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Post by strongjustice on Oct 2, 2008 13:18:50 GMT -6
MEANWHILE, back in Turas Lan...
Turas Lan…!! It had been many years since he last walked the famed streets of years past. Into the cathedral he strolled… down the aisle to profess his christianity… He knelt at the end of the aisle, making the sign of the trinity, then took a place kneeling at the rail, his fingers interlaced… eyes scanning the area.
The cathedral had been redone… new icons, new upholstery… for such pagans as the Aberdeens, they gave the Church much privilege…
William just smirked as images of years past flooded his mind…”Where is the Brooch?” he yelled at Lord Alan MacRauri… then with lil remorse, the young knight slit the throat of the Lord’s daughter… blood spilling upon hand and clothes… marring the alter railings… next would be the throat of the Lord himself as the young knight was prevented from gaining what he desired most… Power of the Brooch.
Snapped back to the present, William was asked several questions by the Priest… he simply apologized and responded…. “My apologies father… I was reflecting upon past sins in hopes of not comitting them again…” The priest smiled… “Ah kin hear yaer confesion my son…” William shook his head slightly… “No need Padre… I did that before I departed home…” looking around… “I see that things have changed much…” The priest smiled but seemed a bit confused… Though William wasn’t… as he was regarding the changes since his last murderous visit some thirty years since…
Rising, knowing full well, he would have to look elsewhere for the Brooch… he smiled and bade the Priest farewell…
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Post by Anwen of Connacht on Oct 2, 2008 15:08:33 GMT -6
Anwen placed her small hands on his arms as he wrapped them around her slim waist to steady her. She granted him a soft smile and a graceful nod of her head as he introduced himself.
" M'Lord Robertson, I am Lady Anwen. " she said meeting his slate hued eyes boldly with her vibrant blue ones. Anwen had purposefully left out her last name for now...there would be time for him to learn who she was if she played this right. She looked at the boy and smiled then ruffled his hair playfully " No harm done lad... go on with you and play." her smile grew brighter before once more turning to Iain. " The city is larger than I expected... I have only just arrived and thought to take in some sights." she lowered her gaze and brushed imaginary dust from her sleeve.
She looked around as if lost and overwhelmed by all the sights before her... " I should go and leave you to talk with your peers. Good day M'Lord Robertson... Gentlemen." she gave them a nod as she turned to walk away.
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Post by Lord Iain Robertson on Oct 3, 2008 11:13:09 GMT -6
Iain chuckled and looked to the men… “We are finished my beautiful Lady Anwen…” he smiled… “Call me Iain…” then as she turned to walk away, his hand caught her elbow… “M’lady… I shall escort yu anywhere yu desire…” then he paused and smirked… “As long as yu dine with me this evening…”
Standing next to her, the men bowed and bade her leave… then they all extended their farewell to Lord Robertson… Iain looked to Anwen and smiled as he urged her along the byways of the market… “Anything catches yer eye… M’Lady Maubrey?” Oh yes, Iain was aware of who she was… he made it a point to know who came and went in Struan… Now just what was the Lady Maubrey doing so far from Turas Lan… and what was she doing in Struan?
The tall strappingly handsome man, with the closely cropped hair clung to the Lady of Maubrey as if he was responsible for her well-being… Rumors? Oh yes he had heard several about her… but he wished to find the truth… possibly fulfilling his own self-interest.
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Post by Anwen of Connacht on Oct 4, 2008 6:08:18 GMT -6
His hand on her elbow had her turning to face him once more. “Very well then… Lord Iain.” a soft smile now graced her face. “I have heard much about the Garden’s here and thought to go and see them.” placing her hand on his arm as was proper “Dinner? I would be honored to dine with you.” her voice soft and sweet as she watched him carefully.
She watched as the men walked away leaving them basically alone in the streets. Iain led the way, when he called her by her name she glanced up into slate hued eyes “Ahh so you do know who I am, Yes I am Lady Maubrey Iain is that a problem for you?” a soft smirk played on rose colored lips.
Iain was handsome but there was only room in her heart for one man and that was her husband, she continued to walk next to him and looking at all the people bustling up and down the street. How much did he know of her? She would need to find out? How was William doing with his part in all this. After dinner she would send a missive to him letting him detailing what if anything she found out from Lord Iain Robertson.
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Post by Lord Iain Robertson on Oct 7, 2008 9:32:12 GMT -6
“Why M’Lady… thank you so much… but the fall rains and winds have taken much of the beauty away… of course, should yu grace the gardens, then much would return…” as he guided her thru the streets and walkways to the labyrinth of walkways of the Struan gardens… “First we view the gardens, then dinner…” he said with a wink…
To her question of her identity… “Why M’Lady… yu are a guest of Struan… and the Lord Maubrey is known widely here… tis nae a problem for me, if tis nay a problem for you…” he said with a wink… He was not called the bastard of Struan for nothing… he would seduce any woman, anytime… if it gained him what he desired… and what he desired was the lordship over ALL Robertson… and Alexander dead… did it matter WHO he aligned with? No, as long as it coincided with his requirements. "And if you do not being seen publically with me... I definitely enjoy being with you..."
His hand, now at her lower back guided her down the narrow walkways… his slate grey eyes transfixed upon her firm, and swaying posterior… She was titillating to say the least… and his imagination wandered with each step…
“So M’Lady… I know yu are not here to see Struan… nor the barren gardens…” his hand slipped to the lowest point of her spine, his gaze to her with a wicked grin… “What has Lord William sent you here for?”
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Oct 7, 2008 13:26:58 GMT -6
The Story Continues in Journey Forward - Rebellion -.- End Thread -.-
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