Now he lay beneath her and with a heavy sigh she felt the rolling strength of his body slowly relax and his eyes seemed calmer than ever before. Mathilde has locked the door to her rooms and only she will be able to get to them and knowing this Ne'ebo truly allows himself to truly settle himself since he had arrived.

"You are very kind to Trala and her father my love. I will need to see him work before i name him as my second. I believe he would make a fine captain of the guards in any case as the captain in command when i arrived has mysteriously vanished. He had been Tallow's chosen man a complete idiot and a very cruel man with many enemies. When his masters had been removed he had fled not daring to face Elias, Ne'ebo or most of all Fenice who he had never protected properly either through sloth or intention.

Ne'ebo ran a hand up and through Fenice's hair thinking his eyes studying how the candlelight caught in her locks. "What are you thinking about my love?"

After a few minutes of discussion he pulled her into a kiss then held her to his chest and soon was fast asleep. He held her close the whole night through and when he woke fully rested many hours later he smiled stroking her hair then when Mathilde came in with breakfast he gently shook and kissed her awake. "Awake my love. It is time for our breakfast."

Turning in her stool, she watched him removing his under robes leaving him in only his leggings. As he turned, she stood to face him, blue eyes dancing over the bare expanse of chest he presented to her. Fenice couldn’t help but feel her heart beat pick up as she thought this would be what their wedding night would be like. Rushing to him, she smiled and pressed her slighter form against his as he tucked them away into bed.

Mathilde moved about blowing out candles and banking the fire on the hearth before locking the door and slipping to her room at the side. Pressing her lips to his she ignored the maid and placed her hands over his heart. “You take my breath away Ne’ebo,” She whispered settling against him before he spoke. She knew he’d need to see the man work before bestowing the position to him, then again she also knew that Trala’s father would prove himself worthy.

She lay silently in his arms, listening to him breathing and feeling his hand move through her length of hair. Pulling her arms up she rested her chin on top of her hands and looked down into his face. “Perhaps name him captain of the guard after he is knighted and teach him your way. Lead him and groom him to be your second in command, though I do think sir Kay and Sir William would also fare well as men of leadership under you.” She smiled.

“Other than all of that, I was thinking of how much I love you.” She rose pressing her lips to his, passion swept through her but she kept it at bay and kept the kiss sweet and light. “Goodnight my love, Merry Christmas.” It wasn’t long before she too fell asleep listening to his even breathing. It was a good and much needed deep sleep.

Fenice felt the gentle shake, and groaned before stretching her slight frame out fully against him. Her body warm as she pressed to him more tightly. She blinked her eyes open in time to see him pressing forward. Kissing him back, she sighed when their lips parted. “I am awake, though I think I’d prefer to lie in your arms for longer.” She smiled up at Mathilde who shook her head at her.

“Your bath is drawn, and I also have one drawn for Ne’ebo… in HIS room.” She smiled at the princess and her man. “Breakfast will be quick and then you may bathe separately before dressing and heading out with whatever plans you have to carry out today.

Fenice slipped out of bed after another kiss. Sliding into one of the chairs, she shivered and took a long drink of the hot coffee before diving into her bowl of porridge with honey. Fresh fruit lay on a plate between them and a pot containing more coffee sat to the side.

Mathilde moved about the room making the bed and pulling clothes from the wardrobe. Watching her Fenice couldn’t help but notice the maid didn’t check the bed this time. A smile crossing her lips she knew they were trusted. However, she couldn’t help but feel this was only a one time deal.

The tender kisses between the two were too wonderful. Too perfect. Too short. When Mathilde came in and ordered them apart Ne'ebo all but snarled at her.

He did thank her for breakfast and he ate as ordered but he did so silently his eyes on his Fenice. When Mathilde shooed him out to bath he stole another kiss and said. "Meet me at the stables when you are ready."

He went and bathed silently then got dressed into more casual robes and his swords and went down to the stables to wait patiently for his beloved. He was standing there when the horse nudged him. he turned and stared at it. He had once asked Elias about Fenice's horse and after getting quite a details he was sure he would know her anywhere. and here she was.

Ne'ebo stared at the filthy horse but he knew her. He began to bathe clipping her mane, fixing her hoofs, and shoeing her trimming her tail and brushing her down a number of times still marveling that the horse had returned to her mistress. When he heard Fenice coming he called out. "Stay there My princess."

He peeked out to see Fenice then he turned to the horse. "Go to her." and released the horse who, giddy with excitement, walked out to see Fenice while Ne'ebo watched from the doorway curious as to how this reunion between the old friends would go.

Her lips pressed to his before he was shooed out. “I will…” She breathed out against his cheek.

Fenice shook her head at her maid, “Be nice, we weren’t doing anything and even if we had…” She sighed, “You would already know…” The maid grimaced at her before shooing her off to bathe. Soaking in the tub, she thought of Ne’ebo and how it would be to be married and not have to be shooed away from one another. Sighing she scrubbed her skin and then her hair.

Climbing from the tub, she wrung out her hair and wrapped a towel about herself. Mathilde brushed and braided her hair before wrapping the braids about her head. The long sleeved deep yellow gown fit about her form loosely. She was warm in the dress but outside it was cold even though the sun was shining. Snow had been shoveled off walkways and streets.

Fenice moved through the town, her thick soled boots carrying her to the tall barn. “Ne’ebo?” She called out as she drew closer. His called answer stopped her in her tracks and she clasped her hands waiting. Perhaps he was working on something; she had no animal here since its being sold. The thought saddened her slightly.

The sound of hooves caught her attention and made her glance toward the entrance. Mouth open she hardly believed her eyes. “Gala!” she exclaimed. The horse nickered and she ran forward before wrapping her arms about the horse’s strong neck, crying soft tears of joy. This was too much. Fenice dried her eyes and ran to Ne’ebo.

Small arms wrapped tight about him as she tugged on his head pulling his face down to hers. “You have no idea what this means to me…. thank you!” She kissed him now, tenderly with building passion. Passion that threatened to overflow the female. It was perfect. Gala, being ignored by her mistress, nudged her gently.

Breaking the kiss she smiled up at him and then at the horse. “I think Gala is ready to ride. Are you ready as well?” It had been a while but she felt safe and knew Ne’ebo would not let anything bad happen to her on his watch. She continued smiling at him softly, the sun causing her blue eyes to twinkle.

"Do be careful with her My princess. She was just standing there when i came down. Doubt she has been ridden in a while." He helped her up ontop the horse then mounted his own and led her out onto one of her favorite trails also having checked on it from her father.


He kept them at a slow pace letting Fenice enjoy the first ride she had had in a good while. He did not speak for sometime just enjoying her happiness. His massive warhorse, black as midnight in a cave, who was so well behaved Ne'ebo rarely had to touch the reins, eyed Gala curiously and perhaps a bit...excitedly.

"Easy boy." Ne'ebo patted the horse's thick neck. "You have too ask her Mistress. And wait until she is ready." The horse looks up at Fenice and nickers. "My love Mayonaka (Midnight) would like to know if your lovely mare gala is ope to a a possible liaison between the two of them." he nickers again. "He promises to behave himself and to wait until she is ready of course."

He nickered yet again and Ne'ebo rolled his eyes. "no i will not translate your messages to Gala. Tell her yourself." Ne'ebo looked over at Fenice and smiled. "Mayonaka and I have been together for seven years. One of the smartest horses I have ever met. Though gala seems to be more impressive. She did find her way back to you somehow."

“I will,” She stated as he helped her upon the horses back. Gently grey with a black mane, Fenice didn’t know what type of horse she was, probably a mixed breed. Either way she had loved her from the first moment they’d met. She sat sidesaddle on the back of the horse. Reins held loose but firmly within her hands. The ride was off to a smooth start, her blue eyes narrowing on the male as he guided them onto her favorite trail. It was best in winter, with the snow everywhere. It hung from the branches and the coolness of night created icicles on the rock walls they passed through.

Gala seemed to notice the attention the black steed gave her, flicking her tail flirtatiously. If that was possible. Fenice laughed at the words Ne’ebo stated from the large male horse. Dainty gloved hand gripped the reins while the other lifted to her face, hiding her wide smile as her own horse huffed and tossed her head in response. Fenice was certain with the way her horse preened that she was all for the idea, though she would likely play hard to get.

“I’m sure she had a bit of help…” Fenice smiled at him, her hand stroking the black mane of the horse she rode. “Silly steed, thinking my mare will accept him. She is like her mistress; her heart must be won first.” Her eyes fell to Ne’ebo, wishing for her own liaison with him. Biting the inside of her lower lip, she looked away and watched the scenery. Gala slowed her gait and seemingly moved closer to the male. Close enough her tale could flip along his side.

Fenice glanced to Ne’ebo, “I think they will be at it before we are.” A faint smile flickered across her lips before she spurred her horse on through the other side of the rocky walls. The view breaking through over the village and castle, having wound up from the opposite side. Hopping down from Gala’s back Fenice allowed her to graze freely as she walked to a stone ledge and sat soaking up the suns warm rays. “Come join me… allow the lovers to talk.” She smiled at him.

Ne'ebo slipped down beside her taking her hand. "Very well my love." He looked back at Mayonaka. "You behave. I mean it." The horse nickered and nodded.

Ne'ebo walked along with her to the ledge and helped her sit then sat beside her kissing her hand. "Have I mentioned that you are beautiful and I love you yet today?"

He smiled as he looked out over the land below and nodded happily. "Such a beautiful land. I am proud to live here. But I am also glad that when we wed you will rule this great nation. Not me. I am not worthy of your hand or the throne but i want one. I will protect both with my life and all I am." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly.


Several miles away a group of people were meeting around a ceremonial rock stained black with centuries of blood. The figures all wear long black cloaks with heavy hoods hiding their faces. There is no speech on the appearance of a large ram which they hold down as their leader slit it's throat the blood pouring down the rock. The leader touched the blood and spoke in a low guttural voice that was not their own. Showing the blood to the others they said, "So shall end the line of Arthur Pendragon. So shall be the end of of Elias the Golden Knight and his daughter Fenice."

Fenice held his hand, fingers intertwined with his. Her lips moved over his cheek, “Yes, but I love hearing it.” She placed her head against his arm. Glancing at the horse’s she laughed, Gala eyeing the male as they grazed kept bumping the male gently with her nose before turning from him.

Following his gaze out over the land she smiled, Camelot was beautiful. His words were touching; she returned his kiss and stroked his cheek tenderly. Breaking the kiss she gazed into his eyes, “You are worthy of my hand, my body, my heart … and you shall have all. I need a strong male at my side when I rule and I am happy and blessed that it is you.”

“You make me happy; I love you very much… I will protect you with all I am as well. You may someday find out what it means to be a daughter of King Elias. My father has taught me well but I think I would prefer for you to take over that area…” Stroking his cheek, she smiled before standing and kissing him again. Then, like her horse, she was off. Skirts lifted she ran through the snowy field laughing, not at all aware of the turmoil rising against the Pendragon bloodline.

He smiled at her words kissing her back stroking her neck then blinking as she suddenly took off. he grinned and leaped to his feet and chased after her. "Fenice..." he gently called out as he ran easily. He ran through the trees easily, vaulting over the lower obstacles, swinging past others, and sliding under the others. He stayed close but let the chase drag out grinning rather enjoying it.


He would kick off trees grab branches and hurl his body forward into space after her his long ago jungle training and careful continuation of it over the years until like now it was also second nature. He leapt from tree to tree and seeing where she was heading he began to move forward on her until the perfect moment.

As her flight lead Fenice through a break in the trees a large powerful body landed before her scooped her up in his arms then with feigned force swung her to the ground kissing her deeply Ne'ebo's hair falling around their faces tickling her cheeks. "You run quickly my love." he stroked her cheek as he kissed her smiling.

Back in Camelot Elias, The Archbishop, and Mathilde were [preparing the items needed for the new lords. They had decided that the Lord of Education would be Sir Barnabas a very skilled but old knight who had spent years teaching himself quite a bit. They worked quickly wanting to name the new lords tonight.

She heard him call her name but on she went, one hand lifting and tugging her braid free. Long hair flowed back away from her face as she ran. Fenice knew not to look behind her and continue along the path, the sounds that she heard in the tree she knew was he.

Sparing a glance behind her, she ran full force into a hard, yet soft body. “Oomph,” She said letting out her breath. Knowing it was he and she was safe she didn’t scream, simply laughed as she went to the ground. She pressed to him as close as she could, lips pressed tightly to his as they kissed. His hair brushed against her face and neck, tickling the sensitive skin.

“So do you…” She panted and kissed him again. Having had their fun, he righted the woman and they moved hand in hand back to their horses. Fenice resting her head on his arm, her body cold and trembling slightly. “I’m cold, we should head back.”

The ride back was silent. Gala flipping her tail into Mayonaka and bumping her hind quarter into his. “Easy girl… I know it’s exciting, but I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself.” She scratched the mare behind her ears. She smiled at Ne’ebo.

When they returned to the stables, they each brushed their horses down, Gala nickering and whinnying gently at the male horse, as though having a conversation. Fenice shook her head, peering at Ne’ebo over the horses back. She knew exactly what the female horse was feeling, the male she wanted stood before her yet she couldn’t touch him. The horse had a very different situation.

Ne'ebo took her hand and lead her inside kissing her neck. "Well my beautiful princess shall we have eat?" Before she could answer the pair were ambushed by Elias, Mathilde and the Archbishop who dragged them off tot he first meeting of the new lords who were all standing looking very pleased but also nervous and worried.

Ne'ebo helped Fenice sit then took his place and waited for the meeting to begin. Elias stood and called the meeting to order then sat, introduced everyone, explained the purpose of the meeting then sat back and let it go as it would.

Everyone was much more relaxed though Lord Quentin did ask for a week to go over the funds which were beginning to stream in through gifts, debts and other reasons or methods of payment at a slow but steady rate without the lords getting in the way. Lord Barnabas had a number of ideas of
on instituting an education program throughout Britain. Lord Carmicheal reported a number of diplomatic meetings that would need to be handled before the upcoming tournament for Fenice's hand. Lord Perth reported a long list of new lots that had transferred back to the throne and the massive tracts of land would go a long way to replenishing the treasury. Ne'ebo waited until everyone else was completely done then reported that he had already signed more than a hundred and fifty knights to the army and new recruits were pouring in to join as Ne'ebo had offered a simple but quite effective method. He was offering a salary of four gold ducats every two weeks and fresh bread and meat every three days, more than enough to feed them and their families. He was already restructuring the royal guard and Trala's father had already taken command not needing to be a knight or lord for that job though both would go a long way to aiding his family. Ne'ebo reported that every one he had recruited had sworn absolute loyalty to Elias.

He sighed and smiled. "Your Graces it would see m that our nation is about to improve in every way. Thanks to you." he stood, as did the other lords and they bowed to the royals then someone, likely one of the guards, began to applaud and soon all of them were. Not for Ne'ebo. But only for Elias and Fenice.

His warm lips on her chilled neck caused her to tremble; blinking her blue eyes up at him, she smiled and opened her mouth to speak. However, the ambush stopped the words. Seated at her father’s side with Ne’ebo’s help she felt very alone, as Ne’ebo had to sit amongst the new lords as well as the Archbishop, leaving only the two royals at the slightly raised table.

Fenice zoned out, the money coming in was not surprising but it was nothing that required her full attention. Eyes wide open she fought a gasp when one spoke up wanting to ensure that several meetings had to be done before her tournament or possibly pushing back the start date of it. Setting her jaw, she glanced at Elias and shook her head slightly no. That was not going to happen, it couldn’t. Emotions stronger than her already wanted to attack the knight, if things were pushed back, she’d be forced to disgrace herself and be stripped of her crown if anyone found out.

Her eyes fell to Ne’ebo when he began to speak up. She liked the idea of paying them; the hunting would improve their skills and provide them with meat. The extra meet would be given to the castle in payment for the extra bread. She had yet to speak with her father about knighting Trala’s father; she would bring it up soon. Isabella, Trala’s mother, was worried. Although her father, Aaron, was not. He trusted Ne’ebo and felt more secure with asserting his command over the men.

With loyalty at one hundred percent Fenice knew they would be more secure and able to press back should they be challenged at any point. Smiling out at the men she stood as they applauded, her arms wrapped about her father. It was the first time they were fully and truly free, it felt powerful.

“I would like to bring up a male for knightship, Aaron Ward. His wife Isabella is with child and I’d like to see to it that their daughter Trala is given the best opportunities. She is so smart and willing to learn. I think making him a knight would go further with them. He is well on his way to being a most wonderful addition to our forces.” She looked about for Sir Boris and sent a questioning look to her father. Perhaps he didn’t understand that she truly wanted himself and his family within their ranks. The children were lively and a welcome addition to the school system that they were attempting to implement.

Boris had already agreed to move to England has his family loved it so much since his lord, his father Alexander, had passed away recently making Boris the lord. Ne'ebo had not told Fenice at Boris' request as he wanted to tell everyone himself.

Elias nodded at her request and looked at Ne'ebo. "Does he need to pass any tests?" Ne'ebo shook his head. "No Your Grace." Elias nodded again and called out. "Aaron son of Hiram step forward." Aaron was called and came in nervously going to his king and kneeling. "Yes my lord? How may i serve you?" He froze as he heard Elias' sword drawing from the new sheath. no one moved or spoke as the blade lowered to Aaron's shoulders. "Aaron son of Hiram i name you a knight of Camelot and of Arthur my great forebear. Serve the kingdom well as the captain of my royal guard. May your service never waver. You have my friendship and my love Sir Aaron of Camelot. Rise and greet your brothers." Aaron slowly stood letting otu his held breath with a weak. "thank you Your Grace..." His eyes still dazed he started to turn when Ne'ebo lifted him in a bone crushing hug. "Welcome my friend!!!" Now Aaron was smiling as the others made much of him and his wife and daughter were called in to be told. Lord Qunetin was to handle the moving of their things and selves into the castle.

Ne'ebo moved to stand behind Fenice and whispered. "My princess you are a marvel. And do not worry. Our wedding shall not be delayed." He took her hand and squeezed it gently trying to assure her.

Across the English channel more than five hundred barons, dukes, kings, and self proclaimed Emporer's were gathering their things to take to the tournament and were all training for the time they would win Fenice's hand. Ne'ebo's exploits were well known now but he was dismissed as a fluke. They would best him in the sword or the joust as that was the only two events that would be taking place in the tournament and though they would run concurrently more than a thousand names had already been accepted into the tournament and many more would be. It was going to be a very long tournament but thankfully the kingdom could bear it and the massive amounts of money that would be made during the event. Ne'ebo would have quite the task to win his love's hand but the young man showed not even the slightest concerned though his own training schedule appeared to be arduous, dangerous, and rather intimidating to the other knights who had volunteered to train with him. He would be one of the few English knights that would be competing but many had come to learn from him, including quite a few of his soon to be opponents. the tournament was promising to be quite the exciting affair.

She knew Boris would have to make arrangements but being kept in the dark was a much needed surprise. All those she held dear would be in the same kingdom, life was looking up. The tournament caused her no need for worry, she believed in Ne’ebo. A bug had been placed in her ear, she’d overheard one of the servants ask another what the princess would do if Sir Ne’ebo didn’t win. She didn’t want to think about it and it made her panic. As much of her that knew he’d win, a small part of her wondered if he might lose.

She’d refuse to marry the male or if she did, she would run away with Ne’ebo, back to Africa or Japan, anywhere as long as she was with him. Eyes moved over Ne’ebo and her father as they spoke before the lords. Aaron appeared after a moment of being called; Fenice could sense his panic and smiled because of it. At his rising she stepped back, the throng of men to greet and congratulate him was great. The bone crushing hug from Ne’ebo made her smile widely. A soft giggle at her side made her turn away from the sight, Trala and Isabella rushed in and were greeted in the same way.

Fenice smiled at her little friend as she danced around the room, the idea of her being in the castle thrilled her. Ne’ebo’s voice was soothing in her ear; she closed her eyes and listened to him talk leaning slightly back. She believed him, but that niggling fear poked up. She turned and faced him. “What if you aren’t successful… the servants are questioning. I want to believe it won’t happen, but what if… I won’t marry another man, I won’t.” She wrapped her arms around him in the corner of the room.

After a few moments of holding him and being held, she lifted her head and kissed him. The people in the room she trusted and so did Ne’ebo. If they were going to win this, the room would support and choose him as well. Losing herself in the kiss, she allowed herself to melt into him, nothing mattered, she would find a way to be with him. Pulling back, she whispered softly, “I love you, with all of my heart and soul.”

Fenice was not foolish; she knew men from all over were gearing up to fight for her hand. Just because the lords were gone did not mean that the men they wanted for her were. They pulled Jarn from the depths of hell, others would surely follow suite. Sir Kay and Sir William were rumored to have entered but only to fight and help Ne’ebo by ridding the competition of a few men. She wasn’t sure how true it was, though she heard of others doing the same. The tournament would be huge, something that would prolong the marriage ceremony from happening.

"I love you too Fenice. With all I am." He stroked her face as they kissed gently squeezing her to his chest his lips hot upon hers. "I will win Fenice. I swear it."

Kay, William, and quite a few others had tried to join but Ne'ebo had refused to allow them to not wanting them to risk their burgeoning relationships with their women or their lives and though they had tried they had been unable to circumvent him as had Boris, Ewing, and many others. He had only allowed a very select few. He would not risk English life and he also did no want to face people he had already beaten.

Boris made his announcement just when things were beginning to calm down and everyone again went wild congratulating and welcoming him to his new home.

After he was done congratulating Boris and Aaron Ne'ebo found Fenice, kissed her again, then left to go train. He had provided a number of new machines and tools for the knight's training area and had also expanded it and once stripped down to his leggings he got to work. He started by putting on a heavy suit that covered his entire with an immense weight and began to practice his forms with his swords until he was moving with his usual blinding speed. Then he started hurling spears, weights, and large rocks all over the place. He went to a practice horse that weighed at least as much as Midnight and lifted it up then tossed it aside as well. The knights watching were simply terrified.

When Ne'ebo had been young in Africa he had ventured often into the jungles and learned to move and fight from the animals there, having to kill many with his bare hands. He had soon become the most agile, quickest, and easily the strongest person in his village and he had carefully maintained that strength and his other skills his entire life and now its cumulative effect was to make him the strongest man in Britain. He had not even told Fenice this but she had also not asked.

Ne'ebo pointed at the knights. "Come on gents. Let's wrestle." They started to argue as he was still in his weights but he ignored them and they sighed but started it. There were fifty of them. Five minutes later all fifty were laid out on the ground panting and gasping in pain. Ne'ebo had not caused any really harm but he had fought like a demon dancing through them light as ever and causing them to not only hurt each other but to protect him unintentionally as he slowly brought them down. "Come on boys. Lets try again." For the next two hours they tried everything they could think of. They would swarm him en masse. He would dance through them and drop them easily. They tried dividing and catching him in an ambush situation but they could not catch him as he leapt over and around them. They tried singly, teams, groups and even took his offer of using weapons. They did land touches on him but they never hit him hard enough to slow him even slightly. His endurance was far beyond theirs and when they were all too exhausted he smiled down at them, Kay especially. "Come on lads. Fifty to one. how did I beat you?' Kay groaned. " I don't know..."

Ne'ebo smiled sat crossing his legs and started with Kay and began to teach him exactly how Ne'ebo had bested such a large group. Each of these knights had signed on for the army but Ne'ebo, sensing their true skill, had decided to mold them into his own image. This is how he began. He started by getting them all to wear weights and increase the weight by twenty pounds every twelve hours which would expand their strength exponentially, showing them to do forms while wearing forms, but most importantly taught them hand to hand combat, then weapons beginning basically then slowly moving on to the most masterful techniques, only allowing the best students to move on. This process would be lengthy but he had weeks to train them and in so doing would also increase his own speed, strength, and skills.

“You better, for I know not what I would do with myself if it did not come to pass.” She was leaning up for another heated, yet tender kiss when the door opened and Sir Boris made his announcement. Breaking away from Ne’ebo, she congratulated him and his family, being grasped in a bear-like hug. She hugged his wife and each of his children. Trala and Isabella pulled her into an emotional hug as well.

The moment passed and things calmed. She smiled up at Ne’ebo, returned his kiss and watched him exit. They had yet to eat lunch and with the crowds now parting, Fenice invited the females to her room. The tailor was once again coming and her wedding gown was being started. Because of the time it would take to make it she was starting soon.

Mathilde brought up lunch, various breads, fruit and meats as well as tea. They ate laughed and talked of their men. Trala spoke of her hearts wish, that Ne’ebo would win the tournament and become Fenice’s husband. “I do to my dear one.”

“We all do,” Isabella stated, while Mathilde and Boris’s wife, Siobhan, agreed. The children laughed and giggled.

Fenice was measured from head to toe by the tailor and seamstresses; she stood still in her undergarments as they worked. Several colors were brought and she chose a silky cream color. The embroidery would take a while but she knew this was what she wanted. Instead of carrying flowers on her day, she planned on her dress being accented with silk flowers made from the fabric of her dress.

The crown for her future husband was being fashioned after both of hers. The crown she would wear as queen and the one she wore now as a princess. Her father wished to step down once she was married, something Fenice didn’t want. She knew if he did, he might slack off and become bored in his life. He’d waste away and die and she’d be alone with only Ne’ebo for comfort, not that it was a BAD thing. It was simply something she didn’t want to deal with, not when she could have him healthy and at her side.

The day drug on, the younger children were tucked into the princess’ bed for a nap as the women talked, the younger ones played games and ran about. The women were filling Fenice in on the information of Kay, William, Boris and even Ewing. Men that Ne’ebo had banned from fighting. She laughed at the idea of Boris, a happily married man, fighting for her hand in marriage. Siobhan found it funny as well, and moved that he would concede to Ne’ebo if he got to the end.

She understood the intentions of the men and was happy they were willing to step up and help but it was not a fight to take so lightheartedly, not when some were there for the actual prize of her hand. The thought of someone facing Ne’ebo was daunting, all the women agreed. However, for some, becoming king was better than breathing. Men thought they could step in and rule just because they were married to the ruler of a land. Yes, they would have a say but her word would be final.

Some knew, like the men the lords wanted to win. A few had backed out when the lords were forced out but others were still angry and spiteful. Dufrayne’s pick was heated and planned on using his charm to gain her trust once they were married, talking her into a vast amount of privileges. Of course, he didn’t plan to be faithful and already had a few mistresses lined up, assuring them that he would be the next king. He hated Ne’ebo with a passion and would take it out on the pathetic excuse of a female, at least, once he got his hands on her.

Ne'ebo finished his lesson and the knights went to dinner. they too were discussing who would win the tournament and who would become the new king and ruler. Ne'ebo chuckled. "What if he's not royal so becomes her duke and does not want to rule?" They all laughed unaware that Ne'ebo intended exactly that and would refuse to rule unless Fenice and Elias both died before she gave birth to a suitable heir.

Ne'ebo grew tired of the teasing and the less than appropriate speech about the ladies of the court. He stood. "I have something to say. Any man who would so disrespect any woman deserves to be broken over the rack then hung. We were all born of a woman. Would you allow anyone to speak thus of your mother?" He turned and walked out as the silence filled the room. he had made them think. And for the first time each man considered it in a new light. Not all had been guilty but each man now felt ashamed for allowing it to happen and swore never to do so again. William and Kay left together and spoke in a whisper. "IS he ever going to stop making an impact?" Kay smirked. "not bloody likely."

While Ne'ebo was looking for Fenice the Archbishop found him. "Ne'ebo come with me. We have to help Elias." "With what my Lord?" "First enough with the my lord tosh. Second Elias is making a serious mistake. he's wanting to just drop the throne on Fenice once you two are married." Ne'ebo groaned and the two tracked Elias down and began to argue, rather heatedly about the topic until Ne'ebo pointed out the biggest reason to retain the crown. "Fenice has grown up trapped in a kingdom ruled by those monsters. She has never seen your true kingship. She is too young and though she is brilliant and well trained she needs time to be a free woman and to learn from her great king and father. And you need time to be a free king Your Grace." Elias glared at the younger man then slowly nodded. "You have a good point...She does..."

Unfortunately for Dufrayne's chosen man, Sir Maxmillian, he was being overhead in his plans for Fenice by a number of servants who did not feel any personal loyalty to the beast. These servants had associates and the tale spread far. As Ne'ebo was leaving Elias' chambers he was approached by a servant who informed him of Maxmillian's words and intention. Ne'ebo thanked the servant kindly and walked back to the training room.

He was silent and calm, his breathing and heartbeat normal, but his brain was in a cold rage. He stood silently glowering at the wall then flashed out his sword slicing the practice horse's head off. he glared down at it snarling. "Maxmillian if you touch my Fenice I swear to the most Holy God that i will disembowel you with a knitting needle..." He slowly walked out sheathing his weapon.

He went to find Fenice again wanting to eat dinner with her now that he had calmed down enough that he would be able to focus on her.

The day rolled on slowly after the seamstress and tailor left. Siobhan and her crew left wanting to settle into their new place before joining the royal family for dinner in the dining hall. It was something that Fenice and Elias had agreed to do since the wrong lords were out and the good lords were beginning to take their rightful place. Isabella and Trala had left before the others, Isabella showing tiredness. Even though Fenice offered her a room, she wished to sleep in her bed once more.

Mathilde sat across from the Fenice. Ywen had gone home, travelling with the knight from her land for protection even though Fenice knew otherwise. Smiling at her keeper Fenice pulled out the work she had started on a patchwork blanket for Trala’s sibling. “I think Isabella will be surprised and touched. I’m glad father was able to bring them into the castle. Aaron is a good man and Ne’ebo speaks highly of him.” She set about sewing up more of the seams.

“Milady, he will win… I have heard it voiced fears of Ne’ebo not winning but I do not think it at all a possibility. Love and right always beat hate and evil.” Mathilde said before beginning on tidying up the room.

“Mathilde, please sit. Cleaning up this room will give me something to do later. I plan on dressing down tomorrow and tackling my wardrobe. Out with the old and in with the newest ones for the tournament. I will deliver them to the females of the village on the day after that with your help. Then we can set about rearranging and cleaning this room. I have not yet decided which rooms I wish for Ne’ebo and myself to reside in once we are married. We can do that in this time as well as begin on marriage plans.”

She paused in her needle work as the mad sat back down, “I have already commissioned a bed for us, it had to be made special because of the largeness of Ne’ebo. I wanted it plenty wide for us because when I am expecting I want room to move about.” She smiled softly and chewed on her lower lip as she smiled. “I want many children, girls and boys. Even though the crown will go to the oldest I think more would keep father happier and healthier.”

“I agree Fenice, the more grandchildren you give him the livelier he shall be. But stop with all this nonsense. Your rooms shall overlook the training fields; it is where Ne’ebo plans on spending most of his time… besides your room and that great sized bed.” The maid laughed, her cheeks turning a bright pink as she watched Fenice go red. “You mentioned the bed and the rooms; I only put it all into perspective for you. Besides cleaning them and organizing things will keep your mind off the daunting tournament ahead of you.”

Fenice shook her head and remained quiet in her thoughts until the dinner hour approached. Mathilde had gone to secure her place after having selected the attire to have her wear for dinner. Washing up slowly she examined her body in the mirror. She was curvy, less so than Thismal but still had a shape rather than a stick. Her hips were wide for her frame but Mathilde assured her that it would be best for her in childbirth. Her breasts were nothing compared to Thismal’s, but then again, whose were. They were of good size and would easily fill Ne’ebo’s grasp, a thought that sent heat spiraling up from her nether regions.

Dismissing her observations, she dressed and hurried downstairs. She’d pulled her hair down and the sides from her eyes securing them in braids that were pinned over the rest of the hair. Her light grey dress was soft against her skin and gave her skin a soft pinkish glow. Wandering to dinner, she saw Ne’ebo. He looked focused and intent, silently moving forward she wrapped her arms about his midsection. Warmth was felt from his body and into hers; she truly missed him and wanted this closeness.

“Are you heading to dinner, my love?” She asked letting him go and allowing his hand to encompass hers.

He smiled hugging her back kissing the top of her head then walking along hand and hand with her. "I am my dear Fenice. You look lovely as ever. You sure you love me? I'm rather ugly for you." he grinned as he teased her kissing her hand. "I love you so very much Fenice."

Once in the dining room he helped her sit by her father while he took his place. Elias told her about his decision to retain the crown and help her see what free rule is all about and the thought seemed to have him in a rather good mood.

Dinner was a pleasant but rather quiet affair the bards playing softly but overwhelming the conversation. Fortunately the silence was not awkward or because of anger or any negative emotion but because everyone was happy to able to relax, rest, and enjoy everyone else's company. Ne'ebo had refused to let Mathilde stay in the background and made her sit and tell him stories about Fenice's childhood listening happily. Mathilde was unaware of it but she had been assigned her own personal guards just like Fenice and Elias, Ne'ebo having selected their guards himself wanting only the best and most loyal to guard his love, her father and her surrogate mother.

Ne'ebo finished eating quickly and sat watching everything and everyone thoughtfully but also smiling showing no sign of concern or worry. When Fenice finished he smiled at her. "Would you like to go play some chess My princess? I have some plays I think would surprise you." He grinned playfully his eyes glowing with the fiery light of challenge

Giving her head a shake, she frowned up at him, “You are not at all ugly besides it was not your looks that drew me in.” She bumped into him as they walked, her hand tingled from the soft kiss and she blushed softly at his tender words. Slipping into her seat with his guidance her eyes followed him to his spot.

Her focus wavered as Elias told her of his decision. Something that made her so very happy. Fenice was glad he’d come to his decision. “I need you in the castle to spend more time with all the grandchildren that Ne’ebo and I plan on giving you.” She gave her father’s hand a squeeze and smiled at him kindly. She noted his change in temperament, less adamant about giving up his reign and rule. Silently she wondered what had brought on this change.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Giggles and happiness seemed to rule the night. Gone was the tension and the harsh words. Everyone present was loyal to the throne and each seemed willing to do his or her part in order to serve the royal family. Mathilde sat down at the table as well, something that brought a smile to the princess’ lovely face. That is until Ne’ebo spoke up asking for stories.

“Fenice was a delightful child, loved prancing around in her birthday suit… could hardly ever keep clothes on that child.” Elias smiled at the words; of course, Fenice had only been a toddler so it wasn’t as though she pranced around naked now. But there were other stories the woman knew, damaging ones.

“Mathilde, please… spare me.” Fenice said quietly. Her father snorted softly and even the archbishop laughed. They all had dirt to spare and shovel on.

Mathilde ignored her plea. “When Fenice was 9 she informed us that she was marrying the stable boy, a young lad of 18 that she had taken a strong liking to. Sadly, for her, he was enamored with the young housekeeper. She gave that woman the hardest time, tracking in mud and leaving messes all around the house.”

“The mud, little dear stole my riding boots, made a pile of mud in the garden, rolled around in it and then tracked it all through the house. Touching the walls and stomping everywhere.” Elias piped in.

“She tried to convince everyone it wasn’t her but, would have gotten away with it to until bath time that night. I went to fill her tub and the bottom of the thing was already caked in mud.”

“If only I’d known of another place to wash up... took me almost an hour to get it off to. To think Frederick found her more endearing than me. I explained to him that I was a princess but he only laughed me off. “ Fenice laughed, it was a childish crush. Frederick was still with them, the maid was long gone, she never did give the poor guy a chance. “He left us for a time and came back when I was older, the attraction, to say the least, was gone by then. I have a more refined taste now.”

After the story, the group ate in relative silence, listening to the bard’s whimsical songs. Fenice smiled at him. “I would love that and I doubt your new plays will get you further in your game than any time before.” She took his hand and rose before guiding him to the library. The rest of their group followed or parted ways. Mathilde sat in a chair reading a book and dozing off while the archbishop and the king sat close to the fire talking back and forth.

The chess set that was out was the old one; while it was worn, it was still in working order. She sat across from him, her hands folded on the table in front of her and a cup of tea at her side, given to her by Mathilde before she scurried off to read. Fenice smiled at him as she started the game.

Ne'ebo had graciously not laughed at the stories about Fenice but his delight at the tale had been clear. Once in the library he had helped her sit then took his place. "This should be interesting." He began their first game with a smile.

As they played he studied her and smiled. "You know i never told you about my childhood. I grew up in the jungles and deserts of Africa. i had to kill animals ten time my size and bigger for food. i had to adapt to survive. It was rather fun." He told her about how his constant need to grow into his strength and quickness had transformed him into what he was now. He also told her a few more pleasant tales.

"When I was seven I was out, deep in the jungle, searching for a flower for my grandmother who was dying, when I was set upon by a large family of maddened apes. They chased me for miles but I was in no danger rushing along much like I did earlier today chasing you. Anyway finally i crossed a river and though apes will cross water if they have too they do not like it and they never swim. Once across the water they bellowed and yelled at me for a good long while but I had already left the area still searching for my flower. I came across a small meadow like clearing where many flowers were to be found. you have seen the flowers I brought you but my love you have never seen flowers like these. The jungle flowers grow wild, massive, and beautiful. I perched over the meadow looking for the flower and as I watched a number of small rodents came through the meadow being chased by a large group of snakes. I was not thrilled about it at all but at first there was nothing I could do. but then without warning, just as the rodents were passing under my large branch, it broke and both the branch and I fell onto the snakes killing them. The rodents were so grateful they brought me the flower and some food and after thanking them i was off on my way. Animals are much more intelligent than people expect them to be."

Throughout this story Ne'ebo had beaten Fenice twice but lost a third game. "I should also tell you about my grandfather."

"When I was ten, a month before I was taken to Alexandria, my grandfather decided to teach me to shave. As you have likely noticed i have a oddly smooth face like my father. We can grow beards but it takes us a very very long time. Anyway grandfather took me to a stream. Had me sharpen my knife. then proceeded to show me the process. Never mind the only hair on my body at the time was atop my head and arms. I needed to learn. So to satisfy my grandfather i shaved. I did not use the razor sharp edge of my knife but the flat but he did not notice somehow. He was so pleased with my skill that he took me home to show it off. Of course many people wanted me to shave them as they had never felt such a smooth face after a shave before. My father knew the truth but could not rescue me. Of course I end up having to shave my grandfather a weak later. Bear in mind that my grandfather was a very respected and powerful man and also a great warrior. he gets me and my knife and has me shave him in full view of the entire village. i was sweating buckets Fenice. Every moment I was sure i would slip and slash his throat but somehow I managed to complete the shave without even nicking him a single time. he began to cheer but then noticed that I had sprouted my first facial hair in the intervening week." Ne'ebo ran a hand over his lightly scratchy face and smiled as he touched his upper lip. "Right here. grandfather began to demand I shave them off but my father stepped in and convinced everyone to let me keep them until they were a real mustache and beard. So everyone kept a close eye on em to see when i would be done. unfortunately none of them ever got to see my beard. Just as my mustache was beginning to at least resemble one I was taken and it was another three years before i had my beard. The Japanese do not like big beards so once i began my training I shaved it off and I have been shaving once daily, just like my grandfather taught me, ever since."

Ne'ebo's eyes glowed with a happy but also a bit subdued light as he ended this tale. His grandfather was long dead and he knew he would likely never see his father again. During the story he had won twice more but Fenice had rallied to even the score four to four. After a very close match which he lost Ne'ebo sighed. "Well my love I think it's time for bed..." He escorted her to her rooms then after a long loving kiss went off to his own and was soon asleep dreaming of her and their happy life together.

Fenice tried desperately to pay attention but the story was terribly fascinating, it was after all his way to win. The fact that he found the killing of animals ten times his size fun spoke volumes of his raising. She couldn’t imagine being raised like that, however, if he’d been raised like she then he would have been bored. He needed to run free and wild, a thought that brought a blush to her cheeks. The longer they put off joining their bodies in pleasure the more like animals it would grow to be. Smirking at him, she wondered if he could even guess what she was thinking while he spoke.

This story was frightening to her, she couldn’t imagine running from apes unless she was in his arms. All to gain a flower for his dying grandmother, the gesture was sweet and so like him. He would do anything within his power for someone he loved and he loved her. Going into a deep dark jungle for a favorite flower was nothing. She silently wondered how much of his tale was real; it was just as though the minstrels had wrote it for him, a fable for the world to remember long after he was gone. A thought that hit her hard and made her breath fail to come as quickly as she’d have liked.

Able to overcome these feelings of fear, she triumphed before he moved into another story. Smiling up at him, she laughed softly. She had noticed in their kissing sessions, her hands had traced and memorized the face. It was soft but only after he shaved, rough again in the morning, she knew from the time he’d stayed with her, though he hadn’t hurt her. This story was much better, it made her heart happy and she could only imagine her father or Ne’ebo teaching their sons to shave. Thoughts that brought a wide smile to her face.

Tilting her head she tried imagining him with a beard or mustache, she couldn’t see it. Perhaps when he was with them a full winter he would realize the benefits. Even Elias grew out his beard in the winter months, something every male in Camelot did. Not that she minded him clean shaven, she would take him missing a limb, short hair, scrawny and toothless. It wasn’t his appearance that drew her in but the way he carried himself and made her feel. Perhaps someday they would be able to see his homeland and his family. Fenice would see what the Archbishop thought.

The game continued in silence, the rest having long ago left. Leaving them in the room alone, something she could cherish for a little while longer. Her arms lifted and stretched above her head as she yawned. Her mouth going wider than she’d ever thought possible as she yawned, dainty fingers clamoring to cover up the rudeness. “I fear you are correct…” She whispered back. The walk was comforting, wrapping her arms about his she leaned on his shoulder, could she have slept standing up it would have been perfect. The kiss they shared there was soft, long and filled with love. Her hands traced up his chest to his neck, her lips caressing his with utmost care and she pulled herself tight to him.

They parted, the action left her sighing as she watched his form retreat. Her door was closed and locked, Mathilde already retired for the night. Luke warm water filled her tub, something she sank into. Her hair was piled upon her head as she washed quickly before drying off and stepping into the dainty blue gown left at the foot of her bed. She slid into bed, tossed, and turned before rising and moving with her blankets to the chair. Here she was once again able to imagine the chair was he, holding her.

Rising from her cramped position she whimpered softly, Mathilde watched her giving her head a shake. “Princess, sleeping in a chair isn’t healthy…”

“Shhh…” Fenice said softly. “It will only be for another month or so… maybe longer… once we are married I won’t sleep in a chair.” Her smile was bright but the knots in her body were silently killing her. The day would be a long one. Secretly Mathilde hoped that the work would wear her out and she’d be able to sleep in her own bed once again, at least for this night at least.

A servant came to the room. "My princess...You should come see this..." She lead the princess out to the main hall where Ne'ebo was carrying a full grown bear followed by William and Kay. "The Lord General was training at dawn when a report of a wild bear in the city came in. Before anyone could come up with a plan he was already off..." Ne'ebo is wearing his weights suit but is carrying no weapon. He passed Elias and smirked. "Your Grace I have a new rug for your library." The utter lack of pride or crowing and his lack of concern as he walked along with the creature unaware of anyone else made it clear how little he thought of the act as Elias went to William and Kay."What happened?"

William and Kay had only just managed to catch with Ne'ebo who had found the bear still eating out of the rummage piles by the tournament lists. Ne'ebo had simply walked up to the bear and when it had risen up he had grabbed it's head and kicked it's gut and swung his body around breaking it's neck the movement taking all of a second at most. Both men had stared in shock as he had done this then picked up the body and carried it back to the castle.

Now Ne'ebo hefted the body a bit the carried it to the kitchen where he expertly skinned it and gave orders for the cooking and dispersal of the meat around the city and exactly how to cook it all then he took the skin to a tanner's and soon the rater large bearskin was stretched out being carefully tanned.

Ne'ebo once again ignored the quick spread of the story throughout the city then the land while he went to the training area where for some reason all of the knights were waiting quietly and politely while got to work with them getting them all pressing their limits ever farther. He worked them hard and himself at least twice as hard. He did not stop until lunch time and he made everyone stay in the training ground and eat.

After lunch he brought everyone out to the ring and started dueling with them. Soon he had them all on their backs yet again and though he was giving aid and advice mostly through example but when he could through words and soon he had them all fighting more and more like him and though they did not know it they were quickly becoming exactly what he wanted. A most elite force capable of defeating anyone that came before them like their leader.

Donning a slightly worn floral printed dress after a long hot soak in the tub Fenice got to work pulling each of her gowns from the wardrobe. The special ones of her mother’s she kept, as well as those she would keep to pass down to a daughter. When dipping her hand gracefully back into the wardrobe a servant girl rushes into the room excitedly spewing words. Mathilde gives her head a nod and the trio move from the room silently.

The sight over the railing of her home appalls her. Elias, smiling, pulls her to his side before dragging her down the steps for a closer view. The story that fell from the young knight’s lips was scary, and so very brave and telling of her future husband. The strength it took to kill the bear and the bravery it took for him to even approach the beast caused her heart to swell. This man was truly remarkable and would be the perfect match for her.

Elias moved through his people, excited to see the skinning of the bear. Watching in awe he smiled at his future son-in-law, the future king of Camelot. “My son that skin would be best in your own rooms and serve a reminder to my daughter of whom it is she will belong to.” His hand filtered through the fur, soft. He knew Fenice would adore having her own in their rooms. A soft place to stretch out upon at the end of the day.

Fenice moved back within her room, “Mathilde… a bear, he-he killed a bear with his bare hands.” She smiled widely. The idea of his strength caused her to bit her lower lip, the sense of pride and desire that filled her threatened to break her calm reserve. The gentle clearing of a throat caused Fenice to gain control and reign her desire back in. Smirking at each other, the duo quickly continued and finished with their task. After folding the special gowns into a trunk they sorted the others into sacks and organized the m with tags before breaking for lunch.

Not worrying about going to the hall they sat at a small table in her room enjoying sandwiches and fruit. The lunch was interrupted by a servant informing them of the delivery of the bed. Spurring into action the duo rushed to finish before meeting the servants in the rooms overlooking the training field. After throwing open the sashes and windows the room was scrubbed down. The old bed was removed and the newest addition was brought in. Two wardrobes were emptied and moved.

The rooms to either side of this room were cleared; one had Fenice’s old nursery things in it. Cradle, rocking chair, tables, chairs, bookshelves and toys. Mathilde worked in here clearing away the dust with another young maid. Fenice pulled in servants to help clear the other room to put it together as a sitting room. The old chess set had been refinished and now sat on a small table under the window. Several tall chairs were carted out to be reupholstered.

Smudged with dirt Fenice stepped out to take a breather on the balcony of her and Ne’ebo’s rooms. The men were on the field dueling below. A bright smile crossed her lips as she watched them attempting to defeat Ne’ebo, something that would never happen. It appeared their training was almost over, something for which she was glad. The sun was dipping low in the sky sending its rays slanting across the roof behind her. Tiredly the female stretched out her lovely form, completely unaware that for a moment the sun shone through her thin dress and allowed her champion an exciting peek at the form she would offer him as a wife.

Smiling and turning from the fields she retired to her room to wash and dress for dinner. The thicker burnt orange gown she wore accentuated the glow of her skin. Hair pulled back tight into an intricate braid she maneuvered through the castle in search of entertainment until dinner was served. She met Trala in the courtyard with a few of her other friends. Soon Fenice was laughing and playing games with the children. But as the sun dipped behind the high walls they ventured into the castle toward the meal that awaited them.