This is the first part (that I have written) of a novel I am currently working on. Please read and comment and I will happily do the same in return. There is more of this on DeviantArt, a link to which I will post at the end (:
If I get comments I will post the next piece on this thread and so on.
NOTE: This story is set in a fictional world, similar to Medieval England but there are big differences as you will find out in the next installments. Things that probably wouldn't have happened in our world are deemed okay here. Most of the reasoning behind this will be explained eventually.
WARNING: I do not write in chronological order, so there is a chance that you will read this and then read something occuring beforehand. On deviantart.com I have listed them as chronologically as possible, but as I am still writing, I cannot gurantee anything.
WARNING: This scene contains mild violence and mild sexual themes. It is not explicit, but readers under the age of twelve or of a sensitive disposition should proceed with caution.
Link to this piece on deviantart; http://edenpictures.deviantart.com/art/William-Nathaniel-130895662
Happy reading!
PART ONE;
Jen twirled across the floor, ball gown flowing around her. She was captivating - her small, delicate form pirouetting and spinning with the ease and grace of one born into aristocracy. She wasn’t beautiful - nor was she ugly - but she was fascinating. Beauty isn’t necessary, when you can hold the attention of a whole court with a small sashay and twist of dainty hips. The whole court, that is, except one solitary figure stood deliberately apart from the masses.
As she danced with one nobleman after the next, the newly crowned Queen could not take her eyes from the unknown man. It was frustrating not to have his attention. Her whole life, Jen had been watched. She had held the attention of everyone she had encountered, be it a maid or be it a nobleman. She did not actually want the scrutiny of her people, but it was unnerving not to have it, especially on the night of her coronation, when supposedly she was at her most dazzling.
The night went by in a swish of silk, and still the stranger did not even once glance her way. Frustrated and exhausted, Jen excused herself for a moment and went into the courtyard. It was a frosty night, and the lamps cast only a dim light into the darkness. For the first time all night she was alone. She sat on the edge of a large central fountain, head in hands, and wept silently. She wept for her mother, dead only a week. She wept for her kingdom, having such a young and inexperienced queen. And she wept for herself, afraid of such responsibilities at the tender age of seventeen.
“My lady,” came a voice from the shadows. It was a smooth, velvety, homely voice. It said ‘trust me’.
Jen stood up and spun around, looking teary-eyed into the darkness. “Who’s there?” she called, hastily wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“You need not be afraid, my lady. I am merely a loyal subject, concerned for the wellbeing of my beautiful young queen.” The voice replied, every syllable uttered perfectly, eloquently.
The voice belonged to a young man, who stepped silkily out of the darkness and into the pool of dim light surrounding the new monarch. He was tall and handsome, though strangely elfin, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. His shiny blond hair was slicked back, and his finely tailored clothes sat comfortably on his slim but toned frame. His suede doublet was the exact match of the deep blue eyes set into his flawless face. He stood close to the girl queen, his warm breath misting slightly in the cold night air.
“If you would forgive my forwardness, my lady, I could not help but be astounded by your radiance tonight. I was afraid to even look at you, for I knew that a humble merchants son such as I could not possibly hold the attentions of so magnificent a woman, but I did notice you looking at me tonight, and thought I would dare to risk my chances.”
The man must have been in his early to mid twenties, but he acted like a boy half his age, head humbly bent and hands clasped nervously in front of him, almost like a schoolboy getting scolded by his teacher. He risked a look up at the teen, to see that she was smiling.
“Indeed, you are a little forward, merchant’s son. And your flattery is unnecessary, but still welcome.” She reached forward and lifted his chin, so that his eyes met hers. She smiled again. “In truth,” she said, “I have been fascinated by you all night. It is not often that I meet a man so humble. I do not know if it is just the wine affecting my mind, but there is a certain something about you that I find extremely... compelling.”
The young man allowed himself a small grin, although he was careful not to let the girl see it. He raised his head a little more, and offered the queen his arm. She took it, and they strolled around the gardens, flirting carelessly. She learned that his name was William Harding, that he helped his father sell silks and other fine materials, and that he too had recently lost his mother. She learned that he had two younger brothers, and an elder sister. She also learned that he was witty and charming, and felt herself beginning to blush when she looked at him.
When they had been talking for roughly an hour, Jen took his hand and pulled him through a small gate and across a large expanse of grass. When he asked where they were going she simply replied that she wanted to show him something, and that he should trust her. After a few minutes silent walking, they came to a tiny gap in the hedge, which Jen then crawled through, and called to William to follow her. He did so bemusedly, and emerged into a small but beautiful garden, filled with rose bushes and lilies.
Jen was already sat on a small stone bench in the centre of the garden. She smiled warmly at him, and patted the space next to her. He moved slowly towards her, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, and then sat down with his knee touching hers.
“This used to be my mothers garden.” Jen confided, “She brought me here every year on her birthday. It was our little secret. Not even my step sisters know about this place... Now only you and I know it exists. No one can find us here.”
“That’s just as well,” he replied, “because that means no one can interrupt us.” He smiled softly, and then pulled her up and began to dance. He was a natural dancer, and they moved as one – a perfect duo. They twirled to the rhythm of the music coming from the ballroom, just loud enough to hear, just quiet enough to be romantic. Faster and faster they went, until finally the song ended. As the final beat sounded, they stood close together, each breathing hard. They stood perfectly still and looked at each other as they listened to the sounds of the party fade slowly away.
After a few moments, William smiled and leaned slowly in to kiss her on the lips. She blinked at him, and then began to kiss him back. Gently, slowly at first, then building and building. His hands were on the small of her back; her hands were caressing his face, his hair, his neck.
She pulled back for a moment, breathless, her hazel eyes shining with excitement. “William...” she began.
He put a finger to her lips, “Shhh, my darling. Don’t say a word.”
She tried to speak once more, but he silenced her with another kiss. This time his kisses were more frenzied, his hands wandered further down, further up. Jen tried to speak again, to tell him that she was not comfortable with his behaviour, but he wouldn’t let her.
His hands traced the back of her dress, and began to unbutton it. Jen tried to turn her head, to stop his kisses, but he just kissed her neck instead. She asked him to stop, begged him, ordered him, but he was deaf to her pleas. She tried to push him away, to slip out of the dress he was holding and run, but he caught her and began to loosen her undergarments.
She pummelled his chest with her fists, and shouted at him to stop, but to no avail. She screamed for help, but the party goers had gone home, and the help had retired for the night. They were too far from the sleeping quarters for anyone to hear.
Jen was down to her delicate lace undergarments, her last layer before being completely naked. William had her on the ground, overpowering her with his weight and strength. His invading hands had found the clasps and began to worm their way onto her bare flesh.
She screamed, and pushed at him with all her might, but her slight body was no match for his muscled figure. She sighed with despair, and used the last of her energy to give one final push. The only affect it had on him was to make him angry. His eyes glinted and he raised his fist high before punching her hard in the face.
“I didn’t want to have to do that,” he snarled, “don’t make me do it again.”
Jens eyes smarted at the pain, and she reeled at the blood coming from her broken nose, but she did not cry or make any sound. Instead, she rolled into a position that allowed her to knee William hard in the groin. He cried out, but did not release her. Instead, his face contorted with rage and he hit her once more.
He raised his fist to deliver a third blow, but it never hit. When Jen opened her eyes she saw a tall, broad man towering over them. He had Williams fist in his hand, and was twisting his arm backwards. She heard a loud crack and William toppled over and rolled off of her, whimpering.
The stranger then descended on William, hitting him until he lay unconscious. The man then spat at his feet, and declared that the scumbag would get what was coming to him.
The rescuer then turned, and faced the half naked girl still lying in the grass. Very tenderly, for such a large man, he picked her up and held her in his arms, gently wiping the blood from her face. He let her weep into his chest, and when she was done he wrapped her in his cloak and carried her back to the castle.
He helped her put her bedclothes on and get into bed, and lit a fire to keep her warm. Then he sat, vigilant in a chair beside her door.
Exhausted, Jen began to drift off. She woke in a cold sweat in the middle of the night to find her rescuer still at his post beside her door, watching her intently. He didn’t know she was awake, and continued to gaze at her for a few minutes more, until finally Jen decided to wake up properly. She stirred, and he looked away quickly.
When she sat up and stretched he looked back at her and smiled. “How are you?” he asked.
“Fine, thankyou” she replied, although her muscles were aching, and she could feel her broken nose and black eye beginning to throb. “But I never did learn the name of my saviour.”
He smiled again. “My name is Nathaniel, Your Highness.”
END
Thank you very much for reading. Don't forget to leave me a comment or send me a message to tell me what you think!
If you are interested in reading more, everything I have written is hosted on deviantart.com
The next part is located here; http://edenpictures.deviantart.com/art/Maverick-131577209
I will update this thread if I decide to post more here on Gaia.
Thankyou!
Katie
xxx
If I get comments I will post the next piece on this thread and so on.
NOTE: This story is set in a fictional world, similar to Medieval England but there are big differences as you will find out in the next installments. Things that probably wouldn't have happened in our world are deemed okay here. Most of the reasoning behind this will be explained eventually.
WARNING: I do not write in chronological order, so there is a chance that you will read this and then read something occuring beforehand. On deviantart.com I have listed them as chronologically as possible, but as I am still writing, I cannot gurantee anything.
WARNING: This scene contains mild violence and mild sexual themes. It is not explicit, but readers under the age of twelve or of a sensitive disposition should proceed with caution.
Link to this piece on deviantart; http://edenpictures.deviantart.com/art/William-Nathaniel-130895662
Happy reading!
PART ONE;
Jen twirled across the floor, ball gown flowing around her. She was captivating - her small, delicate form pirouetting and spinning with the ease and grace of one born into aristocracy. She wasn’t beautiful - nor was she ugly - but she was fascinating. Beauty isn’t necessary, when you can hold the attention of a whole court with a small sashay and twist of dainty hips. The whole court, that is, except one solitary figure stood deliberately apart from the masses.
As she danced with one nobleman after the next, the newly crowned Queen could not take her eyes from the unknown man. It was frustrating not to have his attention. Her whole life, Jen had been watched. She had held the attention of everyone she had encountered, be it a maid or be it a nobleman. She did not actually want the scrutiny of her people, but it was unnerving not to have it, especially on the night of her coronation, when supposedly she was at her most dazzling.
The night went by in a swish of silk, and still the stranger did not even once glance her way. Frustrated and exhausted, Jen excused herself for a moment and went into the courtyard. It was a frosty night, and the lamps cast only a dim light into the darkness. For the first time all night she was alone. She sat on the edge of a large central fountain, head in hands, and wept silently. She wept for her mother, dead only a week. She wept for her kingdom, having such a young and inexperienced queen. And she wept for herself, afraid of such responsibilities at the tender age of seventeen.
“My lady,” came a voice from the shadows. It was a smooth, velvety, homely voice. It said ‘trust me’.
Jen stood up and spun around, looking teary-eyed into the darkness. “Who’s there?” she called, hastily wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“You need not be afraid, my lady. I am merely a loyal subject, concerned for the wellbeing of my beautiful young queen.” The voice replied, every syllable uttered perfectly, eloquently.
The voice belonged to a young man, who stepped silkily out of the darkness and into the pool of dim light surrounding the new monarch. He was tall and handsome, though strangely elfin, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. His shiny blond hair was slicked back, and his finely tailored clothes sat comfortably on his slim but toned frame. His suede doublet was the exact match of the deep blue eyes set into his flawless face. He stood close to the girl queen, his warm breath misting slightly in the cold night air.
“If you would forgive my forwardness, my lady, I could not help but be astounded by your radiance tonight. I was afraid to even look at you, for I knew that a humble merchants son such as I could not possibly hold the attentions of so magnificent a woman, but I did notice you looking at me tonight, and thought I would dare to risk my chances.”
The man must have been in his early to mid twenties, but he acted like a boy half his age, head humbly bent and hands clasped nervously in front of him, almost like a schoolboy getting scolded by his teacher. He risked a look up at the teen, to see that she was smiling.
“Indeed, you are a little forward, merchant’s son. And your flattery is unnecessary, but still welcome.” She reached forward and lifted his chin, so that his eyes met hers. She smiled again. “In truth,” she said, “I have been fascinated by you all night. It is not often that I meet a man so humble. I do not know if it is just the wine affecting my mind, but there is a certain something about you that I find extremely... compelling.”
The young man allowed himself a small grin, although he was careful not to let the girl see it. He raised his head a little more, and offered the queen his arm. She took it, and they strolled around the gardens, flirting carelessly. She learned that his name was William Harding, that he helped his father sell silks and other fine materials, and that he too had recently lost his mother. She learned that he had two younger brothers, and an elder sister. She also learned that he was witty and charming, and felt herself beginning to blush when she looked at him.
When they had been talking for roughly an hour, Jen took his hand and pulled him through a small gate and across a large expanse of grass. When he asked where they were going she simply replied that she wanted to show him something, and that he should trust her. After a few minutes silent walking, they came to a tiny gap in the hedge, which Jen then crawled through, and called to William to follow her. He did so bemusedly, and emerged into a small but beautiful garden, filled with rose bushes and lilies.
Jen was already sat on a small stone bench in the centre of the garden. She smiled warmly at him, and patted the space next to her. He moved slowly towards her, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, and then sat down with his knee touching hers.
“This used to be my mothers garden.” Jen confided, “She brought me here every year on her birthday. It was our little secret. Not even my step sisters know about this place... Now only you and I know it exists. No one can find us here.”
“That’s just as well,” he replied, “because that means no one can interrupt us.” He smiled softly, and then pulled her up and began to dance. He was a natural dancer, and they moved as one – a perfect duo. They twirled to the rhythm of the music coming from the ballroom, just loud enough to hear, just quiet enough to be romantic. Faster and faster they went, until finally the song ended. As the final beat sounded, they stood close together, each breathing hard. They stood perfectly still and looked at each other as they listened to the sounds of the party fade slowly away.
After a few moments, William smiled and leaned slowly in to kiss her on the lips. She blinked at him, and then began to kiss him back. Gently, slowly at first, then building and building. His hands were on the small of her back; her hands were caressing his face, his hair, his neck.
She pulled back for a moment, breathless, her hazel eyes shining with excitement. “William...” she began.
He put a finger to her lips, “Shhh, my darling. Don’t say a word.”
She tried to speak once more, but he silenced her with another kiss. This time his kisses were more frenzied, his hands wandered further down, further up. Jen tried to speak again, to tell him that she was not comfortable with his behaviour, but he wouldn’t let her.
His hands traced the back of her dress, and began to unbutton it. Jen tried to turn her head, to stop his kisses, but he just kissed her neck instead. She asked him to stop, begged him, ordered him, but he was deaf to her pleas. She tried to push him away, to slip out of the dress he was holding and run, but he caught her and began to loosen her undergarments.
She pummelled his chest with her fists, and shouted at him to stop, but to no avail. She screamed for help, but the party goers had gone home, and the help had retired for the night. They were too far from the sleeping quarters for anyone to hear.
Jen was down to her delicate lace undergarments, her last layer before being completely naked. William had her on the ground, overpowering her with his weight and strength. His invading hands had found the clasps and began to worm their way onto her bare flesh.
She screamed, and pushed at him with all her might, but her slight body was no match for his muscled figure. She sighed with despair, and used the last of her energy to give one final push. The only affect it had on him was to make him angry. His eyes glinted and he raised his fist high before punching her hard in the face.
“I didn’t want to have to do that,” he snarled, “don’t make me do it again.”
Jens eyes smarted at the pain, and she reeled at the blood coming from her broken nose, but she did not cry or make any sound. Instead, she rolled into a position that allowed her to knee William hard in the groin. He cried out, but did not release her. Instead, his face contorted with rage and he hit her once more.
He raised his fist to deliver a third blow, but it never hit. When Jen opened her eyes she saw a tall, broad man towering over them. He had Williams fist in his hand, and was twisting his arm backwards. She heard a loud crack and William toppled over and rolled off of her, whimpering.
The stranger then descended on William, hitting him until he lay unconscious. The man then spat at his feet, and declared that the scumbag would get what was coming to him.
The rescuer then turned, and faced the half naked girl still lying in the grass. Very tenderly, for such a large man, he picked her up and held her in his arms, gently wiping the blood from her face. He let her weep into his chest, and when she was done he wrapped her in his cloak and carried her back to the castle.
He helped her put her bedclothes on and get into bed, and lit a fire to keep her warm. Then he sat, vigilant in a chair beside her door.
Exhausted, Jen began to drift off. She woke in a cold sweat in the middle of the night to find her rescuer still at his post beside her door, watching her intently. He didn’t know she was awake, and continued to gaze at her for a few minutes more, until finally Jen decided to wake up properly. She stirred, and he looked away quickly.
When she sat up and stretched he looked back at her and smiled. “How are you?” he asked.
“Fine, thankyou” she replied, although her muscles were aching, and she could feel her broken nose and black eye beginning to throb. “But I never did learn the name of my saviour.”
He smiled again. “My name is Nathaniel, Your Highness.”
END
Thank you very much for reading. Don't forget to leave me a comment or send me a message to tell me what you think!
If you are interested in reading more, everything I have written is hosted on deviantart.com
The next part is located here; http://edenpictures.deviantart.com/art/Maverick-131577209
I will update this thread if I decide to post more here on Gaia.
Thankyou!
Katie
xxx
