~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

[Viking Raider]

The green of the forest slowly dwindled as the lone rider made his way down the old dirt road that he had been following for the past few hours. Before him stretched a small town, the brown rooftops of its shops and homes signaled against the clear blue sky a short reprieve from his travels. It had been some time since the rider had given himself a chance to rest, though with the King's men always seeming to want him for one reason or the other he didn't exactly have the luxury to pick and choose when he could set his mind as ease. The hamlet in question seemed quite enough and usually the people of such a place were willing to stay quite to avoid trouble for themselves. He knew very well that many would tell any Red Coat of his presence should they ask but he hardly blamed them. Such was the life he had chosen.

The rider sat atop his brown steed, a strong horse of obvious good breeding. It's legs were powerful and fast, outrunning the King's riders many times before. The man atop it was even finer bred than his animal, his looks strong and dashing. Standing at just over six feet tall he was an intimidating man, broad shouldered and with the muscles of a man used to hard work and self-training. His blue eyes were framed by a handsome face, though the stubble on his chin spoke of a man who spent most of his time alone and on the road. "The first thing to go when I have the chance" he thought to himself as he entered the limits of the hamlet.

His horse trotted through the town, mingling with the men driving their own beasts of burden to their shops and back to the fields. It was obvious he was a stranger in these parts but that was hardly anything new. He did not stick out much as he moved though the cobblestone streets, wearing a simple black overcoat that could have been worn by anyone. Though it did carry the added benefit of hiding this twin pistols tucked away at his belt. Smiling as he looked around he was unable to stop himself from tipping his hat to the fair women who caught his eye, always a weakness for him. Chuckling he took to the town square, intent on finding a place to rest for the night.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Everyday Bess came into town. Fresh milk, bread, meat, and cheese needed to be brought up from town each morning and sometimes in the afternoons as well if they were particularly busy at the old inn. Her cart rattled as it went up the hill on the road that circled the moor, the sun catching in her dark, dark hair. In the last few years it was she that had been given the responsibility to fetch the supplies needed to cater to the inn and she truly did enjoy going to town. Normally a girl would not be given such a responsibility but her father had no one else that would fetch these things for free. The old horse shuddered and sniffed loudly in protest and the young woman sighed and shook her head. Her father really needed to invest in a new horse. Simon was a fine Clydesdale when he was younger but the horse was nearly as old as she and suffered for its age.

Her fiancé had even offered to buy them a new horse but the stubborn old man refused. He did not like this rich business man that came in and demanded his daughter’s hand. Yet he agreed anyway. As much as he loved his Bessie he needed to think of their livelihoods. The inn suffered. His black eyed daughter did not blame him at all for it. She simply resented the rich man for it. Thank goodness he was properly ‘courting’ her . That meant a good year or two before she had to give her life away.

The small town was bustling that day. Vendors peddled their goods to those passing through, their voices calling out ‘fresh, red apples!’ or ‘roses for your bonny lass!’ or something that was equally persuasive. If Bess had coin to spare she would sample the strawberries that were being offered by the kindly old spinster woman. Since she did not she simply nodded her head towards the woman, lifting her straw hat that protected her ivory skin from the warm rays of the sun.

Finally she reached the butcher’s store and hopped off of the cart, rubbing her poor and aching backside for a second or two before hitching Simon to the horse post and putting her straw hat on the seat. She was lucky that all of the shops she needed to visit were all near one another and she would not need to move her covered cart. A large cow carcass and a few, neat packages were loaded into her cart from the butcher. Of course she was assisted in this. Next stop was the bakery for an absurd amount of bread and a good hunk of yellow cheese. Milk was the tricky thing. Getting it back to the inn before it curdled became more difficult as the weather became warmer. Luckily she was able to convince the man to give her the freshest cans that they had.

“Flower for you miss?” someone asked as Bess was about to climb back on to her cart.

“I can’t afford anything like that,” the raven haired beauty said as she turned around. The lovely miller’s daughter was there. Tulips were in her basket instead of the traditional and highly sought after roses. Which Bess preferred. “Megan you should know better.”

The redheaded young woman smiled and handed the flower to Bess with a wink. “Just take it for free then. God knows you and your pa have helped our family out on more than one occasion.”

Bess smiled and placed the orange flower behind her ear before climbing back on to her cart. She plopped her hat on her head, nodded it in thanks, and headed back through the town and towards her father’s inn.

 

[Viking Raider]

The smell of fresh bread and roasting meat filled his nose and he couldn't help but take it all in. This was by far one of the more charming villages he had been given the chance to visit, the atmosphere pleasant and from the way the townspeople talked and greeted one another without showing him an open hostility gave him the impression that they were a polite and god-fearing folk. If there was one thing he could appreciate it was good company, one that didn't ask too many questions all the better.

He paused for a moment as the corner of his vision caught sight of a fiery red, a signal to tempt his eyes and once more drag him to acts of sin. Oh woe is he, always surrounded by the temptations of beautiful young women. Surely the devil possessed him in places such as this, causing him to flirt and commit acts that had him run out of town.

Or perhaps he was just a good-for-nothing rogue. That could be true to, he mused.

He cast his gaze towards the lovely young thing with her basket of flowers, red hair shining in the sun. She was quite the sight and he could imagine the she had several young gentlemen callers already banging at her door. He flicked his horses reins and steered him towards the girls direction with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Reaching into his coat his hands delved into the coin purse at his side to retrieve a few coin for the purchase of one of the beauty's wares, making a short prayer letting the previous owner of the purse know it would be put to good use.

He quarry had just called out to another figure, offering her a flower. Without much thought he looked at the new arrival and for once in his life felt his mind go blank.

The straw hat had hid her face from view at first, hiding the beauty underneath. But now the sun graced her fine features, her dark hair and fair skin like a beacon to his eyes, drawing them in and making him completely forget of his original object of desire. Her lips were like roses, a sweet nothing he had whispered to many girls in his time but now found himself mesmerized by the truth in human form. He watched in silence as he placed a single flower in her hair, enhancing her beauty in his eyes before she and her friend went their separate ways.

Shaking his mind from that daze he chastised himself. He was not prone to such flight of fancy, a dangerous thing to have when the only thing between you and the noose was your wits. Still, he could not hold back the desire to follow the young woman. Simply talking to her would do no harm, and if she proved willing...then he could put this out of his mind.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Bess caught a glimpse of the strange man on the horse before he was hidden other, more familiar faces. A waking dream, perhaps? No men that dashing every appearing in this small town, as charming as it may have been. There were brave and truly wonderful men but none of them had the charm and finesse that this dream man seemed to possess. A smirk crossed her lips and she shook her head, snapping the reins to get Simon moving. The old horse huffed and began to pull forward. The old wagon creaked and lurched forward and she made her way out of town. Merrily people waved and nodded in her direction. She was the landlord’s daughter, the landlord’s kindly daughter, and she had made many friends.

Down the road she traveled, whistling a tune to herself. It was a sweet but sad melody that her father used to sing to her as a child. Sometimes she wondered where he had gotten it from and dreamed that her mother used to sing it. A wistful sigh escaped her ruby lips and she edged the horse on further. Simon was trudging along at a slow pace, slower than usual.

“Ol’ boy,” she cooed softly towards the poor horse. “Papa has worked so hard. You should be giving small children trots around the inn. This type of work is too much for your bones, huh? Don’t worry… tomorrow I will demand that he gets another.” Leaning forward she patted the brown head of the heaving and foaming horse.

Over the road she traveled that circled the purple moor. She looked at the scene with a wistful smile. Such a beautiful place. It was good that the redcoats normally did not come out this far. King Gorge’s men brought nothing but death and destruction. Terrible men with their own agenda and none of it honorable, the redcoats ate and drank the village to poverty; never paying for anything.

Suddenly the cart gave a violent jolt. Simon’s knees had buckled and the poor old horse was attempted to get up! Another tremor when through the cart , nearly sending her flying off. Luckily only her hat tumbled off of her head. Tightly she held on to the reigns as she attempted to stay on as the creature panicked.

“Calm down!” she yelled. The intensity of her voice only worked to spook the horse further and when he did manage to pull himself up, he galloped so quickly that Bess lost control of the cart! Against the road the hooves pounded, the covered cart creaked and bounced precariously. A scream emitted from her lips as she now fought desperately not to be tossed off!

 

[Viking Raider]

He saw the accident waiting to occur as the horse nearly fell over itself. He didn't have to have lived her to know that horse was too old to be doing such labor, the beast well past its prime. He gripped the reins of his own horse tightly, gritting his teeth in concern as the young lady let out a scream. That was not the best way to handle a frightened animal, nor was this the was he wanted to introduce himself. Oh well, not much to be done here.

Kicking his horse into action he took off after her just as the old steed took of in a panic, apparently there still being some fight left in those bones of his. A cloud of dust kicked off behind them as the rider sallied forth, squinting his eyes and catching sight of the ladies hair twisting in the wind. A beautiful sight even when she was in peril, if he was inclined to laugh about the matter. He did find the moment to snatch the straw hat flying towards him on the wind, acting on instinct as it almost sailed past.

Hurriedly he rode up beside her, the horses hoof beats thundering in the air as they rocketed down the road. He wasted no time in catching up for fear the creature might crash in on itself sending his lady tumbling to her possible death. With a practiced hand he reached out for the harness of her old horse, grasping it with all his strength and pulling back on it. The old stallion fought against him, the panic and fear evident in his black eyes but still the rider held fast. As the sweat dripped from his brow he managed to steer the beast to the side of the road, slowly but surely getting him to slow his pace and end the threat to the young woman's life.

Even as he stopped the old horse was still letting out sounds of fear, his legs jumping up and almost getting ready to run again. The riders own beast held itself, like its owner having nerves of steel. Gently petting the animals head he whispered soothing words in it's ear, her horse calming down and slowly but surely planting all its hoofs to the dirt.

"That's a good boy," he smiled. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a carrot, a little something he carried with him for his own ride, and let the old steed enjoy a snack. Turning his attention to its owner he let go of the reins, assured she was no longer in any danger.

"Pardon me my fair lady," he bowed his head to her. She was even more radiant up close than he had thought. He had expected such charms in a castle or manor, not on a run-down cart in this small town. Moving his horse over to her side he smiled, handing her the straw hat only slightly crumbled from his grip. "You dropped this. I felt inclined to return it to you."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Madly she fought the horse as it rampaged, careening madly and nearly running them off of the road. Arms flew up in front of her face. No matter how hard she tried she just could not get the old steed under control. Bess was all a tremble as the Highwayman came riding up beside her. Arms covered her black eyes and, in the dust and confusion, she could not make out the figure of the man who had spurred to save her. It was not until the horse was pulled to a stop had she realized anyone had intervened at all.

Her heart was racing still. Who had saved her? Surely the horse was not pulled by some unseen force. Logically someone had to have saved her. Slowly she lowered her arms and who should she see but the man she thought was a figment of her girlish imagination. Her eyes widened for a moment and her cheeks burnt, leaf bits and dust caught in her long black hair. She licked her lips to whet them. They were dry from the dirt that was kicked up.

The noise of her old and exhausted horse munching on the carrot was the only sound between the two. Her cheeks burnt bright red, making the color of her dress look faded in comparison. He had even saved her straw hat, though battered. That hardly mattered to her. This was an amazing, mind boggling, and completely impossible. A smile crossed her lips and she chuckled as she took the hat and placed it gingerly back on her head.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied. Her voice still held the fear of what had just happened. Surprisingly she was shedding no tears. It was a rare thing when the girl cried over anything. They were useless and she rarely had anything to cry over. Ba-bump. Her heart sounded against her chest. Could he hear it? Ba-bump. “For saving me. I did not expect Simon to give out of me like that. I do not know how I can ever repay you…”

She trailed off as she came up with an idea. That would work! This man had been traveling. She had never seen him before and it was likely he came from very far. “I know! Follow me back to the inn and I will have a free meal prepared for you and possibly a room as well, if you are exhausted. I assume you are exhausted from saving a twit girl whom pushed her horse too forcibly.”

 

[Viking Raider]

He took a deep breath at the sight of her cheeks blushing, the girlish habit not escaping his notice. The red tint made him want to take her in his arms right then and there and just hold her, but of course one must mind manners. He smiled at her trying to avoid looking down towards the rest of her form, keeping his view on her black eyes. He couldn't recall ever seeing such eyes before. Even with his attention drawn to her face he listened to her every word, his own heart beating faster than normal. What was this feeling growing inside him? This felt like more than simple lust.

"You flatter me and insult yourself my dear," he chuckled. He patted the horse's backside, feeling the bony structure underneath his skin. "Even an experienced rider could find a horse in this state hard to control. To demean yourself with such harsh words in unfitting to a girl of your charm."

Now a free room and board...that was a tempting offer. One night couldn't hurt, though staying in one place too long would prove too dangerous. He had robbed to many nobles and killed to many corrupt soldiers for them to give up in looking for them. "And I could only take you up on your offer if it is of no problem with you. I would hate to take any coppers from your inn by eating for free."

He smiled and removed his head, bowing to her with all the politeness of a gentleman. He thought over all the names he had used recently, making sure not to repeat himself. "My name is Johnathan, and I am at your service my lady."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Bess cleared her throat. It was true that she was self deprecating in nature when the time called for it. Honestly how could anyone blame her? If only she could have paid more attention to poor Simon. T’was a fool who would not have noticed that the old stud was on the verge of collapse. Yet she did not press the matter further. The Clydesdale was now recovering from the ordeal and happily munching on a carrot; a splendid and refreshing treat.

Her face faltered just a smidgen when he mentioned money. It was true that the inn could have seen much better days. Taxes and soldiers taking liberties with the rooms, food and ale had seen to that. Yet there was no doubt in her mind that her father would have given this man the very clothes on his back for he had saved his daughter. And certainly he had said her. All to easily she could have been killed in that accident. She had just hoped that none of the milk spilt or nothing smashed the bread and cheese. The beautiful young woman placed a hand to her head and groaned. She had not even thought of that until now!

Though instead of jumping off the cart to check, she continued to sit and smile brilliantly. Johnathan. Bess had always rather fancied the name and her heart gave a flutter. Her breath felt light and pure in her chest, making her lightheaded. What was this feeling? Could she be so easily charmed by a handsome man that rescued her from certain peril? Did not all girls dream of encounters like this?

“I am Elisabeth,” she replied. Shocked was she that she introduced herself so formally. Everyone knew her as Bess; a common nickname for Elisabeth, but she never viewed herself as an Elisabeth. Bess or Bessie suited her far better. Quickly she amended it. “Bess, if you rather. I know that I would. It is a pleasure to meet you Johnathan and I am sure papa won’t mind. He will want to help the man who saved his daughter’s life.”

Her attention then turned back to her horse and she winced. Poor old fellow. He had another mile to go until they made it to the inn. She leant forward, ample bosom pressed against her bodice and threatened to break free. At seventeen she had some womanly growing to do yet and was popping out of dresses left and right. So much coin just went to keep her properly clothed these days!

“I am just not sure how I am going to get Simon back home with all of this food. We need the supplies desperately.”

A pout crossed her lips and she sighed.

“Ride on ahead me and explain to my father that I will be around shortly and that I offered you a free dinner and a place to stay for the night.”

 

[Viking Raider]

Her breasts were not the only thing threatening to break free at that moment. The sight of bosom stretching against her bodice raised a fire inside him and sent blood rushing to his manhood. She was so young and innocent, but with an aura of sexuality that she seemed to be ignorant of. Oh what he would have given to take her now, to ravish her body upon the grass and show her how a man treats a lady. But while he was many things, thief, murderer, and traitor to the crown, he was not a man who assaulted vulnerable young women. A willing partner was so much more interesting. Though a slightly reluctant one could be fun to tease...

He donned his hat again, tapping his finger to his chin. It was clear that Simon was in no state to drag such a heavy load whatever distance she wanted. He looked at his own steed in the eye, smirking at the thought. The honrse let out a whinny at that moment, as if it knew what its master was thinking.

"My dear Elizabeth...no Bess, though you grace me by allowing such a drop of formality, I cannot sit ride ahead knowing that you may be in danger still should your horse give out." Swinging one leg over his large beast he dropped to that the ground, brushing himself off of the dust that had accumulated and making sure his weapons were out of sight. "I offer you my horse in his place. He is fit and strong and could easily make such a trip. I can walk Simon to your inn. The old boy could certainly use the rest."

He held his companion by the reigns, offering to help her. "His name is Tallaroy, and he has been my fateful companion for some time now." That was the horse's real name of course, as he sincerely doubted the wanted posters spoke of the horse by name."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Again her face found flush when he called her by her name. It was like a sweet caress. This man must have had a chain miles and miles long, with broken hearts connected to each link. It was clear that he was a charmer. Bess told herself to be careful; she had a fiancé and she had to consider what Johnathan was working towards. This sort of thinking was useless. Her heart was already swelling with his kindness not only towards her but towards her ancient steed. A nice stroll for the old boy would do the broken horse some good.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she studied the horse. It was a sleek and fine ride, bred for speed. Like its owner it was powerful looking and a beautiful sight. Casually she reached over to pet its strong neck. Bess did not know the effect she held over men and she did not realize that she gave her savior quite the scenic view. “He is such a beautiful horse, with such a pretty name. I am afraid such heavy pulling may be too much for him.”

The beautiful landlord’s daughter straightened up and straitened her hat out more. “If you insist though Johnathan, I will have to take you up on the offer. My poor Simon is just unfit for the trip altogether. I have been telling Papa to get a new horse for the last few years but he insists that Si is still workable.”

She hopped down from the driver’s seat of the carriage. Bess had not cared about grace when dismounting the traveling device. Right now she had a horse to unhitch and replace it with another. She walked with a sway to her hips and she patted the dust of her dulling red dress. The crunching from Simon had stopped and she began to carefully unhitch the horse. He was a good behaved ride and simply stayed were he was at, bending his neck down to sniff for water or grass.

“I’ll just hook up your Tallaroy,” she said with a smile and she went to do just that.

 

[Viking Raider]

Never one to resist temptation for long he took every moment he could to eye her form, studying the curves that lay underneath her red dress whenever her head was turned. Like a true gentleman he helped her were he could, ensuring the horse did not act up again while she readied the harness. "Don't worry about my horse here. He can be disagreeable at times but put him to work and he's the best you can find." He pulled away with Simon, holding his reigns leading him to the side of the cart.

"Quite the large haul you have here" he remarked, eyes trailing over the large supplies of foodstuffs before taking an ample gaze at her bottom. "I'm looking forward to seeing this inn of yours. I must admit, the prospect of a bed for the night is very appealing."

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The carriage pulled up alongside the old inn, it's make appearing brand new. It's outer frame shined in the sun, black with a gold-colored outline. The two white horses that pulled it along looked just as expensive as they actually were, standing in the sun like two proud animals out of a storybook. One of the drivers, dressed in a fine a outfit as servant was allowed, dismounted from the head of the carriage and lowered the steps from the door, opening it for his Lord and master and bowing humbly. "Your destination sir," he said, eyes lowered and to the ground.

A black-booted foot stepped out of the carriage, followed soon by a man whose every inch spoke of high class and money. His coat was a brilliant red with black lace and looked like it cost more than most of the inn. He held a cane at his side in his black-gloved hand, its head carved like that of a dragon, and it pressed deep into the ground with every step. He had no use of it as a crutch, simply enjoying the feel of it in his hand. The sharp blade that it his was also of added benefit.

But his most striking feature was his face. Cold and sharp, he was very much considered a handsome man but with a personality like that of a snake. Quite and unassuming at first, but given any moment of weakness and he would strike you down and take what he wanted. Such was the case now as he approached the inn, seeking his bride to be. He was trying to make a habit of meeting her here and reminding her of her station. With her family not well off financially he seized that chance to make her his, her being the most beautiful woman in all these parts. He only had the best for his household and be planned to do the same for his bed.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

“Papa always makes sure there is ample enough food for our guests, even if we can’t afford such a luxury to give. He is quite the ample man and not only enjoys feeding himself but watching other get fed.” Bess replied. A look crossed her face; one of complete and utter amusement and love. How she loved her father, her kindly but strange old father. He had cared so much for the personal comfort of each guest. Bess and he cleaned everything from top to bottom on Sundays, fresh linen was put on the beds, and guests were seen off with a smile and wave from the ‘most beautiful girl’ in all of Britain. Or so that is how her father marketed it.

She started the horse off at a trot. It was a good stead and the ride was smooth and easy. The occasional bump and rickets coming from the condition of the carriage itself. This was older than she; her mother used to ride it into town to do the job that Bess now had, and sometimes did not agree with anything. However she kept the horse at a trot, quite smitten with the dashing man that had come to her rescue.

“So where do you hail from?” she asked, noting the accent to his voice was quite different than those of the villagers. “Someplace in England maybe? I have always wanted to travel to London but I do have my pride.” Her people were still sore from a battle that happened between them and the English. This was mostly because the English had won and taken over their fair isle. A lyrical chuckle came from her as she pressed the conversation on. It seemed that once she was comfortable, Bess could talk the ear of a dead soldier. “My mother was from England says father. He says that he traded a good sow and some chickens for her and got ripped off in the process.”

It was a joke her father told her about the woman who now laid dead in a plot right outside the moor. In the spring fresh flowers were placed in front of it weekly. Tulips, which had been her favorite, of the brightest yellow.

-_-_-_-

Tim was always eager to help the fancy man that came from the City. Bessie‘s, beautiful Bessie’s, future husband was a rich and powerful man and could do great things for them. For him in particular. The life of a stable hand was a poor one indeed, especially if he could not get beyond the reaches of that shitty old in. How badly did he want to be the personal valet to such a man. To be his valet meant great thing, Tim wagered. Dinners with King Gorge and other men of wealth and taste. Claret velvet coats and large lace cravats and all of the finery that tending to horses never allotted him. Perhaps a chance to even sample Bess as a reward once she was married off to the fine man. This man did not view women like he viewed men, he viewed them like property. Which Tim fully agreed with.

What singled the man’s coming was the commotion that Douglas, the innkeeper, was making. How he loathed the man he fixed his daughter with. How he had been coerced! King Gorge was a powerful chip to play against a lowly innkeep with a tempting young daughter.

Tim began to arrange it so the lord’s horses would have the best stalls and the freshest grains. When he came riding up, because such an ornate carriage made a noise with the guest Tim was able to assume, he walked out to personally treat his horses and get a good glimpse of the man.

 

[Viking Raider]

He could feel the love for her father radiating from her as he walked alongside the carriage, Simon proving docile and quite pleased to have the heavy load lifted from him. "He sounds like quite the man, and she quite the woman. I'm looking forward to meeting them, though I hardly see how he can call it being ripped off when he got such a charming daughter out of the arrangement."

His gaze turned to the countryside for a moment, thinking back on old memories at her question. "Yes, I hail from such parts. Though my travels keep me moving from place to place enough that I've found home in many town and villages throughout my lifetime." He had not the luxury of such a loving upbringing. A bastard son born of a prostitute found little care in the slums. Had he not sought his own path on the highways he could very much see himself having died years ago in some gutter. But here he was, oftentimes mistaken for a man of good breeding and wealth, and all he had to deal with was the constant threat of the Red Coats. Not a bad change, if he had to say.

His attention was quickly back on her, eager to here the story of her life. There was little point dwelling on his own past after all.

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Sir James eyed the establishment with unhidden disdain. How he loathed to come out here to this rough neck of the woods, mingling with the common people who passed through this inn. He would never have come here all that time ago had the rumors of Bess's beauty not reach his ear from one of his personal guards, a man now barred from this place for having slapped the girls bottom in the presence of her father. From the moment he had seen those ruby red lips of hers, perfect for certain decadent bedroom practices, and the curves whispered of by her dresses he knew she had to be his. Her station mattered little as long as she was beautiful as a woman would have little else to offer in his lifestyle, the friends amongst the gentry knowing the proper place of a woman.

His cane hit hard against the wooden porch, announcing his presence with every step. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the site of that miserable little troll, Tim. He would have been a fool not to notice the man's obvious attempts to meet his favor, a cowardly little suck-up if James had every saw one. But such men had their uses and if the young man proved as eager as he looked than perhaps their were some jobs he could hire him for.

He stepped into the inn with a eye out for his bride to be. His nose flared up at the smell, a scent only really he perceived in his hatred for being here. Had the foolish woman not insisted on doing this the "proper" way he would have married her right off and taken her away from this place, never returning if he had any say in the matter.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

A silent type! Oh, she knew there was something very special about him. Not many men tolerated the mindless chatter of a woman. Even from one as lovely as the innkeeper’s daughter. Yes, it was proper to entertain them for a few minutes, but to let them blather on and on was considered unladylike. After all what did a woman know of anything beside flowers, dresses, and the pianoforte? If you asked those of the lower yoke there was quite a bit more.

“Even though it is not the type of accommodations that you are used to,” she started off in a different subject entirely, “the inn is charming. At least I think it is. It has a quaint thatched roof and a historical charm that is detached from the modern sense of beauty. Some have even said it was like stepping into a fairytale!”

The inn may have been old and outdated but Bess certainly thought that it, with its placement by the lavender depths of the more and centuries old appearance was just perfect. Some thought it was just awful. Her mind went to her fiancé and she let out an audible sigh. Men of tastes, so called tastes, just thought it was a ratty old thing.

“But you will see,” she said as she attempted to lift her spirits. “Father has put a lot of work into it. His own two hands have gone into repairing and making the place just wonderful. He is getting old though. Too old to go up and thatch the roof anymore.”

There was an awkward silence as they came over the hill that would put them in sight of the inn. How she hated to think of her father’s mortality. He had raised her all by himself but it had taken a toll on him mentally and physically. It sadden her to think of it. Yet all of that went from her mind. In the distance, like a horrid light in the distance, was a carriage. Brand new as it was she had no doubt who it belonged to. Her heart stopped beating for a moment. “Oh no. Not that bastard.”

-_-_-_-

Tim was delusional. He had come to think that he had a good relationship with Sir James. There were things that he was able to do for him that no one else was able to. Like tell him that the old loon of a landlord never paid his taxes in full. Like Bess liked to bathe in the spring further back on the property. Though he had yet given that little bit of information yet. Later that night he would. It was warm out and the black-eyed beauty would not doubt find her way to the spring that evening. Now he took the horses and made sure they were comfortable.

When the influential man stepped in he would not see Bess, normally she would be the one to greet those at the door. Instead he saw a cheery, overweight man behind the bar, wiping his beer mugs and bottles down with a whistle. There was no hair on his heads, just puffs of coarse gray pieces around his temples and the back of his neck. His eyes were a bright, bright blue and he bore a large, bulb like nose. His skin was bright red, particularly around the nose. It was clear that his daughter had gotten her mother’s looks. As soon as he noticed the snobbish man’s presence, Douglass’ whistling stopped and a rather dark look passed his face.

“Afternoon,” he said. There was a bite to his tone that he did not even attempt to hide. “We weren’t expecting you here until the end of summer. Is something wrong? Come to cry off on Bessie? There are likely fairer maids in London. Well, good Sir, I accept. Ale?”

 

[Viking Raider]

Was indeed quite the talker, though with a voice as lovely as her she could be cursing him and he would still stop to listen. He found himself enjoying her company, himself preferring to listen to the stories of others and learning what he can of them and from them. It had saved his skin more than once.

As they approached the inn he could see what she what she meant when she said her father had put work into it. Though old and looking as though it could have gone through a few more renovations he could sense that it meant a great deal to her, and any place loved by such a charming girl must have its own hidden charms. Trailing his eyes over the land he spotted the carriage parked outside and felt his mind flare up, his sense as a highwayman taking over.

Two drivers: one at the reigns while the other acted as protection, most likely wielding a rifle or a blunderbuss with both carrying a pistol or two in all likelihood. The presence of the white horses and the obvious quality of the entire carriage meant that the owner must be quite wealthy indeed, one of the higher members in the upper crust and very rich. Such a man who flaunted his wealth would most likely be carrying a substantial coin purse, his ego large enough for him to not to worry about the risk. Even if this proved not to be true such a mans clothes and anything he would carry would be worth a pretty penny, not including any gold bits that may be attached to the carriage itself.

He came back from his thoughts, aware now that his lovely companion was unabashedly upset. Not exactly uncommon for the lower class to feel, but odd for someone running a business. "Pardon if I seem rude, but is something troubling you? It seems that the presence of that carriage is distressing you."

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The nobleman sneered at the gall of this man, one of the few who did nothing to hide their disdain for him. Had he the mind to he could have had him thrown in prison for any number of reasons regardless of the truth behind them. The only reason this man could still mind his rat-infested inn was the pretty little thing that he and his probably whore of wife had manged to conceive. James would have the last laugh of course when that little bitch was in his bed and suffering his lusts.

"You're sense of humor precedes you," James said as he approached the bar keeping a careful eye out for Bess. "I only came to meet with my bride to be, to make sure of her health and well-being. Living in such a..." he waved his hand, gesturing to the aged building. "...state, cannot be good for her young body." This was not the first time he had come, seeking to convince the girl to hurry up with the wedding. Both parties knew this adherence to traditional courting was just a way of delaying the inevitable.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Distressing wasn’t even the word. Unconsciously she slowed the horse pulling her cart until it was almost completely still. She drew in a deep breath. This was not supposed to happen. Why did he always try this? Bess knew immediately why he was there. Another attempt at getting her to marry him prematurely. Her nose crinkled. What a horrible thing to come back to! Especially when she was having a such a lovely time with an actual gentleman. Just like James to ruin a perfectly fine day.

“You truly have no idea,” Bess said in a whisper. Was it that she was afraid that James would be able to hear? Slowly the pair approached the ornate carriage; a true abortion of actual elegance and grace. She sat up strait and swallowed harshly. “My fiancé is visiting. Though I am less than pleased with him at any length. The manipulator. The brute. The bastard.”

Hiding her distain for the man was impossible and she did not strive to. There was something about Johnathan that she trusted and she knew he would not hold it against the inn. The hooves clattered against the cobbles of the old inn yard and the cart rattled. Instead of pulling up along side of the carriage she instead looped around, urging Johnathan to follow.

“I would be happy if he simply dropped off of the face of the earth,” she said. “That way I would not have to worry about him hassling my papa or trying to press me to be his bride.”

They had reached a backdoor that lead into the kitchen and she slowed the horse to a stop, jumping off of the cart again and heading in the back to start pulling out food. Cook should have been waiting at the door for them. All she would have to do was pull out some of cans of milk for the man and he would take care of the rest.

“But do not worry. It is my place. Sometimes I hate being a woman though.”

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Douglas simply lifted his shoulder. James’ barbs had little effect on the old landlord. When he had first met the man it had meant significantly more. He had taken pride in his nice, quaint inn over the hill. Now he simply brushed it off. James was a bitter, bitter man who put all of his value in what he could own.

“Oh, aye,” he said as he poured himself a mug of ale. “She hasn’t been sleeping with the pigs lately so she isn’t as dirty as normal. If you thought she was pretty before wait until you see her without mud on her face! Though, growing up the way she did, I doubt that her health would be effected by a little dirt. She is no wilting, English rose.”

He took a large swig of his ale and eyed the man.

“She’s out doing some errands for me. She should be back shortly. Are you sure you don’t want some ale? It will help you to deal better with your surroundings.”

 

[Viking Raider]

The highwayman was taken aback when she mentioned her fiancee. It was not so much a shock that she would be engaged, for her beauty and charm were such that any man would be happy to lay claim to her. What surprised him was her station and the station of her husband-to-be. That a man of high status to "degrade" himself to the level of marrying a commoner was surprising to him, especially with the characteristic egos of the upper crust. Though with a body like Bess had...he could understand that a man of high standing might take the risk.

Though this did make his original goals more difficult. Though enjoying a night of passion with the innkeeper's daughter had been in his mind since he saw her the idea of a rich fiancee made the risk higher. Even staying here now, with such a man with connections to potentially every Red Coat in the area was a huge problem and could mean his death.

Of course, he was always one to steal things of beauty and value from any noble he came across.

"It is truly unfair for you to be pressed into such a marriage," he said, helping with the cans of milk where he could. He hated to see a girl upset for any reason. "Though believe me, I'm sure that you will find being a woman can be...truly wonderful. It depends on your company, that is all."

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James bit back a sneer, turning away from the insufferable man. He preferred the old barkeep when he got angry over his jabs. "No thank you, I will await my bride here. When she arrives..." oh how he wanted to throw this man into the jailhouse and watch his daughter beg for mercy. Then he would show that whore how she deserved to be treated. He could already picture her bent over, the lash whipping her back as the tears fell from her eyes. Himself undoing his breeches, running his hands along her fine ass...

He came out of his daze, shaking his head before looking back to Douglas. "When she arrives send her strait to me."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Bess gave a laugh. He was right. Being a woman did have it’s advantages. She knew that if she wanted she could get her father to do anything she wanted. Large eyes, shimmering with tears, and a quivering lip seemed to get many men into fits trying to make sure she was comfortable. Most men did not like to see women cry. Yet James was different. Once she had stubbed her toe and tripped, getting a plate full of food down her favorite apron, to the point of being damaged beyond cleaning. He was smirking like a cat at the humiliation and pain she was feeling. That look had struck her. It still struck her upon remembering it and she felt the blood drain from her face.

When they had made sure that everything was ready for Cook, she undid the fine horse from the dart and knocked on the door three times before leading Johnathan back to the stables so they could get the horses grain, water, and a nice place to rest.

“He is a dreadful man,” she continued in a hushed voice. Tim was more than likely lurking about. That man was an insufferable. He was as bright as a snuffed candle and had the demeanor of a nasty dog. Naturally him and James made quite the pair in tormenting the beautiful landlord’s daughter; Tim having taken to being James snitch. “He basically pushed father in to the engagement by blackmailing him. It’s been dreadful. Whenever he is here he always makes sure that we know our ‘places’ in his eyes.”

There was a rustling of hay and she knew that the half mad stable boy had heard what she said. The black haired beauty rolled her eyes and began to hook up Johnathan’s horse. She looked around and found a feedbag full of oats, which she promptly placed on the lovely stud.

“I suppose it is time to meet the man your-”

A loud, agitated scream came from in the direction of the kitchen and she gave a snigger. The wrong cheese. She must have bought the wrong type of cheese for the French bred cook with the sensitive palate. It was always the cheese. She took the other horse from Johnathan and hook Simon up in a very similar fashion before patting him and whispering in his ear about being a good boy.

“Now let’s get you a room and something in that stomach,” she turned to the stunning man. A flush crossed her cheeks. She did not notice how close they were before. Her heart beat and she stared up at him, black eyes sparkling. She had to shake her head to pull herself from the trance and instantly she took a step backwards, nearly tripping into a trough of water. Regaining her composure, she added, “just follow me.”

And she lead him through the stable and back to the cobbles of the old inn yard and to the dark wooden door with the green stained glass window.

-_-_-_-

A loud string of French erupted from behind the bar and instantly sent Douglas into hysterics. That noise from Cook was the signal that Bess had arrived from getting the food. The young woman always bought the wrong kind of cheese and it would send the French born chef into hysterics. It did not matter though. He was always able to make something delicious with whatever the brazen girl bought from the store.

“Ah, it seems that the Lass should be walking through that door any minute,” he said as he motioned with his head towards the front entrance. “She always likes to play games with poor Cook. Bessie has always been a little feisty though. English men have no appreciation for that sort of spirit. I find it charming.”

Another large gulp of ale went down. Soon he would be privy to an exchange which would include Bessie blatantly refusing this man. Doug sighed and a wistful smile crossed his lips. The look on the pompous ass’ face was enough to keep him warm all winter long.

Almost on perfect cue the door open and in came Bess. Her face was flushed, hair a mess, and was breathing roughly. Just what had the young girl been doing?

 

[Viking Raider]

He held back a scowl at the thought of this man who had earned the ire of this girl, one who in such a short while had proved to Johnathan to be of kind heart and soul if not a little absent-minded with horses. It seemed that almost all men of standing and wealth in this land lived only to torment the lesser and downtrodden folk in order to take what little happiness they had. It was moments like this, watching a pretty young things face turning red at injustice, that served to strengthen his resolve in fighting back against the crown in the only way he could. Of course he'd be lying if he said he robbed to bring justice to the poor and not for the money, but part of him always when out to the victims of the greater criminals that called themselves nobility.

He was aware of their guest before she was, sensing eyes upon him and hearing the faint steps of the rat as he encroached upon their privacy. He made no more show he knew, letting Bess talk of her hatred for the noble. If it was someone from the Red Coats he would have to leave, but the way Bess was whispering and seemed to cast an eye around told him that it was not he that was the center of attention. He let the matter be, enjoying himself more as Bess came closer, their bodies a few scant inches away. With just a slight push he could have touched her, could have ran his fingers down her side and caressed her thigh. He could smell her even over the stable, a unique feminine scent mixed with the sweat of a hard days work.

All too soon it was over and she pulled back, aware of their proximity. He smiled like nothing happened, letting her lead the way. "Food sound wonderful, though it pains me to see that I saved your life only to have you distressed by such a man. If there was something more I could do for you in this regard, I would."

As he followed her inside he thought on the matter, wondering if he could. Someone in his position, outside the law and already on the run had so many more options than the common folk. And as he entered the quaint inn his thoughts on the matter doubled, for the first thing his eyes met were those of James himself. You could tell a lot of a man from the way he looked at you, and all the highwayman saw in him was cruelty and hatred, there was not even the slightest hint of kindness or charity whiten them.

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The screams from the kitchen caused James to jump somewhat in his chair though he moved to hide it at once. God how he hated this place and its people. "Well that," he said to the bartender, "is something that can be trained out of any woman."

At the sound of his bride to be entering he turned at once, putting on his airs and smiling in false anticipation. His eyes widened at the sight of her, her features that of several woman he had taken in his time. The little whore...she couldn't have...wouldn't have...the bitch would not DARE go against him in such a way!

He got to his feet, stepping towards her when his eyes locked on to the man behind her. Dressed in black and with the face of a rouge if he ever saw one, James at once felt an intense loathing for the figure. The way he held himself was one of confidence and charm and James did not miss the sideways glances the his bride-to-be would give as the entered. The man in black looked back at him just as intently, his eyes almost daring James to act against him. The noble steeled himself, ignoring the stranger for the moment and turning to his fiancee.

"Elizabeth," his voice was cold and demanding. "Where have you been? And who is this?"

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Bess could feel his eyes instantly on her and she tilted her head to glare at James. His tone is what set her anger off. The man was acting as if she just had a rut with Johnathan. Not to mention he had used her full name. Her lips pursed. Elisabeth was what her father called her when she had done something wrong as a child. She ran a hand through her long, black wavy hair and huffed audibly. How nasty his mind was! Never before had she let someone as so much as touch her. James knew. She had rebuffed him several times.

“I was out getting groceries,” she stated in a matter-of-fact and clipped tone. Arms came to protectively cross around her chest and her shoulders were thrown back. “I was nearly killed; Simon had collapsed and when the cart wouldn’t stop, he became frightened and began to run madly. If it weren’t for this gentleman that you keep glaring daggers at, I would likely have a broken neck.”

Without giving him proper mind or recognition she simply blew past him, making her way over to her father. He was looking sallow from the news. Even to so much as stop drinking his ale and intently listen to what she had to say. Bess was all that the landlord had and to hear that she had been in the slightest bit of danger worried him to no end.

“Are you alright, Bessie?” he asked. His large blue eyes were wide and his emotions were easily read in them. The black eyed beauty instantly lost her edge and she took her father’s large face in her hands. Poor man. At his age he shouldn’t have to worry about such things.

“I am fine Papa. Just a little shaken.” she told him as she pressed a kiss to his bulbous nose. Seeing the two together it was impossible to tell that they were related at all. Save for the skin; they both had that pale nearly white hue. Though her father’s had become blotchy with age and years of drinking and being out in the sun. “Johnathan, that man in the black cloak, he saved me. I know you won’t mind if he stays a night for free and gets a good meal in him.”

“Not at all! Not at all. Anything for the man who rescued my little angel.”

Bess smiled brightly, showing off her white teeth. It was an oddity for such a girl to keep herself so taken care of but she did think very highly of herself. More so than any woman of a man like James should have. Her cheeks flushed as she stole a glance away at Johnathan. He looked even better from a distance. It was clear that he kept in good shape. The time he had spent on a horse had given him great a physique and a confidence seemed to pour off of him.

“I can show you up to our best room,” she said to him. Again she was completely ignoring James. This was a small indulgence she was allowing herself. For the rest of her life she would be bound to that ogre. Now she simply wanted to fantasize and be a young woman.

 

[Viking Raider]

James scowled openly at the stranger, not missing the look that his fiancee was giving the man. The little trollop dared to treat he future husband in such a manner while strutting herself for some two-bit horseman? This would not stand. He stepped in between Elizabeth and the rider, moving too quickly for them to close the gap. "Hold one moment girl, I did not come all this way to be brushed aside like that." His anger was plain, brows lowered as he stared her down. "And this is just the thing I was talking about. Were we wed you would already been living in luxury and not being dragging by some flea-ridden horse to and from town. Tf his is not the place of my future wife." He couldn't understand how she spurned each and every one of his advances when he offered her everything and more, things other girls in her position would kill for!

"And you," he snapped at Johnathan. Though his distaste for the man ran as thick as his arrogance he held himself back, putting up at least some air of gratefulness. "Such heroism must not go unrewarded. Staying a night in this..." he gestured to the building, "...hovel is no way to treat the man who saved my Elizabeth. Might I offer you a night in my manor as well as, shall we say, a monetary compensation?"

He wanted this rider out, that was plain to see. Johnathan was not the first man he bought off to leave Elizabeth alone, and especially not the first that might take more...extreme measure with."

Johnathan, to his credit, gave James only the attention that the man believed he deserved. It was hard enough listen to the fool prattle on while Bess kept staring at him with those beautiful eyes. Monetary compensation? Ha, it was worth more to Johnathan to stay in the good graces of the lovely vision he had saved than even touch and gold offered by this bastard.

"That is all well and good," the rider said as he stepped forward past the noble. James could only stand there, stupefied by the brash arrogance of the rider as he approached Bess with a smirk. "But this fine lady has offered me her room and board, something that is no small expense for an inn." He bowed to her father, tipping his hat in the utmost respect. "It would be shameful for me turn it down. And of course not to mention leave what I can smell to be..." he took a whiff of the air coming in from the kitchen. "...a delicious meal."

Holding his arm out for her, in what was clearly a jab at the noble, Johnathan gave her a wink and a nod. "I would be honored if you could show me my room, my dear."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

A hovel? That personally insulted Bess. They had worked so hard to make sure that the inn was a lovely, if quaint, establishment. Even though she knew that James was always like this and that he was just being pompous, it still bothered her. How her father could remain calm under such blatant and undeserved cruelty was beyond her. It made her want to slap him and scream and stomp her feet like a rabid child.

She would have, too, but Johnathan handle it with much more tact than what she ever could. A highly satisfied smile crossed her lips and she used her hip to push James out of the way. A smirk crossed her lips, one that screamed defiance, and she looked over her shoulder to toss it back at her fiancé. That should have put him in his place; to know that she much preferred the company of a lowly horseman than to her own betrothed. Inwardly she chuckled. There was not a thing he could do about it either. The pair were not married yet but she knew that he sorely wished to show her a thing or two.

"It will be my pleasure, sir," she replied. She intertwined her arm with his. Again her heart beat madly and a flushed crossed her pale cheeks. Why did his very touch send her into such a titter? How silly and girlish she must have appeared then; with a dreamy look on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. A look that she had never given anyone before.

She lead him up the stairs to the second floor of the inn. It was well kept and homey. The wooden floors were scuffed; a sign that over the years many feet and trunks had been taken over them. On the walls hung paintings and drawings of local artist. They weren't the best but they added a certain rustic charm to the place that Bess found immensely endearing. At the end of the hallway, pushed beneath a window, was a small desk with a fresh vase of wild flowers that Bess had picked that morning. She worked hard to make the place as homey as possible.

"Here we are," she said with a smile as she went to a door and opened it. Inside was a large room with a nice, big bed that was covered with a patchwork quilt and large, fluffy pillows. There was a decent sized vanity with a pitcher and bowl in it for freshening up. In either corner were a chest of drawers and a dresser for things that needed to be hung. At the foot at the bed, covered with extra blankets, was a trunk with a lock and a key, to keep valuables from prying eyes. "I figured this room would be best. It has the most accommodations and will likely be good for a horseman like yourself. The bath is down the hall and I can heat water for you and fill it if you wish."

The idea of him bathing sent her cheeks into a brighter shade of red.

 

[Viking Raider]

James did not move from that spot for several moments as Elizabeth and the rider walked up the stairs arm in arm, the feel of her hips butting him aside like a piece of trash still fresh on his mind. It had been some time since he was so badly shot down. There had been many who rebuffed him, who tried to stand up for themselves, but in the end James had always had his way. For this...horseman to treat him with so much disrespect, to insult him by acting so flirtatious with his bride was the supreme insult.

James looked at the barkeep and smiled. This was the side of James that many had come to dread. Though he was known for being an insufferable prick he did not get in his position for nothing. Beneath that pompous exterior was someone not to be trifled with, one who could and would go to any lengths to destroy hie enemies.

"It seems I have outstayed my welcome," he said to the barkeep with a bow. All the airs of politeness were on now, to the point where you would think James had left already and been replaced. "I wish you and your daughter the finest of health."

With that he left, leaving behind a atmosphere of dread. As soon as he stepped outside he looked for that miserable little worm Tim. The rat was never far when James was in town.

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Johnathan eyed the room, patting her arm in thanks as he pulled away to face her. He was a man of the world and had charmed many young ladies into his bed and the looks she was giving him were not going unnoticed. It seemed that he was not alone in his desires.

"Enchanting," he said, never taking his eyes off her own. "You know exactly how to make a man feel welcome, my beautiful Bess." Taking her hand in his own he kissed the back of it, letting his lips linger a longer than was proper. He looked back up at her slowly, lip curved in the gentlest of smiles. "I look forward to spending the night in your home."

He released her, turning back to study the room in more detail. He could only imagine the thoughts going through the young girls mind, but at the moment he needed to remove his hidden weapons without them being seen. "A warm bath sounds like a wonderful idea. Getting out of these sweaty clothes will do me some good." He turned back to smile at her. "And I would hate for the smell of my travels to offend you."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Douglas groaned. Bess had done it. She had insulted James to the point that he would cry off on her. With that, the redcoats would come and destroy everything he had held dear. The girl herself would likely be carted off to help 'pay for his debt' or some rubbish like that. He whitened considerably and felt like chasing after the man. Oh, he hated the prick, everyone did but there was the fact that he was keeping the King's men at bay. Fear shone in his eyes and he tried to reason with himself.

He had always behaved this way when Bess did something particularly insulting and he had always come back. It was not as if he was ever deterred from her. Men like that were all the same. A beautiful, young bride would likely catch some appreciation from his confidants. And Bess certainly was the best. Still he felt something ominous in the air.

Tim was tending to the horses, muttering something to himself. They said that he was half mad but he knew better. Those people didn't understand. Very few did. He was brilliant. The world just did not see that. James did though. James treated him right proper and paid him for good tidbits of information about Bess, too.

He chuckled to himself and walked out of stable, brushing hey from his dirty apron that used to be white. What timing! There the lord was now and he could tell he was in one of his moods. Likely was rejected by Bess again. These were the best times and he hobbled up to him.

"Hello, milord," he said. "I take it that she was being herself again."

Meanwhile Bess' heart was beating faster and faster. His kiss burnt like a brand against the back of her hand. She had not noticed the smell that he spoke of and even if she did, she would not care. Everything about him sent tremors of excitement through her. It took everything within her not to wrap her arms around him from behind and take them over his chest, down his stomach, and over his manhood.

A hand clasped over her mouth as he turned and she quickly put her back to him. How dreadful of her! Her heart was now racing so quickly she heard it thudding in her ears. A lump rose in her throat and she worked hard to swallow it. "I will go and fetch the water for you right now, sir," she replied in a hoarse whisper.

Quickly she left the room and headed towards the stairs. If he father knew what was going on in her sweet mind then he would have made her say one hundred Hail Marys at least to rectify for her lewd ways. Never before she felt this sort of attraction. Down the stairs she went and strait into the kitchen, not even stopping when her father attempted to flag her down. She grabbed the large pot and headed towards the stable to pump water into it.

Goodness.

 

[Viking Raider]

"Insufferable bitch," James swore, ignoring Tim's greeting.Though the peasant was useful for some things he was still loathsome to even look at and even worse to. "She thinks she has the right to do as she pleases without my consent. Plans on showing herself off to that rider, maybe even letting him sample her right now the little whore!" The thought of any man touching his property before him made James grit his teeth in frustration.

He looked at the man before him. "Tim, I have a job for you. Find out what you can about that rider who has just arrived. I want to know who he is, where is is from, and more importantly..." he looked back to the inn, the man's smug face burned into his memory. "...why he is here. Above all, make sure of anything that goes on between him and Elizabeth. You understand?"

He leaned in close, looking around first for anyone who may be watching. "There is a reward in store for you should you find out something that I like. Something I'm sure you would enjoy greatly."

Let the rat think what he liked. James could offer him mud and the man would lick his boots in return.

Johnathan closed the door behind Bess as she left, making sure she had departed before turning back to his room. Quickly he removed his black coat letting the air hit his white shirt and giving him a chance to remove the pistols and blade he had on his person. Moving to the trunk he popped it open, finding the lock satisfactory before placing his gold and goods inside and locking it. It would be better for them not to find them, he thought, as some of the goods in there included rings from several noble families. Not something a rider would just pick up on his travels.

With that taken care of he let himself relax, removing his had and brushing out his hair. Bess...what figure, what a face. How he wanted to capture her waist in his arms and sample her hidden treasures. Ah, but with the father downstairs the danger was very high. Not to mention her fiancee just outside.

Of course he always loved living life on the edge.

Opening the door again he watched the stair for Bess, waiting for the water to be brought up. His shirt only modestly hid the muscles he carried and as he loosened his collar he gave look around the upstairs. Nothing worth stealing, not that he would, and plenty of places to flee from should he need to make a quick escape. Ah, how he hoped such a thing would not come to pass until he had taught Bess a thing or two about how to please her future husband. Damn, that man didn't know how lucky he was.