Being Fair to the Fairy (Lano & Darkangel)

[Lanolyt]

Sir Samuel sighed, reflecting on the mild misery of his existence, as he and his men worked in the spring rain. How did he ever get roped into these things? Oh right...chasing after the Duke's pretty daughter, after her noble father had told him his advances to her were not welcome, since she was planned for another. Stupid, in retrospect. Now he was assigned to the most distant problems of the Kingdom. In retrospect, not being even more under the local thumb of the Duke had some advantages. He shook out his dark blond hair, spraying water like a dog and earning an irritated look from his field Sergeant, who, unlike himself, was not mounted on a fine comfortable warhorse, above the rivulets of water crossing the orchard they had staked out.

Samuel stretched his powerful arms and regarded his loyal friend and manservant. "Apologies Germain, we are all already wet enough. Besides, I should personally inspect the final work. Why don't you mount Lady Spite, keep her company, and I shall do my duty. He slid from the saddle as the short, stocky Germain easily lifted himself to her back, patting her affectionately and stroking her as Samuel strode forward grinning. Well, he had managed to please both of his more valued companions. Germain would, no doubt, spoil her shamelessly in his absence...and she would be better behaved for the caring attention lavished upon her by the aging warrior. Samuel's powerful legs strode forward quickly, his lean form hardly leaving a mark on the drenched path, as his woods boots were touched only to grass tufts that would show no print.

At heart, Samuel was a hunter and loved the natural beauty aroind him.

No, only the weather was foul, though that was needed as well, for it would wash away any scent of his work crew. Not the most glorious of jobs, this one.

Still, this problem was intriguing. The beekeepers were complaining of something that stole honey, but not all of it. There were no tracks, and the apiaries were generally not near trees, so how was the thief doing it?

Well, the bait apiary was literary dripping with honey. Hidden overhead, and below were sandwich nets. They would trap anything from hummingbird to bear, and would immobilize the intruder.

Sir Samuel looked it over carefully. There was no trace of the nets to be seen. Perfect.

Everyone backed off 100 yards to wait.
He yawned and stretched blinking his steel gray eyes, and tossing his shoulder length hair. He was leaner than most knights, only 160 lbs or so, and average height, but very adept with sword and lance. He remounted Lady Spite, noticing a bit of carrot protruding from her contented lips.

He was drowsing in the saddle when the nets went off and he hurried forward, weapons ready. The rain had long stopped and a heavy fog had settled over the field.

He wondered what form of creature it might be, even from a distance the close sprung nets could not have contained anything larger than a rabbit. Honey dripped all over the center from the smashed hive. Whatever it was, it was now a sticky mess and should be easily subdued. He was glad that he had had iron wire in the center of each rope to prevent the creature chewing its way out. But why had he insisted on iron, when copper would not have rusted and was easier to wire he did not ken.

He had an odd feeling, and could almost feel the shade of his Grandmam, the wise woodswoman patting his shoulder in reassurance. Moving close, he gazed at a wondrous sight. Was it truly a Fae?

Without thought the words he'd been taught leaped to his lips:
"Creature wrought of Avalon, all Thy magiks shall be gone,
by woven iron, which dost Thee lift, Thou art now bound and owe the gift,
of service 50 years or more, with no revenge, reprise or score.
I bid Thee now Thy true name give or perish all Thy life to live,
Thy name I'll treasure, n'er to tell, lest all of Fae do me unwell.
By earth, air, water, fire see, Thou child of Fae, must follow me.
My designs must be Thy own, or you will perish, all alone."

He waited to hear the name that would prevent the dire curse from seizing the Fae. He'd had no choice, for he could not risk its anger against himself and his men.

 

[darkangel76]

The sky was a steely gray and the air damp with chill. Despite the rains, Meriel found herself filled with happiness even though she was exhausted to the bone. The night prior she’d witnessed the joyful birth of a nearby couple. Their miracle baby as they’d called him the moment he took his first breath. Oh, the sound of his cry! It had filled her heart with such joy. Such a sweet sound. And the couple! They were so happy, so full of elation. Of course, neither knew it was her doing that had caused them to bear the child in the first place. Though she’d have it no other way. Seeing their faces, hearing their son’s first cry. That was all the reward she needed. Smiling, her body tired, she continued to fly through the foggy woods.

As Meriel continued her way around and about the trees, she could feel a hunger beginning to burn. Yes, she was hungry. Famished and craving her favorite treat – honey. The sticky liquid always filled her with such energy, such invigoration. Luckily for her, there was a nearby beekeeper and his apiary. His bees made the most delectable honey she’d ever tasted as well. And how wonderful it was to have so much in one place! It made hunting for food that much easier for her.

Finally, in the distance, Meriel could see the apiary awaiting her. The sight of it made her tummy grumble a bit. She let out a tiny giggle at the sound and landed upon the ground for a moment so that she could charm the bees from afar. She didn’t overly like the frightening insects that buzzed about the hives, though she appreciated them for the delightful honey they made. As she stood there for a moment, she ran a delicate hand through her long, dark hair. It was damp from the earlier rains and clung to her pale flesh as she shifted about. Her white gauzy dress was plastered against her body, revealing much to the eye if someone chose to stare. But, given her tiny size, no man or beast would be able to see very much. Not that it overly mattered to her in the first place. Being fairykind, she was like the wind. Carefree and full of whimsy.

Meriel locked her gaze on the hive of her choice just then. It was dripping with honey, more so than any of the others. Oh, the sight of it made her even hungrier. Again, her tummy rumbled.

“Shh little tummy,” Meriel spoke. “Soon you will be sated.” She smiled and closed her eyes. A pale blue glow surrounded her body and soon the bees of the hive flew elsewhere, leaving it empty and free for her enter.

When Meriel was done with her spell, she flew over to the honey-filled hive. It looked so delectable! So divine! Oh the honey appeared to be so delicious as it dripped from the hive. She could hardly stand it. She needed some. Licking her lips, she began to fly faster. In her excitement, she crashed into the sweet hive and began to fall. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her wings to move. She was covered in honey, fully coated in its stickiness. Falling, falling, she suddenly found herself enclosed in nets.

“What’s this?” Meriel shrieked, her heart beating faster as it filled with fear.

Merial peered about herself, but there was nothing she could do. No where she could go. She was trapped. And whoever it was who’d set it had been wise. Wise in the ways of her kind. But that only made her more terrified. Curling up into a ball, she wept as she waited for her fate to unfold, one she was certain would mean the end of her.

Just then, the nets were opened and Meriel heard a soothing voice, obviously male, recite an incantation. Her pale eyes went wide as the words struck home. Oh, he was binding her! Making her his! Who was this person? Why would he do this? Why?

Meriel looked up into the man’s face, her own full of sorrow at what he’d done. A single tear rolled down her pale cheek as she choked on a sob and finally whispered, “Meriel…”

 

[Lanolyt]

Quickly, he called out to his men. "Stay back. Do not approach. I am in no danger, but shall handle this myself.

Softly and with pity, he regarded her tiny form, then his finger began to untie the net as he spoke.

"Fae Meriel, my apologies. It had not occurred to me that one of your kind was involved in the honey...gleaning. Hearthfairies are a blessing to all nature and to good folk. I had supposed that a sneaky badger, or some kind of hob, but never this. Of course, given your support of the fields and trees, you had right to your share. If I learn that a farmer suspected you and said naught, I will punish him.

Yet that helps us both not. Perceiving a Fae, yet not kenning its nature from afar, I naturally feared the ire of one of your darkest distant folk. I am sworn to protect others, so I spoke the binding...but now tis done and can not be sundered, but I can grant you the ten to one.

If you willingly serve me in all wishes not evil to the best you are able, and will not hold such service against me, but follow not just my words, but your own good heart to my benefit, then but five years will be required. Tis but an eyeblink to one such as you, yet will assist me grandly in my duties.

I will be fair and tell you my needs. There are those I need to advance me who have a need for healing in their families, and I would have you do so, with myself to be credited as the agent who brings you.

I want you to continue your works of healing and health where'ere we go, yet save a little for the needs I direct.

My other great need", he blushed crimson, "I am poor in reading a woman's heart and have had several chase me, only to learn that they were cats and vipers. The ladies of the courts are masters of intrigue and deception...I just want a caring companion. Oh, tis true that I wish her pretty and sweet of form, but a woman with a kind tongue to match her heart, and who will train me in the best way to fulfill the desires and needs of a good woman's heart and body. That would be great service indeed, and I would promise to so instruct my own sons, if I am ever so blessed.

So you would be my constant companion and advisor, taking my arm by day, and once I have learned enough, the rest of me by night.

This then, Lady Marie, for such I shall call you to protect your true name, is what I wish. That you take a human form, and come with me to do as I ask.

So if you agree, take and kiss my cheeks and lips, and thus we seal your service and reduced geas, and we shall be about our business."

 

[darkangel76]

Meriel looked up into the man’s eyes. His hands were hot about her tiny body as she tried to gauge his emotions, his thoughts. She bit down on her lip as another tear rolled down her cheek. Looking into his eyes, she thought she saw a glimpse of… pity? Sorrow? Blinking, she then wiped furiously at the hot tears that were staining her pale face.

Letting out a sorrowful sigh, Meriel then hugged her sticky knees to her honey-covered body. She listened to her captor speak just then, his words laced with charm as he apologized. It seemed heartfelt enough, perhaps quite genuine. But, she couldn’t truly be sure. Her kind were coveted by many. Their powers and abilities, their beauty and other such things. She wanted to believe this man, her new ‘keeper’ of sorts. She wanted to believe that he meant the pretty words he was now uttering to her as he held her there in his palm.

Meriel could feel her heart beat faster when this man began to speak about… other things. She felt her own cheeks go scarlet as he mentioned women and hearts, needs and desires. A gasp escaped her lips as she realized just what it was he was asking of her. Not seeing any other choice and longing for her freedom, she gave the man a nod.

“Yes, sir. I shall serve you and gain my freedom when the time you deem finally approaches.” Meriel then stood up, her body sticky from the oozey honey that coated her body all over.

Meriel then gave her new keeper a delicate kiss upon each of his cheeks and then another one square on his lips. When she pulled away, her pale eyes glistened slightly, locked on to his before she quickly averted them to stare elsewhere.

“I need to wash, sir. Please,” Meriel stated, though it was more of a question to be certain. She belonged to this man now. Her freedom wasn’t her own any longer. She answered to him. Needed his permission in all things. “There is a stream nearby. I can take on my human size there, out of sight of your men and the beekeeper. I can wash and become your Marie, if you so wish it.”

The entire time she spoke, Meriel kept her eyes averted. She’d never belonged to another before, never had her freedom taken away. As she waited for her keeper to speak, to let her know what was allowed or not, she felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. This man had complete control of her now. Her fate. Her everything. She hoped she’d made the right choice, though she knew time would certainly tell in that regard.

“Please, sir. Please, may I wash?”

 

[Lanolyt]

Charmed by her sweet demur demeanor, and her graceful, yet obviously regretful acceptance of his terms, Samuel felt a bit like a cad.

He wished he might release her, but the geas was now locked. Misty eyed at her submissive request, he tilted his head. "Sweet tiny one, I may be a firm man, but n'er overcruel. Of course a lady needs her cleaning and presentation time, no matter in what straits she finds herself. Unless you are actively serving me at the time, you always have my permission to take care of yourself. I merely request that you will remember to take care of me as well...even remind me to take care of myself, so I shan't be seen as an uncouth clod. And always come back to me...do not keep me waiting more than is needed. That is probably an unfair advantage for a man to place on a woman, but I do so."

He reached into his doublet, producing a clean dry hanky from those kept in a waxed pouch. "Here then is thy towel, sweet one. Please hurry back to me, for the fog is soon lifting, and we must be ready. I will venture forth a little ways to meet with my men, there to explain your presence as a lay visiting with us from another kingdom...I shall not lie, for to do so would be to break my honor. Go now."

He rode Elizabeth out into the diminishing fog to meet his men. As they assembled near, he saw uncertainty on their faces.

"I bring you good news. The honey raids are stopped. There was a Fae involved, and I have reached agreement with her to stop for at least five years."

His followers crossed themselves in fear. "Should they ever return, I advise putting cream and honey outside your homes at night, for she brings goodness. I'm sorry we trapped her. But I also held you at bay as a foreign lady of quality bathes at the stream. She appears to have lost any retainers she had, and I am taking her under my own full protection. He who insults of injures the Lady Marie does the same to me, and shall bear the consequences."

He solid baritone carried long over the heath, easily heard by any within hundreds of yards. "Now you will show her every honor and homage, ignoring any seeming odd customs of hers, or a lack of knowledge of our own." His eye caught his aging Sergeant. "Please whisper any proper change of behavior to her, my friend, lest she grow uneasy. Expect to see her with me for a long time."

The man nodded loyally. If Samuel had finally found a woman who didn't make him too cautious to try, then this was news worth rejoicing. "As you say, good Sir. I'll see to her comfort, and guard her when you can't."

Samuel leaned down to pat his shoulder. "I know I can rely upon you."

 

[darkangel76]

Meriel just nodded as she took what was to be her towel from her new keeper. She clutched it tightly as she attempted to fly toward the stream she knew wasn’t too far off. Though, as she tried to flap her wings, she found them difficult to move. The stickiness of the honey along with its heaviness as it drenched her wings made it nearly impossible for her to fly. As such, she did her best and glided down gracefully onto the ground using the cool, damp breeze to allow her to float on its current for as long as she was able.

Glancing over her shoulder, Meriel watched her new keep approach his men. She knew he’d tell them of what she’d done to the apiary. But she also knew that she’d be safe from harm. He’d promised not to say it was her specifically, so she trusted he’d follow through on that promise. After all, if she was to be his lady companion for the next five years it wouldn’t be in his best interest to give her away.

Meriel finally reached the small stream. Slowly, she slipped off her gauzy dress, which stuck and clung to her body like a second skin. The honey made it difficult to remove the clothing and it was more than obvious that it would need to washed along with her body and hair.

Once naked, Meriel carefully stepped a foot into the cold waters of the stream. A shiver ran along her spine as she adjusted to the frigid temperatures of the water. After several minutes, she was finally fully immersed, her clothes held tightly in her arms. She scrubbed the flimsy material until it no longer was sticky with honey. Once clean, she set it on the shore to dry only to return to the waters to wash herself. She washed her hair first, cleaning her dark locks until they were wild and free.

Free.

Meriel was no longer free. And she found it funny that such a thought had managed to enter her mind just then given her situation. Shaking the thought away, she finished up her bath in the stream. Clean, she walked out of the stream and used her ‘towel’ to dry herself off as best she could. Though her hair was still a bit damp with the water. She then turned to her dress and silently cast a spell to dry off the clothes. She then said another spell causing her shimmering wings to disappear. Slowly, she was beginning to look more and more human. When dressed, she cast yet another spell and she along with the ‘towel’ grew in size. Finally, she stood at a height of 5’2”.

Another shiver ran along Meriel’s spine just then. This one not only a result of the cold, but fear of what was to come. Her keeper seemed a kind enough man, but… she didn’t know him. Had no idea what if his words were merely pretty or if there was truth behind behind them, giving them depth and meaning. She had to trust in the latter and it was difficult to let go and give into that trust. Never had she dealt with another before. Not like this. Not ever.

Meriel wrapped the ‘towel’ about her body, her feet still bare as she began to walk through the forest back to where she knew her keeper and his men would be waiting. When she finally reached them, she averted her pale eyes, her ethereal features accentuated by her attire and the ‘towel’ she clutched so tightly about her slim body.

“I return, Master. Your Lady Marie,” Meriel began, her eyes staring at her bare feet. “Thank you for allowing me to wash, I hope I didn’t cause you to wait too long.” She paused a moment then. “And, I thank you, Master. For your protection.”

Meriel gave her keeper a low curtsy showing her acknowledgment of her fate. Letting him know that she was indeed his and would obey him. As she stood up, she allowed her eyes to find his and, for the first time, tried to give him a smile.

 

[Lanolyt]

Samuel was stunned by her actions. Had her sharp Fae ears heard none of what he had said? Though she was incredibly lovely, he sensed her worry.

As a group, his men knelt and averted their eyes as he dismounted, pulled a clean shift from his pack, and a kilt of his colors. With Elizabeth, he horse to shield them, he held the towel, so she could put on some heavier warm clothing over her own.
"Marie, what is mine, is yours, so long as you choose to remain with me."

Her sweet little smile had melted his heart, but every time she called him master, it felt like a blow. "Marie, my sweet companion." He whispered to her. "Please call me Sir Samuel, or if you are in a mood to be my close companion, call me Sam...or even Sammy." Lifting her into the saddle, he jumped up behind her. "It will not do for your dainty feet to be soiled."

"Sergeant, please tell the Lady all my instructions concerning her." His man nodded, and carefully recited back to her all that had been required. Samuel thanked him and rode to the front of the line, whispering, "Do you still doubt me? Now we return to my home. It is a simple place, with but myself, my Sergeant, his wife and their sweet brats. So I hope you don't mind little children underfoot. Actually...that relates to the first duty I have for you. They have a daughter with a wrist that has healed poorly. Please try to help her. They are good people, and I was away when it happened. They could not afford the physician."

As they rode along, all but his Sergeant gradually separated along the route. Samuel delighted in pointing out local features and the people who worked them. The Sergeant occasionally quipped in with his own observations, and Samuel didn't mind the interruptions by the colorful warrior. He did apologize for not walking, but stated that none but he should ride alongside the lady.

 

[darkangel76]

Meriel looked into her keeper’s eyes. She could see his sadness and for the first time while being under his control, she felt her heart lurch for him. Had her actions truly saddened him? It would seem so. Just then she felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She hadn’t intended to make him feel badly. It was just… she’d never been caught before, never been bound to another so steadfastly that her actions were not her own. Yes, it would take time for her to trust him. But now she was beginning to see that maybe he was indeed as genuine as he made himself out to be.

At that, Meriel gave her keeper a nod. “I apologize, Sir Samuel, if I injured you just now. I can assure you that was not my intent. I mean to cause you no pain, I…” her voice trailed just then and she clutched the ‘towel’ tighter. “I apologize.” She gave him another curtsy along with a smile.

Gratefully Meriel accepted the warmer clothes Sir Samuel had offered her. The material was coarser than what she was used to wearing, but she could see that it would be more appropriate than what she’d currently had on. After all, the air was cold. Humans had different ways about keeping themselves warm than what her kind typically had available to them.

Meriel bit down on her lip as Sir Samuel held up the coverings so as to shield her body from the watchful eyes of his men. She gave him another smile and began to undress. The air caused her skin to break out into gooseflesh as the chill permeated throughout her body. She shivered a little and tried to make quick of her changing. Soon, her porcelain-like skin was covered with the heavier, more opaque clothes and she was ready to travel to a destiny unknown. She folded up her dress deciding it would work perfectly as a nightdress for sleeping.

Suddenly, Sir Samuel picked Meriel up and placed her upon the saddle of his horse. As he did so, he asked her to refrain from calling him her Master. She tilted her head a little at the request. Was he not her keeper? Was she not to do his bidding? Regardless, she nodded, letting him know she’d do as asked since it was what he preferred. Just then, he hoisted himself up into the saddle behind her. The closeness made her shiver a little and she wondered what sorts of things she’d have to do now that her freedom was no longer her own.

Sir Samuel then whispered into Meriel’s ear, words regarding his home and the first task he wished for her to follow. He mentioned children and immediately, her face softened, her eyes shone. She glanced over her shoulder and looked into his eyes as her lips turned upward into a smile.

“I love children, Sir Samuel. I will do what I can for the young one.” Meriel blushed a little just then. “I’d been busy the past many nights overseeing a couple and their first born.” She smiled a little more brightly. “They’d been having troubles. So many troubles. I helped them conceive though they know not that it was I who assisted. “ A soft chuckle passed over her lips. “Though I had to. They yearned so terribly. How could I not assist them? Their son was born last night. The delivery a difficult one.” She let out a tiny sigh just then. “But I helped them there too. They are safe and happy. Oh, it was marvelous. And…” her voice trailed. “It left me famished.”

Again, Meriel blushed. Her admission of her hunger for honey and the fact that it was she who’d caused such troubles for the beekeeper, the cause of her crimson cheeks. She suddenly looked sheepishly at Sir Samuel, hoping that he’d understand why she’d had to take the honey as she had. It was for a good intention and she hadn’t meant any harm to the apiary.

Going silent once more, Meriel just let Sir Samuel hold onto her, keeping her secure in the saddle as they rode. She watched as the landscapes changed and paid attention as he pointed things out. She wondered how long it would be before they reached his home. She was still rather hungry and knew she’d need to eat something before helping the child. She’d need the energy and strength and at present, she didn’t have very much.

“Sir Samuel, how much longer until we reach your… our home? I will need to eat something before aiding the child. Would you…” Meriel’s cheeks went red and she looked out into the distance feeling embarrassed. “Would you have any honey in your cupboards? Or anything that tastes sweet?”

 

[Lanolyt]

That apology. So unassuming and caring, lacking in pride, with unreasonable concern for her captor. Gods, but she was sweet! He had some regrets, but he knew somehow that much good might come of it.

She sat a saddle sideways as if born to it. He doubted that anything she did would lack grace. For some time, he had been admiring her shoulders, and hair, and her question, made more poignant as she had not spoken for hours...well, it made him angry at himself. He had not considered what special needs might be hers.

"Sweet Marie. Yes, I suppose you need sweets. Tis but less than an hour to my abode. I have some oven dried apples here, if you wish to nibble those."

This was his job. He was supposed to provide for her! He fumed until he saw a set of bee boxes high on a hill. Sending for the owner, he bought eight pounds of honey in comb. It was all the man could safely spare. He ignored the six or seven stings he had gotten during the transfer, his lip and cheek swelling.

"Here, Marie. Take you this, and here is a spoon if you wish. Will it suffice for the day? Tomorrow, we can get beets from the market, and brown sugar.... honey as you desire may be harder to regularly come by. It seems milady is part honeybear."

He was thrilled at his luck, but needed to plan better for her when they traveled. Juices were sweet... maybe they would help. They were nearing home, and he was glad the day was nearly at an end. "If you are not ready, you could wait a day to heal her."

 

[darkangel76]

Meriel nodded as Sir Samuel informed her that they were about an hour away from their destination, his home. Almost immediately, her lips turned upward at the thought of finally being allowed to properly rest, to get out of the damp cold. Oh, and to finally eat something that would make her tongue dance as something sweet swirled about her mouth. Just then he handed her some dried apples to eat.

“Thank you, Sir Samuel,” Meriel replied softly. She brought the dried fruit up to her lips and then let her tongue lick at it a moment before allowing her teeth to sink into the sweet smelling morsel. Oh how wonderful it tasted.

Meriel savored the bite, letting the fruit roll about her mouth. She smiled a little as a hint of tartness laced the sweet flavor, making it more complex and delicious. The gesture had been a kind one and she appreciated it. No doubt such treats were difficult to come by this time of year, so late in the season. The fact that he was willing to share so many warmed her.

As Meriel continued to nibble on the dried apples, she sensed that Sir Samuel was upset with himself. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering why he felt as he had. From what she was gathering so far, he seemed a decent man, kind even. Caring. It made her feel a bit easier about having lost her freedom since she knew it could’ve been to someone horrible, with intentions that could harm. But this man? He was proving himself, slowly, to her and it made her smile that it seemed so important to him to do so.

They rode on for a short while longer, but came to a halt when Sir Samuel pointed out another nearby apiary. Of all the luck! Meriel knew such things were a rare find indeed. And that with the weather growing colder, they’d soon be closed for the season, only being able to sell whatever inventory they’d managed to store away as overstock. Biting down on her lip just then, she hoped that they’d have enough to support themselves as needed during the upcoming harsher months of the year.

Sir Samuel then handed Meriel his purchase, a lovely container of sweet honey. Oh, the scent of it alone nearly made her eyes roll back in euphoric bliss. Happily, almost as if she were an excited child offered a present, she opened it and let her eyes drink in the sight of the golden liquid. Immediately, she let her tongue dart out and lick at the surface of the honey as it set there within the container. A tiny groan escaped her lips as the sweet liquid coated her mouth and dripped down her throat. Just then, he handed her a spoon and almost instantly, her cheeks tinged a deep shade of scarlet.

“Thank you,” Meriel whispered as she averted her eyes in slight embarrassment, her lips still quirked into a smile. She then took the spoon and dipped it into the honey, bringing the spoonful up to her mouth for tasting.

At that, they rode on further, no doubt nearly to his home. Sir Samuel had said they weren’t far so Meriel was certain they’d soon be dismounting the horse and readying themselves for some much needed rest.

“Perhaps after a small sleep, I’ll be well enough to help the young one,” Meriel spoke, her voice melodic to the ear. “This,” she gestured to the honey she was eating. “Is helping. Again, I thank you, Sir Samuel.” She took another spoonful, letting it roll down along her tongue as she swallowed it. “Where will I be staying, Sir Samuel? Will I need to prepare myself a room or…” Again she blushed. She knew her keeper had spoken of other things he wished from her. But, she wasn’t ready. She barely knew him. She… “Or am I to share your bed?”

Meriel’s voice almost faltered as she finished speaking. She hoped Sir Samuel didn’t misunderstand. It wasn’t fear or sadness or anything of the sort that was consuming her now. No. It was embarrassment. Worry over giving away her heart, her body to someone she barely knew. She needed time. She needed to get to know him, understand him. And that wasn’t something that could happen in a single day. No. She couldn’t give herself over to any man she didn’t love. Could she love him? She didn’t know. But, given the kindnesses he’d been exhibiting on their journey to his home, she found herself beginning to wonder if such a thing were possible.

 

[Lanolyt]

That sweet word of thanks, carried more sweetly than a robin's song... It didn't just pleased him, it made his heart leap. Perhaps she could see a little more of his true intent.

The honey had been but a stroke of luck and he discounted his part in it, overlooking that he had paid handsomely for the strained resource. Nevertheless, her obvious delight and pleasure thrilled him. He knew he could deny her nothing. How had this fairy lass so captured his heart? It was no spell, for the geas protected him.

It was not yet true love, and yet the glimmers of that oft sought, frequently maligned, and rarest of emotions was wiggling its way past long held reserve and inner defenses. Her innocence disarmed his fortress of loneliness, carefully erected block by block from the coldness of court ladies.

Samuel had to turn his face from her to hide his smile as she switched from tongue to spoon. He would need to instruct her on human court manners as soon as able.

"Lady Marie, you shall have all the rest you need, and any food and drink you can take. Which reminds me. Do you eat cooked fish or animal flesh? If not, I will need to make provision for you."

Her waifish voice contained so much worry that he actually winced. "Sergeant, go and greet your wife. The Lady and I must chat alone."

Once he had left, and the happy sobs and excited squeels of the children could be heard, Samuel dismounted, to look up at her and take her smaller hands in his own.
"Marie, your presence makes me so happy, and I can't even tell you why. Did you think I would drag you down as a hound does a hare, and ravish you? Please accord me a little more respect.

Here is my offer to you. An initial courting proposal, not to be answered until we both are ready to consider, and accept or reject what will be. You are no slut or trull for me to use and abuse, but you are, as I have named you, a foreign lady.

Let us grow to know and appreciate one another's background, experience and beliefs. I long to hear of your rich history, to while away many a firelit evening as you tell me tales of old. And it is my hope you might care to know a little of what exists in Samuel.

So I would give you a bracelet, representing that for the next five years at least, we are meant for no other than each other." With that, he slipped a cunngly worked bracelet on her wrist. It had forest scenes of birds, woods, hares and foxes all seeming to scamper around in play.

"We shall always shared the same room, when under the same roof. I would like to share the same bed, even while nothing of the flesh passes between us. But I have the feeling that were I to crawk into bed with you tonight, something within you might shatter.

So for now I shall set out a guest cot next to the bed, and you shall take my mattress, while I rest on the cot, with my good sword by my side.

In this way, you need not fear your protector, who stands ready always to protect his lady. For all will know, as we share a room, that you are my lady, and not to be lightly approached. It is the best protection that I can give you.

When you are ready, we shall enter the house...our house. For as I said, truly, what is mine is yours."

 

[darkangel76]

Meriel listened both carefully and intently as Sir Samuel spoke to her about their living arrangements. She was to share his room, but he’d give her some space. For now, at least. He’d allow her to sleep in his bed alone while he slept close by. A wave of relief washed over her. Her keeper. No, he called himself her protector. Her protector wasn’t going to force things upon her. She let out a tiny exhale at the honor he was showing her. It made her feel… special.

A small smile crept over Meriel’s pink lips just then, knowing Sir Samuel would give her the time she needed. Though she had to admit a part of her was saddened at that fact as well. She couldn’t explain it as it was quite odd. However, over the course of their day’s journey to his home, she was given glimpses of her person that warmed her, beckoned almost. Oh, it was so strange to feel even a sliver of such things for a man who’d bound her against her will. Then again, his intention hadn’t been to harm.

Oh the confusion!

“Thank you, Sir Samuel,” Meriel then replied as she gave her protector a low curtsy. Though this time it was evident that she did so out of respect, not sadness or fear as she’d done earlier back in the forest.

When Meriel stood up, she looked into Sir Samuel’s eyes. There was indeed something quite strange about him. Something she didn’t quite understand. She wondered if over her five years of servitude that she’d come to understand what it was about him that spoke to her as it suddenly was. It certainly was enough time to get to know someone. She didn’t question that at all. Thankfully, she was slowly finding herself feeling easier in his presence. Though some of that was due to the way he made her feel about herself. Like something valuable to treasure and cherish. Never before had anyone made her feel such things. It was peculiar, but… nice. True, she still didn’t know this man. Not really. But, she’d make the best of it now. Now that she felt more certain of his wants and needs, his motives. She’d let fate weave her web as she willed and do her best to adjust.

“Thank you for giving me time. Due to the kindness you’ve shown me thus far, I will be sure to return it. You have my word, Sir.” Meriel’s face was soft, smiling, as she looked at her protector. Biting down on her lip, she dared to touch his cheek with one of her delicate hands. “I promise you, Sir Samuel, a day will come when I’ll consent to you lying beside me. As my protector, I also owe you that.”

Meriel removed her hand from Sir Samuel’s cheek, bringing it down by her side. She took a tiny step backwards, her heart pounding at what she’d just promised. A part of her wasn’t sure if she should’ve said such a thing. But she knew she’d had to. She did owe him that. And, a part of her hoped that one day her consent would hold more than just merely being comfortable around this man. There really was something about him she couldn’t place. But, for now, she’d just have to wait and see what their future had in store for them both. For now, she was content that he genuinely seemed to find her precious on some level.

“May we rest now then, Sir Samuel?” Meriel asked as her cheeks blushed from the promise she’d just made. “The sooner I rest, the sooner I can help the young one.”

 

[Lanolyt]

Her words of appreciation filled him with hope for the future. Samuel knew his grandmother would have laughed at time, had she seen the mess into which he had embroiled himself. He could see her now, rolling her eyes at him, but gracing him with her loving smile as her amber eyes twinkled. "Really Sammie...a Fey? Well, she's at least pleasant." A silly smile suffused his features at the memory.

As Marie's hand touched his cheek, he felt as though it had been branded with sweetness, and he could not help but bite his lip. She was not just lovely, her gentle spirit shining through made her radiant.

He unsaddled Elizabeth and let her go to the stable. His man would rub her down better than he, though he usually preferred to do it himself. She looked at him reproachfully, before plodding in to where hot mash and barley awaited her.
One thing his Grandmarm had drilled into him, "soon's someone has the right to call you master, tis your own load to feed, clothe and shelter them well. Or don't accept the service, for You are no taking the stand of more than a parent."

Turning back to Marie, he scooped her up. Carrying her as he entered the house. "You have no shoes yet and the ground is cold and muddy. We'll set that aright soon, but for now, tis little enough burden your slight form gives a big clod like me."

As he carried her in, Four, no five pairs of eyes watched, though one pair remained unseen to all but Meriel. His Sergeant released his wife from a group hug with his young daughter and son.

The woman was a bit plump, with smiling apple cheeks and an overflowing bosom under which she had crossed her arms. "There now lady, I be Margret, and welcome I bid you to my Master's home. Let me wipe the damp from your feet. I insist, as I'll not have more wet in the house. And YOU, Sir Samuel! What makes you think your vile mucky boots belong any further into this house?" Her tone was teasing, but firm and she quickly wiped Marie's feet, as Samuel lowered her to a rush carpet. Then she kneltt before him as he blushed and untied his boots, pulling them from his feet. "My man told me that you took all the risks unto yourself, and tis truly thankful I am for you Milord. I know you put up with my chiding out of love. Please change your clothes, as I have warm one by the hearth. You know that all we have is due to your good will and loving care of us. My offer stands; if you need release or want a child, my body is yours when you ask. My man would be proud."

Samuel scooped the woman up from the floor to his embrace. Her legs were dangling and she laughed as she kissed his cheek. "Dear Margret, how could I entertain such a thought, twould be as if tupping my own mother, so much you have cared for me. No, to see your love for each other and the children gives me reason to know there is good in this world worth fighting for. Your service to me is more than needed." Setting her down, he made introductions. "Lady Marie, this is Margret. She makes sure I don't starve, remain somewhat clean, harasses me, and is the very definition of loving loyal service. Marie and I are courting, and she will be in my room."

Margret's face beamed as she went to curtsy before her. "Then tis most welcome to my, erm, his home, Milady. And about time, you scamp!"

Samuel blushed, "That's enough now, you Tyrant Queen. Get to the kitchen before your master wastes away." He smirked and shook his head at her departing backside.

The chidren looked up at Marie, and the little girl, with the crippled hand, spoke up. "You are as pretty as the fairy who comes and renews our hearth in the Spring." Her brother, a year older at around eight sneered. "You still believe in fairies?"

Samuel interrupted, "John, though you may not have the sight, fairies are real. I saw one this very day. You never know when they might be watching and take offense. A good squire holds his tongue from unwise statements, and asks careful questions from those better informed."

The girl's eyes were shining. "Hear that Brownie? A real fairy!"
John started a retort, thought better, and straightened his shoulders. "It is an honor to meet you, Lady Marie. You grace our household, if you have any need, I am for at your service. But for now, I must see to my Knight's boots and armor."

Samuel smiled broadly. "Very well done John. Here is a penny for each of you. Spend them wisely."

Faintly, a low voice was heard by Samuel, the girl and Marie. "Indeed, a fairy has been seen today. As you were carried by the master across the doorstep, I welcome you 'Marie', and bid you peace. I will guard all that one such as I may."

Samuel purposely ignored the voice of the housebrownie, but he did place a few feathers, copper nail and a dried apple up on a high shelf. As he left for the kitchen, with the children, Marie was left alone with the mostly benign creature, who slid down a string to the shelf to gather his new treasures. "You should count yourself lucky to have been taken by our Master. He did not choose me, but accepted my services once I saw who he is. So would your last name be hearth? Mortals have last names, you know...or don't you. But know this, if you hurt him, I will place my curse upon you! Help him, and you can expect perfect footware, scarves, and gloves each day, and no spider will come near you."