Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Mar 4, 2008 23:34:33 GMT -6
Beathag: By the light of solitary candle, Beathag crossed the halls from one end of them toward the one containing the room she now shared with her Lord. The Duke. Her husband. A handfasting before the assembly meant that their solitary nights were done for beneath this or any roof, and what they had taken as vows at heart were now bound in contract. she shuffled off the heavy wool robe, moving toward the bed in simple gown. It was a pleasure to share room now, so she'd waste neary a moment of it.
Adam: Adam sat upon the bed, his back on fluffed pillows, his form dwarfed by the large frame bed. His mind wandering amongst the many subjects that wrought the day. Bess's arrival in a mere robe and gown made him smile, as they were now entering upon a whole new dimension of their relationship.
Beathag: How large a bed could be, four posts strung with curtain. The covers of sumptious furs, sheets of fine linen. The candle was put down on a table as her lips curved into a smile as the sight of her husband amidst the pillows, "Wot dae ye think on 'afore bed, mo chroi? how vast your land, how large ye holdings?" The robe was laid out on a chair as into the bed she sank.
Adam: Placing some pillows for her to recline upon, he smiles. "Verily, yae 're on mae mind most o' the time... but naew a days, the traitors 'ave been... Turas Lan is an old city with many willing tae die for her... but some o'the Lairds want her... tae use her as barter with the Ainglish... Ah be afraid ah mae be doin' things that'll look bad in the people's eyes if'en it gets out... but ah need the information they 'ave inside their heads...”
Beathag: "Turas Lan's been 'ere e'en away from the eyes o' the King fer so long," she commented while pulling the covers over her legs. Reclining into the featherdown stuffed objects, her hair spilled across her shoulder as they had the chance to speak privately on such matters, "Mah heart… I dun think we can keep things quiet much longer. The people 'ere are o' a different Scott's ilk than e'er Ah've seen. If they are nay more calculatin' they be more easy tae catch on." Fingers captured his own as she exhaled a sigh, "Ah know ye dun want tae do things as this...Ah know."
Adam: Settling down into the covers more, laying his head upon her lap with a sigh. "Ah agree with yae m'heart... the longer we wait, the longer they have tae fight back... I gaet 6 prisoners, two died night afore... if'en I had all the names, ah would arrest em all, have a trial and behead the lot o'em." Calloused hands, and hard fingers rubbed her legs lightly, the sensations he got from her... he just smiled amidts all the thoughts of Turas Lan and her troubles. "Why dae we wind up amidst all this? Wha' dae we dae it? How did it all come tae fall in our laps...? All Ah wanted was tae finish mae house by mae own hands and help ye in the merchant business..." he sighs heavily.
Beathag: Brown curls spilled out in cotton clad lap. He shifted; she felt the weight of his head as it turned the hands that touched her thighs. The sensations were pleasent that was afforded by his nearness. As a mother would a boy, her rough hands pulled away the hair in his face, "Ah dun nay know Adam, it was nay 'pon the list o' things tae accomplish most certain. Ah be a merchant, ye made a fine one . Tha' house we was tae live in was a fine house. nay man e'er built me house afore..." She sighed and nodded, "Ah think they should be without their 'eads, information inside or nay...iffn they live it could be one less night they think we all dae. They'd kill us in our sleep iffn they could.." Eyes would shut hard with a sigh; "Ah miss our 'ome, Adam. Ah'd look at it e'eryday..ye know planned the garden n' all..there be times wish we could gae back, begin again...but there be nay use n' such wishes, are there..."
Adam: Restless he was... It was as if he purred under her touch... a shift here, a move there... soon he found himself huddled next to her, his head lay upon her thigh, her hand caressing brown curls. "Ah knaew luv... but ah cannae say Inverness was mae home... Ah guess Turas Lan bae it naew... Ah nev'r had a home tae say tis mine... naet until naew..." Lifting his head, seagreen eyes look at her. "Tha gra agam ort..."
Beathag: The touch that soothed the savage beast inside the gentle man. Tumultous thoughts were put to rest with the purring rumble inside of his chest, a hand smoothing the place where his heart beat. "Nay, it was nay was it," she said of Inverness, "Ye know? Mah home be where ye be..and if it is Turas Lan than Turas Lan be home. E'en with all this..blackness, tis..a beautiful place. Skye's always been lovin' tae m'soul. E'en if this is nay the way we thought tae come 'ere, really .We'dve stayed in tha' room above the tavern for a long while. Been married by a wayside cleric 'er some such thing..but iffn this is our course with ye tis nay sae bad, Adam." Dutiful, strong, beautiful, and wise, the words of the commoner took on the appreciation of scholar's, "We sit 'pon the finest view o' a terrain n' land? We've more than we e'er thought pockets tae afford. Instead o' three ships we've seven..and ye are loved." Settling down beside him she whispered, "Always loved."
Adam: "Aye... ah be loved... at least mae wife and children love mae... but ah wear ah coronet o the masses, part o depends upon mae cause they 'ave no where else tae go... the others seek sumthin bette'r they had afore...”
Beathag: "Ah wear one alongside ye, n' wot they seek we will provide some how! They wish wot we all 'ave wished..it can be done...n' Ah'll dae all I can beside ye..."
Adam: Looking up at her... "Ah only try tae dae mae best for yu and the children... tis their future ah be looking at... nae the vastness o mae land, no mae holdings... a man o mae past was that way..." he referred to his Father... the future nemesis of the son.
Beathag: "Take pride n' wot ye've accomplished. Tis a feet o' madmen n' honesty wot got ye 'ere. Our children's future? Tis fine, nay matter iffn we had a dutchy or just a week cottage.." She looked to his eyes that were twisted in a sorrow she'd tried so hard to break. Her own were swallowed...swallowed so deep they unleashed from time to time enough to make her ill. "Please..come.." she pulled him back with her to lay on the bed complete, her arms wrapped around him as she sighed.
Adam: If not for the turmoil they endured, the two lovers would be entwined in a passionate free-for-all in the bed. It is often said that sex, no matter how rough is a cure for what ails you... still he lay in her arms... he was safe... the White Hound protected the Gryphon... he idly began to trace scars that abound her form, then he would move the gown and kiss a scar or two... "Ah pray yae knaew how much ah luv ye lass..."
Beathag: The White Hound was the Lady Griffin at heart, his mate and eternal lover. She would guard him until the stars fell from their place in the sky above them. Nothing could sever the bonds made before vows were ever spoken before a room. Cotton came over her shoulder, her scars his glory as he teased the always sensitive skin. "Ah know how much ye love me, lad, and tha' be true..."
Adam: Her scarred frame did nothing to deter him from loving to touch, smell, and feel her skin... he simply used the scars as ways to seduce her... to reassure her that it did not hinder him the least and should not cause her shame of not having a marrless body... her golden hair lingered at her shoulder, some atop her breast... he simply smiled and pushed the gown higher up... the heart in his chest accelerating, a hardness formed between strong legs.
Beathag: What would be the common woman's shame was this one's beauty personified: a war ravaged form her husband's delight. The network of scars his pathway to paradise. "Ah think sae long..as we've each other? We be well.." Tongue peeked out to moisten pink lips, leaving a touch of dew for the air to dry, the syrum to swell it in one exchange of his lips to hers. Higher and higher...watching as his girth was swelling. She pressed her own thighs together, looking to him with lingering eyes, "Ye know wot?"
Adam: With a smirk, he rises to his knees and waddles closer, his hands push knees apart and separates her legs... his hands a bit rougher than usual push her knees up, exposing the lushness that would soon glisten. A wicked smirk crosses his face. "Wot?”
Beathag: "Mayhaps there's a bit o' glory tae mah bein' barren. There be nay breakin' tween our tuppin' like rabbits in a snowed in' burrow." Smirk pulled at the laughlines, gasping as he parted her to look at the place that denoted her feminine quality. The loose shirt he had over his form was made short work of with a tilt of head.
Adam: The expression changed... "Aye... yae mae be right... seems everyone be 'avin bairns... Turas Lan could nay handle yet another Aberdeen..." he looks at her and moves to the side, looking away from her... "Ah do luv ye Bess... and pray that Ah kin give ye all ye want..."
Beathag: Why did she say something so foolish? Then again, Beathag Aberdeen was many things but never had been a mind reader. Highlander's brogue became native thick when she spoke to her man for he understood her plain - "Ahdam, Ah love ye. Wot make ye think ye can nay beh given meh all tha' Ah want?" She sat up and put her arm around him, letting the gown fall as she looked to him over his shoulder. Or was it that he wanted...or they wanted… and it could never. "Ahdam… dae ye want more children?"
Adam: Shaking his head would never reveal what he thought, or felt... "Why yae ask luv... Ah knew long afore we even talked much that ye could never 'ave bairns... it nev'r came tae mind..." words spoke...all truth, but it didn't cover the field of emotions he had in his mind. Greed, politics, and power took the fruits of many people and destroyed it... whole families. A heavy breath as he remembered the day he found Edme... all covered in blood, her dead mother atop of her. He rolled over and his arms enveloped her... soon tears flowed easily... for the first time, Bess would see her man...her love...her fortress... cry…
Beathag: "Ahdam ye knew, does nay mean ye 'eart has tae except it..." Axe, sword, sail, and commerce. Uplift the fallen and rally the warrior under a banner. There was nothing, it seemed, Beathag couldn't do. Except one thing -- the most natural, basic things of a woman to do. If seed he planted the land was not fertile enough to retain the life nourishing substance. Around them there were babies being born and women holding life in their wombs. A tapestry of life in a portrait of gold, deceit, and alterior motives that gave darker ambience to the color of thread used to join the images together. "Beloved.." she called out to him to be rewarded with a wet rain into her chest. "Ahdam.." Her voice broke at the breaking of his heart, a soft sigh as she held him close. Now it was her turn to be his rock. His fortress. The joinings holding his life together. She prayed that it would last as she mourned the destructions playing havoic at them both.
Adam: Moments of tears... words of love... arms of strength... this was what their relationship was... when one was down, the other stood fast and strong... then when the other faltered, the first stood ground heartily...and true... this is what the griffin banner portrayed, as if God, or Gods, had a hand in its design... Adam rolled over to her, his strained eyes looking upon her... "Mae apologies tae let ye see mae cry... but ah feel safe with ye Bessie Eve... Safer than ah ever felt before... Ah tell ye, if'en ye are barren, and no bairn be had between us safe what we gaet naew, then it wont be meae from lack o tryin'... twill be the Gods fault and I'll curse them... but twill nae be our fault from lack o tryin... " then he follows that statement with a grin.
Beathag: There was no way she would take her arms from around him as he let her be the harbor he took solace in . How many times did she cry in his arms on those occasions when her shame was too much to bare? Giving a sigh, she took up her hands to his face with a soft smile for him despite the ache. What good would be this title be if it did not allow her to be the strong woman that he needed? Was it wrong, to damn a whole portion of a country if it was for his benefit? Lips pressed to his before they tasted the salt of his tears, "Ye cry afore me, as Ah dae ye. Tis honor nay shame tae be the woman wot holds ye tears in 'er hands. Ah, see...there be the root o' some o' it, at least." Quiet laugh as only he heard how deep her brogue got. Husked, sweet surrender, "Ah know it won't be fer lack o' doin' 'er tryin' man. Our bed would ne'er be cold tha's known fact.." She put his hand to her chest, over her heart, "Ye've already planted seed 'ere.." Forehead came to rest against his own. "We've created somethin' good a'tween us, fer wot children we dae 'ave. We be blessed more than most, Ah suppose..but...iffn we did..iffn we could?" It was silly for they ne'er e'en brought up more children until now. "would ye want it?"
Adam: "As long as we agree on one thing..." those words were coveted in smiles of love and blanketed with trust... "That we get the heirs annotated, in the church and in the Queen's register... Aodhan Sirial is the first heir tae all we own..., that way none can falter his claim..." he smiles... "Just in case if there is any questions in anyone's mind... Bairn or nae..."
Beathag: Annotated in the church n' with the Queen? Her boy? She laughed softly and nodded without a moment's apprehension, "Ye love 'em sae much, this is how he be ye boy, and Edme be mine. We should survey the lands." she made mention of it , " tour the holdin' tae see tha' Edme has things fer herself n' fer portions o' a dowry tae use at her discretion." She caressed his sides and smiled, "Thems be our first bairins, Aodhan is ye first son, Edme ye daughter.."
Adam: He laughs for the first time... "Thats wot ah mean woman... all dat be dun afore being logged in the books..." he swats her thigh lightly. "All those be done bae us... then logged for all Scotland tae know... O'course Aodhan ba mae first born..." he chuckled at her.
Beathag: "E'en iffn I can nay give ye a child, ye gave me one, is tha nay odd? Ye gave meh Edme..." she kissed him softly with tender care.
