A Bridge Between Worlds

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Bridge Between Worlds

Settled into the Briar Rose once more… home... for now... she had gathered both her faithful yet not so trustworthy steed Merribell, and her yellow tabby cat Leo from her good friend Dr Yannos… Merri stabled contently in the inns warm dry barn… the tabby Leo casting disdainful looks at the small Yorki that answered to the name of London... as she pulled and gnawed at the hem of a blanket on the bed..

Shaden sat before a dressing mirror, her body clothed in a warm woolen robe of soft robin eggs blue... peering intently at the image before her... with a lean forward she inspected the shadows of bruises... finally they were fading... her face was returning to reflect who she was before her time in the Bruce’s Hospitality. Fingers stretched and then moved downward to her neck... she could still feel the sensation... the panic of not being able to breath... to know death so intimately... so close... a flutter of lashes and she closed her eyes against the memory... a soft sound escaping her lips... fear... that was the lasting effect that Robert the Bruce had imprinted on her… something she couldn’t’ seem to shake…

A caustic curse was released... as she fingered the now shortened curls... with a snarl., vanity was a sin... and she was not repentant for the ill humor over the loss of her crowning glory... though she did admit with the absence of the unruly curls... it did bring a certain attention to her eyes... a coppe r brow raised not sure the... effect was worth the loss of the length of her copper locks, fingers taming the curls into some semblance of order before the brush was settled atop the dresser... Her mind suddenly wondering to Adam... What had become of him... There was no news... Not a single word... Was he still in the Castle of Aberdeen..? Was he even alive..? Her heart stopped for a few beats... At that thought. “ No NO… he’s alive.. Shaden you quit thinking that way... Had he been dead... You would have heard… This is a… no news is good news thing…” she spoke to her reflection sternly.. Trying to keep the worried tone from her own thoughts.

But it was not to be. That worry would nag at her as she lay in her bed... Trying to sleep... The flickering fire warming the room... But not chasing the chill from her... What if... Everything she had done... With Adam... For Adam... Was for naught? What if... He died... Or was... Imprisoned... Surely nothing would come of her deal with him… it was a gamble that might prove fruitless... Or worse... Her actions… Kidnapping Statham... And retrieving the deeds, His rescuing her from Robert, might have provoked Adams very death.. Guilt rode heavy on her shoulders as she curled on her side watching the flickering fire… Glacial hues trained on the flames… remembering the soft words he had given her... When he had rescued her... The feel of safety as he had lifted her… carried her away from the hell that had been her life under the hand of Robert... He had offered to Kill a King... All she had to do was... Nod yes… but she hadn’t’... she hadn’t wanted that ... On him... That burden... That murder of a king would have been a death sentence... But... Who knew now… if that sentence had been applied anyway.

She had pledged her oath to him... And he one to her... But would it be fulfilled... At this moment in time... She would give up... Her demand… To see his face safe back in Skye, safe and sound… it was her most Ferve nt prayer… And the last thing on her mind... As the fire dimmed in the wee hours of the morning… finally sleep claimed her.

Home ! Home is where the heart is… but Bess and he had bled so much for Skye… as did others… Home was Skye…!! He had survived the punishment Robert the Bruce had imposed upon him… and thanks to Bess… he lived… she shed her camouflage and rode to the King… and now he, the Lord of the Isles was now back at home… safe under the canopy of hearth, kin, and allied sword.

Limping around his room, he looked out the window at the gloomy sky, the rain now stopped… then the lass popped into his head… Shaden… a courtesan, who came to his need, and placed herself in harm’s way. Secretly, she had pledged herself to his mission, and he reassured her of a future… Out the door, down the hall he limped, to the scribe’s office…

After the obligatory greetings, Adam remanded the scribe to secrecy… “Now that yae ‘ave sworn tae mae… this is wot Ah want… Find mae a fine house wit some acreage, a garden, and many rooms… naet far from the city… Deed it in M’Lady Shaden Aramoire… supply it with all necessities… and those required for fitting the house to service…” setting down a pouch upon the desk… it was money’s from Adam’s private funds… “Prepare ev’rything first, then present it complete tae mae… Ah shall give ‘er the deed maeself… Speak naen o’this tae anyone… should any question, refer them tae mae…”

The scribe now tasked with Adam’s end of the bargain… set out to do what he was tasked… and Adam was limping back to his own room to lay back down. He could trust the scribe… he loved Bess without a doubt… but this courtesan… this woman of such beauty, aligned herself with him and put her trust and faith in him alone… and he in her… the events that unfolded in Aberdeen from this bargain soon bonded these two vastly different people.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

There were many lonely moments… Many quiet moments aboard the ship… Time to think... Time to remember... Time to heal… but some things would be left raw and open... Until she knew for sure what had become of him... Adam. He crept into her mind during those quiet times.. It was something in his eyes... Something great and true... It was odd his eyes were almost the same shade as hers... As if something between them were reflected... Each moment each word between them replayed... Over and over as if remembering would make sure he lived... and was safe...

Each night he invaded her dreams... Asking her if she would like him kill a king... Each time she answered yes... and watched as he strangled Robert the Bruce into his oblivion… then watched as Adam realized his murderous actions... The look on his face as he turned to her... Completely guilty… it was then each time she startled awake... Her heart racing... Blood pounding… sometimes with his name upon her lips... “Adam…”

Then came the mornings when she would sit idle… mending clothes of the Sailors… or some such... Her hands busy but her thoughts chaotic... And wandering… He had always been very cautious about their dealings... almost wary... But then... There was a strange pull between them... He knew she felt it too... Neither acting on it... Though the flicker was there... She had felt his response several times... but then again he was a man…

Awaken by nightmarish dreams of Robert and he fighting, Adam rose from the bed, and gazed back at his wife who slept soundly… Pouring himself a glass of wine, he walked to the window… So far away, he thought… A new title… Guardian of Scotland… a title of the ages… His mind suddenly went to another… one who was partly responsible for Scot unity…

Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more beings. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Friendship is considered one of the central human experiences, and has been sanctified by all major religions.

The relationship is constructed differently in different cultures. Cicero believed that in order to have a true friendship with someone there must be all honesty and truth. If there isn’t, then this isn’t a true friendship. In Russia, one typically accords very few people the status of "friend". These friendships however make up in intensity what they lack in number. Friends are entitled to call each other by their first names alone, and to use diminutives. These could include relationships which elsewhere would be qualified as real friendships, such as workplace relationships of long standing, neighbors with whom one shares an occasional meal and visit, and so on. Physical contact between friends was expected, and friends, whether or not of the same sex, would embrace, sometimes kiss and walk in public with their arms around each other, or arm-in-arm, or hand-in-hand. Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves; the crown of life and the school of virtue.

Friendship can be mistaken for comradeship. Comradeship is the feeling of affinity that draws people together in time of war or when people have a mutual enemy or even a common goal. Be wary not to confuse this with friendship… with love. There are those, who will insist that the comradeship of war is love — the exotic glow that makes us in war feel as one people, one entity, is real, but this is part of war's intoxication. As the feeling dissolves, there is a kind of nostalgia for its warm glow and wartime always brings with it this comradeship… friendship takes place between men and women who possess an intellectual and emotional similarity for each other. But comradeship – that ecstatic bliss that comes with belonging to the crowd in wartime – is within our reach. We can all have comrades." As a war ends, or a common enemy recedes, comrades return to being strangers, who lack friendship and have little in common.


The Cortigiana Onesta, a beautiful lass named Shaden Aramoire… This woman, answered his call… placed her life on the line… for what? Him? Loyalty to Scotland? Or furtherment of her standing? No matter - he called… she answered… she personally suffered much at the hands of the King… Now he stood upon the threshold of a new Scotland… He was Lord of the Isles, both by blood and title… and … glancing to the case that now held the Brooch… he remembered… This courtesan… this woman of a varied lifestyle saved the Brooch from those who desired it…

Was this comradeship simply that, or did they become friends? Had during their ordeals solidified an emotional bond? There is no conscious awareness of an emotional bond as long as the intensity of the relationship remains the same or increases. If it decreases, the two begin to miss each other increasingly as time passes. This motivates them to increase communication, if possible.

In the Bruce’s quarters, he had committed treason… the King had committed rape… and the poor courtesan was in the middle… deeply attached to both illegal acts… The strength of an emotional bond is proportional the total amount of communication that can be remember both consciously and unconsciously. Amount includes the total number of bits, and associated emotion, and importance attributed to the information, and fantasy communication. She had endured hours of the Bruce’s relentlessness… Adam impugned minutes of aggression upon Robert… and only held Shaden for less than an hour… still he felt it was his duty to save her.

Now they had returned to Skye… to the folds of safety… Is possible that one party develops a stronger bond than the other due to a greater amount of fantasy or greater attribution of importance to what transpires? Or were both linked by something else?

Adam downed the wine, closed the window… then returned to his bed with his beloved wife… kissing her upon the cheek and silently proclaiming his undying love to her.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

The Young Page boy waited restlessly for days for the opportunity to deliver his possession to the Duke… The Fire Haired Lady had left it in his hands... In hopes of the Dukes return... He had been given implicit instructions that it should only be placed in the hands of the Duke... And no other... If he returned... If not... Within the month... The letter should be burned without being opened... A goodly sum was given to the lad... More than he would see in a years service... Not only that... But th e Lady had also charged him with this very important task... Sealed with a sweet kiss to his 14 year old cheek... At that moment he would have walked thru the fires of hell to see her bidding done… And so he had kept her letter safe and unopened... Until the Duke returned.

The walk down the corridor was the first break he had a chance to enjoy since early morning… The day began with briefings with his generals, then a meal of bread and milk… followed by more audiences of government representatives from both local and foreign dignitaries… His hand and stomach was healing quite well, though his ribs did ache when he laughed or breathed hard. As usual, Bess was off doing her own things as Lady of the Isles… and preparing for their trip to Eohmark later in the month.

He enjoyed the idea of some vacation time in Eohmark, following the harrowing experience in Aberdeen. To laugh and joke with Aislin, and to discuss other topics with Eamonn… those two men needed time to right their disagreements with one another for sure. That thought caused a smile to cross his face.

Upon the return of the same said person... Young Varic... Had slipped about the palace trying to find a moment to deliver his parcel... Finding a moment when the Injured Duke was not with Kith or Kin... Or his wife and a bevy of servants had been days in coming but at last it arrived. At last, the Duke was alone, passing down the hallway without nary a soul to hear the boys words as he bowed... Offering the letter summarily... “Milord... A message...” as the parchment lay in the Duke’s ha nd the boy lifted from his bow... Backing away... And soon disappeared... Before the Duke could question him.

Adam stopped and looked at the young man. “Aye lad… wot tis it?” he smiled. His hand extended to receive the missive.

The letter was of a soft beige linen paper... A dark blue ribbon wound round it... It’s end sealed in crimson wax, the scripted letters of SA entwined upon a seal holding the single page bound to itself unopened, and only for his eyes... Across the face of the letter his name... Adam…in a decidedly feminine scrawl… decorated with flourishes and curlicues of calligraphy. The ribbon itself was scented... Her scent one that would have left and indelible print on his mind... In darkened shadows.

Nimble fingers opened the missive, tucking the blue ribbon in his sleeve… his sea-green eyes glanced to the lad then to the missive…

My Dearest Adam,

It is my most fervent wish this letter finds you... Well and back in Skye. I write this with a heavy heart and so much worry and sadness that I could not bear it any longer without at least trying to attempt to contact you… But my heart breaks this letter may never find you... If you have not returned… And my worst fears are realized.

So it is, my prayers are answered if you are reading this... That your return means you and yours are safe... And with that comes my gratitude for your deliverance of me from certain death... and the cruelty of the King. I prayed that God in all his divine mercy would deliver you as well… And if he has, then my bargain with him has been fulfilled… As such I release you of our agreement... For how can I possibly expect more than the life you returned to me… with such valor and tenderness. I am in your debt… And humbly offer my service should you need it when I return.

Your Devoted Servant,
Shaden Aramoire

Near the bottom were darkened splotches just the size of teardrops... Hastily wiped away leaving a small smudge upon the surface of the fine weave of the linen paper... It would be perhaps a telling of many things... That he was on her mind... That she had prayed for... And bargained with God on his behalf... What kind of woman did these things… for a man she barel y knew?

A smile developed upon his face as he read… and eyes cast to the lad then back to the paper… The stains upon the paper were obvious… Why had she cried? Had the bond between them solidified to a point neither realized? Had the alliance of espionage tainted what could be a friendly relationship?

As he rubbed his nose in contemplation of her writings, he noticed a faint smell of her perfume had graced his hands… and it took him back to the first time they had discussed such a dubious plan… in darkened shadows…

Had marital situations been different, this friendship might have taken on a new meaning, but his love for Bess, and his respect for their union stayed his direction… His and Shaden’s relationship had been founded upon a dual requirement… His to get to Lord Statham… Hers was loyalty to country and Leader… and the bargain for a future foundation in Turas Lan…

Though she was a beautiful lass…

Time and Space often times had a way of making even the most stalwart friendship wane… feelings dulled, new experiences and people taking the place of the absent… but then there were exceptions… a tenderness of the heart… that was inexplicable… complicated by situations and obligations… and the objective clarity that came with being a courtesan… some things were just as they were… a moment in time… a memory to be cherished in the heart, tucked away… for moments of reverie in which a soft warm smile would appear… the thawing of glacial hues… and a look… that many of men would have killed to seen from her flawless face… in those moments of remembrance and devotion to her word and the man it was given too… There was no fantasy, no provocation of adulterous thoughts that invaded these moments, for there was far too much respect and tenderness for him to do so.

Regardless of what many fancied as a very beautiful but perhaps shallow and worldly if not mercenary Courtesan… Shaden had many layers that only a few had been privy too… Even those closest that would call her Friend, Sister, Lover… had never seen the depths of which she sheltered behind… Adam had seen that… stripped from her broken... open exposed… the very soul of the woman… not the courtesan... He had witnessed the absolute destruction of her will… her fall… This in itself would normally have constituted a turning about from one... who knew such intimate details... but he had not forsaken her... instead... he calmed and soothed... comforted… delivered her from evil… and certain death…

This she pondered late at night when nightmares assailed her, watching her lover sleep soundly the way most great men do… without dreams blessed stillness… she would slip from their cabin… on the Shadow Storm and onto the deck… wrapped in blanket against the chill… To the night helmsman... it seemed as if she were a fond gazer of the celestial… but her mind was on the more earthbound… Why did he cross her mind so often? Was it because somewhere she had linked him to heroes of myth... and the thought that such men still existed to save even one as she…? Lodged somewhere between brain and heart… her eyes would close as she though back over the few days in Skye before departure... how Mass was attended... prayers and candles lit... not over her own soul but his… penitent copper head bowed in most fervent behest...

"hear me Lord… I am unworthy of you blessing, but it is not for me that I beg your grace... Please... Lord… Keep him safe… return him whole to his family… and Skye… he is a good man. A righteous man... and in his works you are revealed... I humbly beg you to keep him and his in you embrace... In the Fathers name I pray.” she had settled on her knees before the alter… one so lost in her faith... since being sold as a child by a family... an d yet... she had found the strength to call on what was lost… because of him

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

“Coom wit mae lad…” as the man, dressed in the black and gold robes would indicate… then two odd couple would enter the library, with the taller, older man taking up the quill and dipping it, his sea-green eyes looked to the young lad as he repositioned a piece of paper…
His eyes averted from the lad to the paper as he began to write.,.

Shaden,
I take pen in hand to, until I can see you once again, convey my deepest appreciation to me and Skye… I know you suffered more than any one person could ask. I am indeed back in Skye… and am recuperating well… The fears for my safe return… and your prayers were well met by the Entity upon High, as he brought me home…
T’was my duty, and pleasure, to deliver you from harm’s way… as it was never my intention for you to suffer any hardship, much less of that which you did… I am forever grateful for your service to Skye… I often feel that it was my fault that you suffered as much as you did…
You shall be forever in Skye’s debt… and find yourself now in my heart as a friend, and loyal comrade…
I am humbled by your courage,
Adam

The writings were in perfect English, with no indication of a Gaelic brogue… but the intelligent writings of a scholarly male… The course paper was folded; then red wax was heated and a drop was placed upon the edge of the page… With fingers curled, he placed the ring into the wax and sealed the paper’s edge with the Gryphon.
No fine perfume, no silken paper, none of the fineries a woman of Shaden’s standing would have, yet the paper was the simple paper and scroll of a leader… Smiling to the lad, he hands the missive to him… “Deliver this unto your Mistress lad… and make haste…”
Much later that evening, upon one of the many routine nightly patrols of the city that he made, Adam found himself detouring to Shaden’s residence at the Briar Rose tavern… It was then that he found out that she had left Turas Lan, several days previous, with Captain Mallory and Maahes… A simple chuckle as he mounted the large white horse with the black and gold saddle and matching blanket beneath…






Several weeks would pass while the Four, Maahes, Ealora, Jack and Shaden, continued their quest for the treasure.. but her thoughts often strayed to him, and each night he remained a silent target of her prayers.
The day however did approach that she was back in Turas Lan.. and again once ensconced in the Briar Rose.. a suite of rooms sheltering the Fire Haired temptress along with her retinue of animals, the yorki pup, the orange tabby and the happily home from the sea voyage Mare.. Merribell.. not that the steed had know of her now legendary status among the sea faring ilk.. she just wanted a nice fresh bale of hay.. and terra firma beneath her Hooves.
Of Course upon returning she would seritipously ask and receive the answer she had hoped for, from the innkeeper.. Yes The Duke had returned and had even been Seen in the Briar Rose once or Twice.. he seemed hale and hearty.. and had even asked after the courtesan.. only to be told she was out of the city for the time being. Thanked for his information with a silver coin she turned to head upstairs for some much needed rest.. when he called after her once more.. “ Mistress Aramoire… I almost forgot.. A letter for you… the boy brought it to me for safe keeping until you returned. “ the letter was handed over.. into her delicate hands , she nodded again her thanks and disappeared up the stairs.. to open her missive.

[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Adam: Adam rose with the sun... and after a small meal, he retreated to the livery and saddled the large white stallion... and his light armor... the sword shoved into the saddle scabbard... Mounting the large steed, he rode out of the Castle, two of his personal guards close behind... Down the roads, the clamor of hooves to stone signaled the Duke's arrival at Briar Rose... With a motion of his hand, the guard went to Lady Aramoire's quarters... "M'Lady... the Duke requests your presence..."

Shaden: Rudely awaken by the sound of knocking on her door.. dawn... was against her religion or so she fancied.. feet upon floor she padded to the door surprised to see an armored guard there requesting her presence.. " I will be... a moment " she spoke softly..her body in it night attire shielded behind the door.. " Please inform the Duke I will be there as quickly as I am dressed " the door was pressed closed and she made move to dress a soft skye blue woolen day gown trimmed in scarlet and golden embroidery accentuated the curved yet diminutive frame.. hair tousled curls of unruly copper that seemed wild and just leaving a lovers touch refused to be tamed into a more modest show of femininity.. and seeing as how the Duke was waiting there was not time for more.. down the stairs she came.. no sign of the poor broken femme he had rescued in Aberdeen.. not now.. twas a Lady that descended.. The tavern stairs into the small courtyard, with the air of nobility and grace she was known for.. Moving to where he was still seating upon the stallion,. Dipping Lowly " I apologize for my Tardiness your Grace... but I was still abed."

Adam: Sitting upon the large horse, the front hoof clattered at it pawed the ground in anticipation of being rode... the gentle sway of Adam as the horse rocked its rider, shifting weight from one leg to the other... Adam smiled at the lady made her appearance... ..." "Apology acceptedhe looks around, the mist of early morn hung about the city... Looking back to her... "Tis a fine Skye morn, M'Lady... woot yae like tae gae faer a ride?" he leans forward and extends his hand down to her... "Ah promise Ah won't let yae gaet huirt..."

Shaden: She canted her head in a way that let him know she found his proposal quite odd, as she straightened.. a delicate hand lifted to take his.. before a look of dismay crossed her features, " I have no cloak against the days chill.. " she seemed to be weighing the odds of going out without or.. returning for it.. but then she smiled " Why not... " it was an impish grin that met his eyes.. " I trust you to both keep me safe.. and warm " laughter then sparkled in the crisp fall air about them as he hauled her up, into the saddle before him.. once settled she whispered " I'm glad to see you well.. Adam "

Adam: The guards continued to look about, as their duty called for protection of the Duke, regardless of time nor situation... The dismounted guard chuckled at her comment and wrapped a cloak around her, then stuck his knee out for her to stand upon, as Adam took her hand and pulled her up... not behind like a man, but set her in his lap, her back against his stronger right arm... "There, Ah kin see yae as we speak..."

Shaden : She blushed.. perhaps from the chill in the air.. perhaps to be in his lap.. it was most unladylike after all..but then no one had ever seriously accused her of being a lady.. Prim was her stature as she settled her back against his arms, long azure skirts flowing over his lap against the stark whiteness of the stallion.. " Do you ride each day at this hour?" her small hands wrapped about the pommel to steady herself.. so that she wouldn’t', be leaning against him anymore than necessary.

Adam: As she settled in, he pulled the reins and turned the horse, then with a gentle nudge of the flanks by his heels, the large beast began walking... the gentle sway now rocked both riders... "Aye... Ah make mae rounds o'the city... an' the surrounding area..." he smiled... Behind, the guards now rode behin Mae apologies dfaer wakin' yae sae early... but t'would bae the best time tae talk tae yae..."

Shaden : " I suppose I will be as... gracious as you were for accepting my apology for being tardy " she teased.. as the animal started to walk down the cobbled streets she relaxed a bit as the guards dropped behind.. her winsome face turning up to his.. " I can imagine a moment with any degree of privacy is hard won for you " she twisted slightly the smell of her perfume loosed on the air between them, it seemed to no just be something.. sprayed or dabbed on.. but indeed.. it seemed to exude from her as if it were part of her.. "I received your letter and was in the process of..composing a reply " the words were laden with some sort of hidden meaning an emotion, chosen carefully to be appropriate should the guards be listening in... she might as well have proclaimed.. I was relived to hear that you were safe.. you've been in my thoughts and prayers each day...

Adam: He smiled at her... "Ah wanted tae say thank yae faer all yae dun... and Ah'm saerry yae had tae gae thru sae much..." he reached in his surcoat and pulled out a document, with regal seal upon it... handing it to her he smiled... "Tis as we bargained..." he paused and smiled... "Ah knowd yae said t'was nae held against mae... boot Ah felt t'it necessary... yae have a house... a fine garden, and servants... the houyse is yers tae dae wit wot yae wish... the servants faer two years..." With a smile, he nodded... "Aye an Ah yers... an' Ah appreciate the prayers... as Ah hoped yae have been daein' well tae..." Oh yes, he would have to been dead not to smell her... A combination he should have steered away from... a sweet smell... the steady sway of a horse's gait, and a beautiful lady in his lap.



Shaden: Glacial green huees turned wide and misty " Adam no... I told you.. " her voice had lost all semblance of being proper and such before the guards, a delicate hand laid against his chest.. " I am in your debt.. I would surely be dead if not for you... " her hands pressed the document back to him... " Twas none of your fault I was caught.. it was a darn shoe.. that was my undoing " she blushed at the absolute insanity that had lead to her being captured.. it was no ones fault but her own.. " I have to decline your gift.. it would not be right " the document was given back to him with some...amount of pause.. but she knew it was the right thing to do.. but a new start could have meant new life... " I will find a way... I always do " she smiled leaning forward and kissing his cheek.. almost chastely " Thank you though.. you are a man of your word " was whispered against his ear.. only for him.

Adam: The guards behind them could not hear them, but continued their observations, for the safety of the country's leader was paramount... what the Duke did was no concern of theirs... they were loyal to him... He smirked at her resistance... "Lady... Ah bae the Lord o' the Isles... and a bargain is a bargain..." The hand upon his chest would feel the faint thump of his heart thru the light leather armoured jacket... Reins now in one hand, he pushes the document back at her... "Ah will nay argue... tis done.. and registered wit the Church..." A touch... a kiss... a whisper... The likes of the two on the horse, could easily be misconstrued by the sight of what was happening... simple whispers of appreciation could be deemed soft sensual words uttered in fair... "Aye, a man o' mae word... and a bargain struck should bae a baragain complete... tis naew we both live..." then he looked to the left and turned the horse in the direction... "Naew if'n yae please..." his eyes uttered hers to look at what he indicated... "Survey yaer house and Ah bet yae'll reconsider..." followed by a chuckle.

Shaden: Her mouth had opened again to do just that Argue... she was known for her stubborn and firey ways.. she drew back from the sweet kiss and leveled a gaze at him and the document was thrust back into her hands without Ceremony " Adam ..... " his name faded out as she looked upon the grand home he had purchased for her... " Ohhh.. " stunned... speechless.. glacial hues roamed over the beige limestone and granite home.. in the morning sunlight it looked almost golden.. and it was ... enormous " Ohhhh Adam... " a delicate hand lifted to her lips in disbelief... her hand gripping his tightly... he had accomplished what no many of man had ever done... he had left her speechless..

Adam: Before her lay a house, a three-story with and attic, mortared foundations and sides, and a tiled roof... a garden now barrened by the cool temperatures of fall... colors as if she ordered it herself... Adam pulled back upon the reins and the large white stopped... The guards approached, with one dismounting, while the other stood guard... The dismounted guard stood below the pair as Adam smiled... "Let's gae look at yaer naew place..."

Shaden: Delight and excitement flushed over her face.. as the guard below.. lifted her down in a flurry of cape and skirts.. she actually giggled like a school girl when her feet hit the ground of the carriage way before the steps that led upward to the entrance.. crushed seashells paved the way up to the limestone arched gate that led to the front doors.. " It's beautiful " she murmured looking up and taking in the whole exterior with the smile of a child seeing a fairy castle... it was all she could do to wait for him to dismount.. and not rush inside.

Adam: He could not help but laugh... this lady, now appeared as the child with a new toy, or new clothes... The guards smiled too... "A goot thing yae dae M'Lord..." the two men knowing exactly what is going on between Shaden and their Lord... Stepping down from the large steed, the guard taking the reins... Adam strolled slowly o the door. Adjusting his sword, he entered

Shaden : She almost seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he opened the door and led her within.. light.. everywhere.. pouring in from the mullioned windows doused the entry hall into pure gold.. enshrouding them in a soft glow... " Ohhhh "she seemed at a loss for words as if the cat got her tongue and nothing more than appreciative murmurs and awestruck chords were released from her lips.. as she ventured forth.. turning and peering at everything.. taking it all in the staircase before her was something out of a dream and lead up to the second floor landing her eyes widened.. in delight, hands clapping together before she turned on Adam... throwing her arms about his neck and hugging him tightly " OHhhhh Adam... "

Adam: Adam walked in to see her scurrying about, eyes big a boulders... But he was surprised when he scurried upstairs, looked around and came hurrying back down... and her bounding to him, wrapping him into a hug... his arms wrapping about her to keep both of them from falling... face to face... a breath away from one another.... sea-green eyes looked at her... "Yae like it Ah take it..."

Shaden : "It's beautiful like you knew exactly how I imagined it " her arms tightened about his neck " I cannot tell you how much I like it.. " she wriggled free of his arms grasping his hands.. " Come lets explore " she fairly dragged him up the stairs.. two at a time.. her excitement was infectious " How on earth did you find this place.. ?" at the top of the stairs she looked both ways.. and then back at him... " Which way to the master bedroom.. I have to see it " Christmas had come early!

Adam: His heart rate was a bit too fast for his liking... with a smile, and a resisted tug... he shakes his head slightly... "Nae M'Lady... tis yaer house... yae explore... Ah'll see it when its dun..." then he winks at her... But that was not to come to fruition... as he was virtually dragged upstairs... Master bedroom? He swallowed... and shrugged... "Tis wherever yae want it...." he smirked.

Shaden : "Ohhh help me choose " she was so excited she had no idea of the..effect she was having on him... as she dragged him into the furtherest room at the end.. of the long hallway.. " ohhh this one is grand.." it was huge room with dark oak paneling.. carved ceilings and a huge four-poster bed covered in dusting drapes for safe keeping.. without ceremony she flopped onto the bed in peals of laughter.. " What do you think...? is it me?" up she bounded again.. taking his hand " Come try it out see what you think ?" and with a yank she pulled/ pushed him onto the bed..giggeling landing right beside him.

Adam: A man is a man is a man... no matter how stalwart he is... he is still a man... and all this was from a bargain... and a duty to country... these two were bonded... though neither knew it... He didn't have time to choose... all he could do was... watch... and laugh.... "Aye lass, tis yae awright..." he tried to keep his distance but the room was closing in around him.

Shaden :Thawping him on the chest as if he were some old time chum she frowned.. " nope doesn't feel.. right " with that she was up again tugging his hands.. " come on.. we have to try them all out !" she would be the death of him that was for sure.. some 14 rooms.. that needed trying out... he would have to be a man of marble to live thru the heart palpitations she was going to give him... At the door she turned and smiled brightly.. a sight that many of men would have paid dearly for.. that complete and utter honest adoration and happiness. " Come on slow poke!"

Adam: Room after room... she tested each one... and tested him... looks, hip sways, turns... and yes... sparkling eyes... complete and utterly honest adoration and happiness... "Why dun I leave yae tae the house faer a bit... Ah dae need tae finish mae patrol... Ah dae stay busy... Ah can send a carriage faer yae...."

Shaden : She turned at the last room gazing up at him a frown marring her flawless features..suddenly.. " Ohh.. I'm so sorry I didn’t mean to take up your morning.. of course.. " disappointment keen on her face..though she valiantly tried to hide it.. suddenly the sweet repertoire between then was shattered.. and he was once again Duke.. and she his subject.. not equal friends sharing a brief moment of joy at the shared living thru hell they had come thru together..." I'm in your debt... Adam.. Your Grace... " hands fluttered before her to clasp as she dipped reverently ..." I am humbled by your gift.. "

Adam: The destructor of moods... That's how he felt now... the frown dominating her expression..... "Chyt." he mumbled ever-so-quietly, as he looked down, then back to her... He could see it upon her face... the elation shattered... he approached her... his heart exploding in his chest because of his words... "Oh dammit Shaden... we 're in private... dun dae that tae me... wit all the proprieties... Yae make mae feel like horse dung..." as he lifts her chin... the sea-green eyes exploring her face.

Shaden: "I'm sorry.. I just forgot.. for a moment.. who.. we are.. " his response so genuine in his dismay.. prompted her hands to lift and cradle his face softy as he peered into her eyes... " It was a lovely morning.. spent with you my friend.. it is my greed for you company that makes me forget my place... and you are nay any horse dung.. my sweet dear friend" he was clasp in a tight hug, her whole body pressed against him.. to seal her words in his heart.

Adam: Her chin in his fingertips... His eyes flicker back and forth... "We are dear friends... born of loyalty... furthered by choice..." As she cradled his face... "It was a levely morn... an' a fine day... let there be no 'place' save for the formalities of public... and when she pulled him to a hug... it was as if his heart was to burst from his chest... He was a man !!! and she could hear the sigh... though he attempted to refrain it... And with that... he back away... and took her at arms length... "Shaden mae dear friend... enjoy yaer house... and mae friendship... Ah'll send a carriage faer yae later..."

Shaden: She would only nod in agreeance as she watched him take his leave.. down the staircase.. she stood at the top.. a soft sweet smile on her lips as a hand lifted to wave him off... her heart warmed.. at his sentiment.. of no " place" between them... My how she was going to enjoy the things he offered her... and she would make sure he enjoyed what she offered him just as much.. it was a mutual friendship after all

Adam: His mind and heart was stalwart, though his body was... he was a man !! and best he make do with the exit he planned... with a smile, he turned and walked to his waiting horse and guards... Mounting the large beast, he bowed his head... "M'Lady..." then he winks at her... Safety...!! he was physically safe from wanton lures... though she did not do it intentionally... or did she??? "Come lads... we have a country to look after !!" he yelled as he rode from the new home of Shaden Aramoire....

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Beathag: The days were grown shorter, the air colder. Talk of the first snow to fall, of woolen things, frosted window panes and high fires were prevalent on the mouths of the merchant folk who spoke price with patron. Many people outdoors succumbed to doing business with gloves on their hands, cloaks, coats or shawls pulled tightly around themselves. Sign of the times flushed cheeks with ruddy health as the cold wind was taken only as a sign of life. It was warmer this winter, when one wore thick stockings gartered to her legs. Where there was the finest bolt of wool to make a gown, and even a soft silk to line it so that it was comfortable on the skin. This was the first season of cold spent in the "finest" to be offered. Once, she purchased bolts of silk to be made into clothing of business. Perhaps that is why the Market remained so close to hear heart; the tempo of progress went rat-a-tat under foot and clip of horse hooves or carriages. Idle interest in the weather as discussed by the passerby deterred focus for a moment from the reasons she came: her silver wire strings, and a jeweler. (d)

Shaden: The Women of Turas Lan seemed to travel in gaggles.. or packs.. some more like silly geese waddling and honking about with no real malice to their wagging tonges.. and some like she wolves preadatory and wicked spreading rumors and deciet hoping to bring down one of the court.. or one who stood in the way to gain somthing that they wished.. sometimes purly for sportful spite and jealousy.. non the less it was womens tounges that could cut without blade but bleed a soul dry and a heart dead... such rumors and gossip had been floating on the breeze since the Courtes return to Aberdeen.. stories of witches, Flames Shadows and Spirits... of women warriors who destroyed a fortified prison rescuing one of their own.. or dark deeds.. done by a King.. and of a Wifes unselfish love saving a husband.. of the Duchess the rumors were spread that to spare the life of her husband she had submitted to the King.. in all ways.. some even questioned the child she now carried... then there was the matter of the Flame.. the Witch of the Windmill.. see hither and yon with many an married man.. reputed to have been ill used by the same said King.. then rescued Heroically by the Duke.. romantic stories abounded of the rescue.. as often do about hearths and homes when winter brings it's cold to bear.. and yet there were more rumors of a Royal Dispensation.. a house.. estate.. and monies... showered upon the Courtesan.. such rumors were things that made fires into infernos... (d)

Beathag: The Lady of the West basked in the glow of the rumors. Her skin wasn't crisped by the heated licks of lies, nor scorched by the bravado that some took to stare at her brazenly as she passed. How strange that now with the news of a child in her belly some looked with softened eyes. "Do you feel well this eve, your Grace?" or "Take care and do not lift too heavy a thing, my lady." became the melody of her day. Others were touched with sympathy and the cornerstone of suspicion was unspoken. Well, of course, there was the lot that assumed if she bore the Blackamoor Devil's child certainly only the seed of soul-sold men could impregnante her thus, for no Christian seed would endure a vile place to flourish! Those words did not hurt her or anger her - expect that, the parties would blink as she passed them by with not a care. Hard, cold stares were left to be done by the guardian named Brom, who caused clucking hens to pull away with their baskets full and men to let them pass with no measure of ceasing. Other than this, she was alone. (d)

Shaden: It was from one of the fabric shops she came.. stepping out into the midday sun.. shading her eyes with a delicate hand.. to look up and down the length of the common-way.. then back at the directions on the small piece of paper in hand.. frowning as she never was good with directions.. One of the wolf packs approched in self santified propriety down the small walkway stopping to make snide comments , pointedly whispering behind gloved hands.. " What nerve she has.. out on the streets as if she didn't belong in an alleyway.. ? Did you hear.. she was seen riding with the Duke upon his lap.. must have paid a pretty copper for that ride" titters of laughter until a brave one shouted toward the flame haired courtesan " Your nothing more than a whore.. you'll burn in hell go back to where you came from and leave our men alone!" a spoiled squash was lobbed at her hitting her upper thigh and staining the lilac velvet of her gown in sicky yellow ocherish ooze . Her flace flamed darkly, cheeks seeming to glow with embarassment as the rancid vegetable struck.. " Ohhh " eyes widened and narrowed on the trio before she raised her chin slighly giving them a haughty look that was befitting royalty " I am where I belong.. and if you were at home with you men instead of being rude wenches.. you wouldn't have to worry... about where they go at night " a smug look of sastisfaction fell over her face with the raise of a copper brow.. in challege that was confirmed by the looks on their faces that might have well said.. damm where is my man now?(d)

Beathag: Everything in Skye was governed on opportunistic, chance happenings with a twist of fate. The cobblestone hosted the resonance of the hard soles of her shoes striking as she rounded the corner into the scene. Brom stood at her side, a steady, constant hand placed on her hip to still her while he looked at the rabble; wolves in sheep's clothing. "Listen." The musician's finger was lifted to the air as she watched the scene unfurl. Who struck the real hit? The women seemed to stand smug in confidence until it was pointed out that where they were, the men were not! While Brom was not too keen on advancing his "lady" into the cat-fight further in Turas Lan there were no claws sharper than the Lady Aberdeen's. Having some years over their vindictive ways, she strode down the street enjoying the warmth of the sun. Would you imagine the gasps of astonishment, the curtsying that happened as the masks of angels came out? Just before the jolly little choir could sing her praises she interrupted the cater-wall,"Good day tae ye, lasses. Ah, Lady Aramoire." Lady? Lady?! The whore, a lady? Beathag smiled with such ease that the palor achieve don the other women was in equal time as she continued, "Och, wot e'er happened here? Ah dun think tha' color gaes." The squash was made light of as she took Shaden's hand and tucked it over her arm, "We shall just have tae find ye a better color." (d)

Shaden: She turned astonished and shamed to have the Duchess arrive at such a poor time.. deeply she dipped lowly copper head bowing in respect.. as the trio did the same.. all gushing over the Duchess while Shaden remained silent.. until her name was called.. title before it.. glacial green hues lifted a smile on her face as she realized the slight.. offense the Duchess had given the Ladies.. a smile could not be helped as it lit her face.. " Twas an accident.. Milady nothing more.. a misuderstanging about squash..and manners " another hit at the pack of womens pride.. a gracious victim.. who didn't call names.. it would seem.. shame on them.. tsk tsk.. The arm was linked in with the Duchess as they waltzed away.. the parting shot.. Shaden did not even look back over her shoulder as if they were inconsequential... " How goes your Day... your Grace.. all is well " pretty conversation for a pretty day Behind them the trio was almost speechless... watching in disgust and amazement as their one and only audience with the Duchess was swept away by a whore... " How dare she.. did you see how she looked at us.. like we were nothing.. " one of the ladies stamped her foot annoyed.. " I can't belive the Duchess would even note her presecense.. doesn't she know whats going on beneath her nose.. it's the talk of the town " on and on they carried on.. now more kindeling for the fire.. as they rushed home to see what their men were up too.. poor husbands would be chained to hearth and home for the winter for sure now.(d)

Beathag: "Mah days are priceless. Each better than the last m'dear. N' your own? It certainly lacks nay boredom." One step swinging before another step, the destination no where of real relevance yet with her in company the Duchess had more purpose than harp strings, gifts, or the banal shopping habits of women. "Tis a pity. Somehow, we are deemed stupid. Wonder when tae them you or Ah went deaf." Lips curved up into the famous grin that pulled on the laugh lines of her eyes. The horror at Aberdeen and all the petty little words seemed so simple now that she wonder why tear was lost for them on her part. Aodhan, too, remembered it but had gone on as children often do. "If m'husband were tae take a mistress m'hope tha' she would be as lovely n' charmin tae make him happy as yeself, but worry nay. I know he hasn't, I know he will nay. Despite wot others may deem as f-ittin', Ah've ne'er really cared for tha' sort o' thing. Tae be truer to self. Tha' is the challenge."

Shaden: "I'm used to harsh words and untruths and rumors.. tis part and parcel of my life.. but they must... be a wound to such as yourself " her steps faltered a moment as the Duchess spoke of Adam and a Mistress .. glacial green hues did not look away but instead peered upward into the Duchess' own eyes.. " I apperciate the compliment.. but you can rest assured your husband has only a heart for you.. and I do not seek it.." honest to a fault it would seem, though some might think it another lie of a courtesan.. for in truth only time would bear witness to the depth and breath of what the courtesan and Duke shared.. she was in his service.. sworn to secrecy.. against all others.. and that included his wife.. As if by that same whim of fate she looked up to see the sign about the leathergoods store.. " Just the place I was looking for.." she smiled.. the serious conversation seemingly at an end.(d)

Beathag: The wounds she spoke of had places that were still healing even while the outer layer had grown in strength. The sting of other's perception could hollow the heart for a garden of life-choking weeds to ruin forever the feeling of what it was known to be overjoyed. She seemed to have brought the young woman some measure of discomfort. It was not her intention, but at the end of it...when the seriousness seemed to have subsided just as her hand would go to the door she said, "Mah lady, I know. I know where his heart n' body lay. I know ye 'ave honor, too." What else did she know? The extent and breadth of clandestine service was never to be known, but if she did not see it was there, she would have been a ninny of a wife. The sort of wife that men sought to leave or find pleasure elsewhere, for they were good only to further a name. Nothing more. "A lady should 'ave the finest things. When the ships o' mah merchant's enterprise come tae port, I'd like ye tae call 'pon m'self and Captain Baron. Ye shall always have first pick o' the silks, linens, velvets, laces and the like. A coronet has nay untrained the business from me yet, sae they are good. You shall always have this privelege, n' the honor o' mah company, when e'er ye like. Words are words tae me now. Ah've heard words for nearly 36 years," old for a woman with child, to be sure, "N' there is nay one tha' has killed meh yet. Besides, if they seek fascination it will only rise it more for them, n' Ah would hate for mah simplest subjects tae be bored," she chuckled. God, but were those women simple! (d)

Shaden Aramoire: " you have surmised my weakness. shopping I'm afriad is my one true vice.. " she smiled enchantingly.. often times as it was with her.. if one took the time to look behind the public fasade of icy courtesan, and sedcutive minx.. one would likey find a gentle if slightly flawed girl.. one who had hopes and dreams like all others.. not the cold callused mercenary soul of what people assumed was a courtesan.. " I apperciate your company more than words could do justice to ... Your Grace..." she dimpled a charming effect to be sure.. " Now shall we put aside the.. vapid rumors and enjoy our afternnon.. perhaps.. after I place an order at the tannery.. a cup of tea..?' she pushed the door into the tannery office.. the smell of cured hides and buttery soft leather surrounding them.. as a clerk behind the counter bowed in respect once seeing the Courtesan followed in by the Duchess herself..(d)

Beathag: "Och, why thank ye! Nice tae know an old, retired war horses like m'self have nay gone tae pasture. Let's leave the cluckin' o' the hens tae the hens. Tea. Won't m'sister-by-law be sae proud tae know Ah've found some o' tha' which I like. Ne'er was really a tea person, but medicinal, wot can be done? Physician's orders." Though the Court Physician would be confused to figure that her mood at present had nothing to do with magical brews, nor even entirely the babe inside, merely..a place inside was coming to light again. Once, long ago, there always lived a woman just like the one Shaden knew. Buttery cream colors were on display as a testament to what they might be fashioned in to. Shopping? She wondered what the lady might order, and indeed, women's curiosity was at work here! Beathag had an afinity for the material herself. Leather was really the best for the corsets and bodices she had worn for work. Held her astraight it did! (d)

Shaden: Stepping up to the counter Shaden pulled out a small list scribed perfectly in feminin if spidery scrawl.. and handed it to the LeatherWorker.. he frowned at the list making odd faces for a moment.. then nodded " It's going to be expensive.. and take a while to get everything on your list but it can be done.. when do you need them " his face was a mixture of displeasure and well.. curious letchery.. what on earth was on that list ? " I'll be needed the all but the first item by New Years Eve.. that is when the Gilded Lily opens.. for the public.. but the first item.. as soon as possible.. " she smiled at him a naughty lift of her brow... " And can you see.. that the small riding crop has a handle end about.. this " she made a circle with her forefinger and thumb.. just the size of a man's private anatomy " about this thick " she watched as color crept up his face seeming to want to explode out his temples... before he merely nodded sweating profusely . Her steps then took her up and down the isles as she let delicate hands wander over the leathers...(d)

Beathag: Curiosity killed the cat but it rose the eyebrow of the Griffin Lady! An eyebrow, and quirked a turn of head so she could laugh softly at the poor man's expense without evidence to incriminate her. Was he dying of embarrasment or were his breeches straining from lust? She couldn't quite tell! But while about it couldn't hurt to secure a commision to be placed with another fellow. Oh, God! What was he going to do, he thought? First the courtesan and now a Duchess in the same day? "Do nay fawn o'er yerself lad. Just a woman placin' order fer her husband, fer tack for his horse. His horse's bridle, stirrups, saddle, n' reigns seem worn tae me." Adam was as terrible as she was, favoring many old things beneath the new. He had to coax her away from her dock boots with holes just as she had to lure him to the idea his beloved Bandit needed a standard set of tacking besides his regal one, for his everyday one was from years and wars ago. "Ah' dlike the center o' the bride tae have the Griffin sigiled 'pon it." That their shoppe was chosen! She shrugged softly, in earnest she merely noted Shaden's choice and decided it as an unofficial tip! (d)

Shaden: As she perused the leather she was thinking about the lost riding crop she was replacing.. the other of which had slipped from it's ring on her saddle due to it's small handle.. not lost in perputuity.. the other items.. were a new bridle and girth for Merri.. and a new saddle and tack for Nicholas.. her guard.. a present for being so helpful and caring to her that she would give him opening night.. along with a new belt and sword scabbard.. she took great pride in those who worked with her.. and would spoil them rotton given half a chance.. Taking down a few long lenths of carmel colored leather she moved to the counter.. and plopped them down.. taking back her note and adding more along with a quick drawing.. Christmas was coming up... she had family now... a smile covered her lips.. as she though of Maahes and Ealora..(d)

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

The Picnic

A flurry of activity had been held in the House… now Christened as "The Gilded Lily" a carved and gilded sign outside it's gates ...proclaimed... of moving in, cleaning up the dust renovating, and decorating... Servants hustled about glad for the work in the now chilling fall weather… Happy to work for an upbeat and energetic Lady such as Shaden, who worked alongside of them from dusk to dark and sometimes beyond without complaint... only and endless amount of energy so it seemed… A few new hires were also taken in... Courtesans... or what would be courtesans... soon... it would be a couple months or so before they were trained to convey the elegance and stature that Shaden required... first all was their education… a crash course that would be ongoing for the duration of their employment eventually turning them into ladies of distinction and minds worthy of academia... while having faces of angels and carnal knowledge of nymph.

Adam ensured the deeds were proper and the taxes paid for two years as terms of the bargain, the two struck. He had heard the men in the armory discuss the Gilded Lily and the way the house was conforming, on a regular basis… With the conversations constantly on-going in the arms room, Adam was always appraised of the situation in one form or another; which always brought a smile to his face.

It was after some things were settled and on their way to fruition that Shaden decided to take a rare morning off… He had been on her mind… she wanted to show him her appreciation… and frankly... she missed his smile… Having the cook pack a basket of fresh pastries, warm bread, jam, ham, cheese and boiled eggs, a jug of spiced cider and service for two… She sat off... on Merribel. The basket strapped to the mares rump... where she knew without a doubt she would find him… In the early hours… of the morn, while dawn teased dusk into heading to bed and letting the sun take over it's watch in the heavens, she waited outside the castle gates… This time a warm velvet cloak in emerald green shrouded her form against the morning chill… fine leather gloved hands held the reigns of the mare who was snorting, breath chilled and pawing the ground wanting a mornings exercise, and not to wait on the tardy Duke…

Once the gates opened and Adam and his men rode out he would see her there... a vision of Emerald Green Velvet and copper curls... a delicate hand lifted toward him in beckoning… "I thought you might like... to ride... and then have a breakfast...picnic..." her eyes shifted back to the guards... then a flutter of Dark Lashes... "But I only Packed enough for 2…"

Adam looked at the guards and with a nod, they all mounted their horses at the same time… not by chance but by practice… a well-tuned unit. The heavy hinges groaned as the large doors opened… a ritual occurring every morning… a smile on his face for secret reasons between his wife and he alone… soon all would know…

The men rode thru the gates, and off to his left, he saw a figure upon a horse… one that beckoned him… With a smile he rode to her… “G’morn M’Lady…” he tips his head in respect… Then he was hit by surprise… she had waited for him… to attend a breakfast picnic… Then he chuckled at her words… Turning unexpectedly, he rode back to the men… then he rode back to her… two guards behind him… then the other men rode off in a different direction… Adam had sent the men on without him…

“After yu M’Lady…” then he rode beside her… the two guards, same ones as before rode behind out of earshot…

Pleased with his acceptance of her invitation she smiled… A soft gentle blush overcoming her cheeks… Perhaps the chill of the morning’s short ride to the castle gates... Perhaps... At any rate a click of her tongue and a pull of the reigns to the left, and the little sorrel mare headed off in the opposite direction the guards had went… Soon enough she picked up to a canter, feeling Adam fall in beside her on the larger white stallion.. She cast him a glance... Across her shoulder... Secretive minx... And then winked playfully… “All work and no play makes Adam a dull… boy” she laughed as she urged the horse into an all out run.. Challenging him to keep up…

Adam smiled, and spurred the war horse… There would be no solid competition between her nimble mare and his heavy white stallion… though the beast he rode would try to keep up… for the stallion could smell the scent of the mare… he threw heavy hooves against the ground in attempt to keep up… the rider upon his back was smiling at the stallion valiant effort and the lass’ mare swift exit across the field…

Shaden was an accomplished horsewoman, and seemed to fear nothing... Across the countryside she rode the nimble mare... Jumping small stone fences, and shinning clear brooks… up and over the hillocks and dales until her destination came into view... She stood upon the crest of a small hill as she waited for him to catch up.. The little mare dancing with anticipation... Her harness jingling like wind chimes… before them spread out an beautiful landscape... As if painted just for this moment... Dawns early fingers brushing jeweled colors over the field of late blooming heather. And sunflowers, A crystalline brook snaking its way toward the northern end of the little valley a lone willow tree inviting the morning picnic-ers to rest beneath its sheltering boughs… that draped like curtains to the sweet-smelling grasses that swayed with a gentle breeze.. “You approve..?” she grinned at him as if she had found the most idyllic place in Skye… yet she didn’t wait for an answer.. Nudging the mare down the easy slope to gallop across the bloom laden fields…

Adam pulled back upon the reins, as the stallion moved next to the mare… “Shaden… wot dae yae dae lass? Dae yae like makin’ mae life hard…” he smiles… “Ah….” Then he curses as she rode down the slope… “Ah’m nay the Rock o’Gibralta…” then he spurred his horse, and leaned forward in the saddle…

This time she let the stallion keep pace with the mare... until they reached the sheltering boughs of the willow... once there... she dropped the reigns, Merri was well trained to be ground tied and for the most part never wandered far... sliding from the saddle she alighted to the ground, sweet fall grasses rustling and whispering secrets about the forest green velvet skirts… as she reached upward pulling down the basket of goodies… and a blanket beneath it… "I thought a little respite from all your duties would serve you well… " she cast an enchanting grin over her shoulder at him, face perfectly framed within the shorn copper curls… glacial green hues alive and alight with good nature cast a fond gaze over him as he dismounted.. "And I admit... I've missed your smile and company " she dimpled then… and blushed softly turning and ducking beneath the boughs of the weeping willow... it's curtain parting then closing behind her like a veil…

Between recuperating from Aberdeen… and the resettlement of duties amongst the Court, he used the time on his tours of duty to think… the trip to Aberdeen had been interesting to say the least… and now Shaden and he had a bond unlike many… But none, not even them knew how to handle it… “Aye lass, the break fro’ toils bae enjoyable…” as he slid from the large white warhorse… “And likewise, I have missed yer smiling face… Ah see yae ‘re recovering quite nicely…”

Even as bruised as she was, and her hair cut short like a boy’s… she was still beautiful… and alluring… that was the problem… yet neither saw what lie ahead…

Once inside the haven, she spread the blanket and settles watching him with a smile as he joined her... "Why do you think I like making your life hard... tis only breakfast... and to show my appreciation of you…" she gave him a mocking pout then smiled teasingly "you could have declined…" a wink... as she tossed her curls back from her face... delicate hands setting out the repast before them… hardboiled eggs, scones, strawberry jam, ham and a jug of still warm spiced cider... settled onto French china before him, she had even buttered and spread jam across his scone, lifting a finger smeared with jam to her lips, and removing it before doing much the same with her own scone... "mmmm very tasty so sweet" she made a sound of pure bliss as she licked the jam clean. First things first... give the man food then ask what has been plaguing your mind… there was always a reason for everything she did.

Plopping upon the blanket, like a lad tardy from studies… he sat at an angle to her… and just stared… “Yaer a sight faer eyes tae behold… Ah cannae get yer nakedness outta mae head… that eve in the Bruce’s quarters… his harmin’ yae… and how beautiful yae looked despite his abuse…” his gaelic throes of speech now a habit, never to be forced… Sea-green eyes flickers back and forth as he looks her over. “Aye, Ah cudda declined… a meal best set at a table wit mae wife… baet …” Oh yes, the courtesan had heard this time and again from men… always attempting to excuse themselves for adultery… attempting to make it appear the other’s fault… “baet, tis as Ah owe yae something…” he smiled…

Looking directly at her, he smiled… “aye… very sweet…” then he saw her hold out the scone… He canted his head… “Aye, I bet it tis…” then as he took the food… their fingers touch… and their eyes met… It had been the first time they had even been close, except the night he carried her from Bruce’s room…

His words affected her, speaking of her time in the Bruce’s hands.. how she was beautiful despite..her eyes were suddenly veiled… dark lashes covering up the memory of pure horror... an uncomfortable moment between them hovered in the air... but he continued… perhaps not noticing the distress... even though the memory was soothed by his sweet compliments of her beauty. "Tis not you who are owing me... but the other way about Milord... you forget I am in your service... for a term of two years... " a soft smile gathered at the corners of her mouth as she bent her head to pour the cider into a cup for him... "…though I have a confession to make... twas a reason I invited you for breakfast... I needed a word in private..." as her hand held out the cup of warmed spiced cider... they touched again… an electric current seemed to pass between them... yet stilled their hands until he took possession of the cup... Glacial green hues swept up to meet his own sea green gaze… "Tis no sin in breakfast... you honor is safe with me Milord." she chuckled... trying to ease away the allure between them with humor…

The pair sat alone, upon the blanket, far from peering eyes… Two life-experienced people enjoying company of the other… “Two years… tis a laeng time tae bae owing tae mae…” he smirked and teased her… Taking the cup, the spark of energy surged his form as their hands met on the cup… and as she mentioned private words, his heart began to beat ever fast… “An’ wot word would yae need from mae in private tha’ we coul nay say elsewhere…?” and unconsciously, his fingers captured her upon the cup exchange… and both of them froze, staring at each other…

"I'm sure my two years will fly by on the wings of angels.. " she teased him back as she withdrew her hand from his... laying them in her lap, far from his grasp, dangerous and seductive possibility swirled in the air between them… "I wished to know what happened to you... after… you delivered me to safety... it has worn hard on my heart in the wondering... if you suffered more for your aid to me..?" such a tender heart she had... once she cared for someone it was deeply ingrained... stained upon her in time immortal... there was an unique bond between them, for they had come upon this friendship not by another’s hands... to each other they were only the others friend... not a friend of a friends who became more… For Adam, she would be unlike most of the Ladies in his court he called friend... for in truth most of them had been Bess's friends first, or by kin or acquaintance thru her somehow... but not Shaden... she was his... utterly his friend… without compromise beholding to him by both oath and honor.

There was more she had to speak to him on… "There are rumors... as their always are... and it has been brought to my attention that our name is link in a most unkind way... I have been warned to keep my distance from you and yours.." she would not divulge the name of he who warned her upon threat of her head being removed from her shoulders... "I wanted to have a Lovely moment with you... to let you know how much I value what you have done on my behalf... and to let you know… that I shall keep a circumspect distance from you, so as not to tarnish your name... but if you have need of me... I will be at your... beck and call." she looked like a chastised child, knowing well that an alliance with her no matter how innocent… could be misconstrued... by many including his wife.

He breathed hard, the intimate moment almost revealing itself… When she removed her hand, he sat back, his arm still, the pressure on his hand… “Past is past lassy… Ah am alive… and whole… abuse of past is history of the making…” then he shrugs…

“Ah understand much is occurring within the city and our land… and Ah need tae knaew who threatened yae… sae Ah knaew who tae watch…” he smiled and sea-green eyes sparkled… “As soon as all this Maubrey business blows away, there mae bae time for friends…”

It was then that two figures in the grove of trees, laid upon the ground and watched the pair… The younger of the two whispers… “See M’Lord… I told yu true… Aberdeen has a courtesan… tis the same one I saw at the Bruce’s castle before the riot…” the older man looked at the younger… “Aye tis useful information Alfred… are the documents ready for the Scholar…?” The younger man nodded… “I fear that the current regime is agitated with me… If I am arrested by Aberdeen, see the documents are delivered… ensure that the Russian dies in prison… and this courtesan affair is made public… We need all we can to stir the people against the Aberdeens…” The younger man nods… “Aye Milord… thou will shall be done…”

"Twas not a threat as much as a warning Milord… and you have nothing to fear from the source he is a most loyal supporter of you and yours... he only wants what's best for You, Your wife and Skye... and he is right.. a supposed liaison with me would draw undo attention in such times... even if it is only.. a friendly liaison... it could look as if it were much more…" she withdrew her hand then and settled it in her lap, glacial greens veiled behind dark lashes as she said the next words.. "So this will be the last of our meetings for some time to come…" it was whispered almost as if giving the news that someone had passed away... was their a tinge of grief in her voice... for the too soon expired friendship, that was fallen victim to the troubled times of war...

“Aye, tis true words… Ah woot nay put it past Maubrey to stir things ‘bout mae…” then his hand patted her knee.. “Baet that tis nay yaer concern lassy… Ah’ll handle mae Father…” [/i] Whether she knew, or not, that Lord William Maubrey was Adam’s father made no difference to him… This woman was his friend… not one of his thru Beathag, but his own… “Tis only our last should yae wish it M’Lady… Ah knaew the Lady Bess and yae are friends… and t’would bae goot, mabbe tae let her knaew… but knaew tis only the last should yae feel it necessary…” War often destroyed friendships as it did countries… but Adam would not allow war to destroy neither his country nor friendship…

They had no idea they were being watched, spied upon, and to many it may have looked less than innocent... though as of this moment it certainly was… Shaden however was not ignorant of the Duke’s captivated senses... but she knew well it was folly to give into such… as not only was he a happily married man… and she… a courtesan with a complicated life at the present moment, but the implications of such an affair would send tremors of shock and ill will throughout his realm. For long moments she sat silent... then spoke quietly…

"You did not tell me what happened with the King after you saved me… I would know…so that I can put my flights or horrific fancy to rest... and know the truth.. " thoughts of him tortured because of his liberation of her from Robert dawged her nightmares and left her waking in a cold chilled sweat more often than not... "And where is Robert now...?" this was something new… this morbid curiosity over her attacker... was there reason behind the query... "I need to know... that he is far away from Skye..." she looked frightened to death with that statement... her color going pale…

He laughs at her curiosity… “Tis moments of history M’Lady… Ah am before yae am Ah naet? Then no reason to worry further… Put yaer demons tae rest…” again his hand found her knee… “Robert still sits upon his throne… and Ah as the Griffin of Scotland… the Guardian o’the Scots… ‘e shall nae bother us… but ‘e knaews that if he wishes tae succumb unto the Ainglish, then Ah shall return tae Aberdeen… this time in full force…” he smirks… “An’ poor Robert, alas he is of good heart… mean but he doth love Scotland… Ah think he had been bitten by a demon and cursed his mind…” The problem was between Robert and Adam… with none to know but himself and Beathag… still he attempted to ease Shaden’s mind about what had occurred, and to relieve her of the pain that she felt for Adam’s pain at the hand of Robert the Bruce… “Oh Robert shant come tae Skye M’Lady… yae are safe under the Gryphon’s wing…” then he smiled a charming smile… much like the one his father often gave… Just how far did the apple fall from the tree???

Adam got an odd look upon his face, then he looked around as he rubbed the neck under the long curly hair… He had sensed that they were being spied upon… but he, nor the guards that had caught up and surrounded the area had seen the perpetrators…

She was visibly relieved it seemed to hear that the Bruce would not be coming to Skye... the smile returned as the news was delivered of her assured safety underneath the Griffon wing… without warning or forethought she flung her arms about his neck in a hug of gratitude for the sanctuary, for she feared now that she would need it in the upcoming months. Copper curls scented of orchids and jasmine brushed against his boyish cheek... as she enveloped him in her embrace. "Thank you for that" she whispered against his ear, did she shiver as thoughts of the Bruce assailed her… a soft sigh of relief as she felt his arms enfold her…

An embrace… It was unexpected, but yet enjoyable… his arms automatically wrapped around her… and in a seductive way, he turned her and laid her down upon the blanket and hovered over her… a moment in time as he looked at her, his mind retracing the moments when he first held her, bruised and naked, in the Bruce’s quarters… now the red hair splayed against the blanket, her emerald eyes looking back at him… the color of her cheeks tinted slightly red… his curly hair hanging about his face… His body sprang to life and his heart pounded in his chest…

Surprised as she was laid down, glacial green eyes the color of frozen seawater widened and softened.. her mouth opening in mute protest as the evidence of his body’s quickening was obvious. " I never intended…" a breathless whisper as she saw desire and doubt mingled in the depths of his sea green eyes., her breathing came in deep long draws of expectation. It was a moment suspended in time where choices were made... that would affect so many... so much...

Beautiful and seductive, Shaden was… this courtesan who had befriended him… a bond had formalized between them… potentially intimate… Adam’s hand pushed errant strand of flaming red hair from her face… and he smiled… “Ah shall tell yae naew… Ah am ever so deeply in love wit mae wife… and if nae for that… Ah woot take yae as mae own…” his eyes flickered back and forth… “Yae ‘re a friend, so deeply embedded in mae heart… and yae are so sexually exciting… yae make a man’s mind escape himself… and Ah thank yae for liking, nae loving mae… baet we both know our hearts lie elsewhere…” he said in a seductive low baritone voice… then he leaned down and kissed her nose and popped her hip… and they both seemed to laugh at the situation they were in… but they be friends… with a deeper loyalty to one another than anyone could ever fathom…

The fingers that caressed her curl from her cheek, were warm and sweet... lingering like that of a lovers... then the lover’s confession, a soft intake of breath at the sincere regret in his voice… and the desire... when had this sparked so between them... had she failed to notice her affects on him, or though him immune... certainly at this moment she was not immune to him, stilled like a captive bird beneath him, heart fluttering wildly, lips poised as if to be kissed... it was an age old pull of chemistry and intimacy that pulled at them... like the magnetic forces of the universe... opposites attracted... and how… "I would never seek to divert your love of you wife Adam... this is all... a lovely mistake…" her hand lifted pulling through his dark unruly curls... after he kissed her nose... a soft chuckle... her thumb working over the bow of his lips... in substitute perhaps of what her lips wished to accomplish… Soft sweet tones that would melt his heart... with their truth laden words… "The heart has endless room... for love... and yes Milord... I love thee... as my Leige... My Shining Hero... My Friend… My Adam... that I share with no one... the man who holds my loyalty...who looks at me as if I have never been tarnished...or dented.. it is the same unfailing, unconditional love you show me... you see reflected in my eyes for you..." if there were a more tender moment between two people ever it had been written by master poets and thought legend and lore... the stuff that tragic dreams were made of... it hovered between them crackling with possibility... and yet...

“You could not divert mae luv from mae wife, my dear Shaden… tis forces that I dunnae understand from the vera day Ah met her… baet lemme tell yae naew… this… us… is nae a mistake… Ah am full capable o’mae faculties…” then he smiled at her words… “Shaden, yaer a beautiful and seductive lass... All Ah pray tis yae find a man that loves yae as Ah dae Bess… one that shall protect yae from all ‘arm…” then he winks at her… “… and mabbe, the pitter-patter o’bairins gracing yaer ‘ouse… ‘specially if’n he likes tae make silk purses from yaer sows ear as much as Ah dae…” then he rose from over her and pulled her to sit…

Turning his attention over to the food she prepared… he began to pick and choose, filling his mouth full of food…

The pair of men who watched from the hill just watched the pair below… a wicked smirk upon the older man… he looks to his companion… “I have seen all this disgusting chyt I can stomach Alfred… This boy cannot even take a courtesan in a field…as his wife has his member tied in knots… such weakness I cannot understand in a man proclaimed to be Skye’s fierce leader… this cannot be the force I am up against… he is far too weak…” Alfred looks to his lord… “Tis true milord… but that is Abrdeen, and he is proclaimed Guardian of the Scots…” Then the older man crawled back down the hill… and to his horse… Disgust apparent upon his face… As Alfred mounted his steed, the older man looked at him… “Never mind Alfred… I shall make up a story to discredit him none the less…” then he spurred his horse back toward the city.

The sentry saw the two riders heading east… and with a glance over his shoulder, holding his breath, turned, and rode hard down into the valley… once over the knoll, he breathed easily as he saw the Duke and the Courtesan still alive and unmolested. As he neared the pair, he dismounted and began to speak to them of his discovery… [/font][/color]