Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Apr 28, 2008 12:34:22 GMT -6
Sitting at the desk once again… the treaties with the surrounding islands done… the alliances formulated with the Highland Kingdom of Scotland and the Isle of Avaria… Adam smiled and pushed aside the documents. It was getting late, and he was sure that Bess would be in bed, waiting for him. He attempted to be in bed by 10 strikes of the Tower Clock, but that was not always so.
By the time the eleventh sounding of the clock tower, he pulled the lever that held the door closed. Opening it, he saw his Bessie Eve laying on the bed. Smiling he made his way to the bed… “G’eve my Bessie Eve… mae how goot yae look these days… peaceful days are goot tae yae…”
Unbeknownst to him, word had come to her in regards to the presumed incident with him and the Lady Jelenah… the odd expression on her face confused him.
Instead of at the mahogany desk, she sat behind countertops in the kitchen. Her back reclined into the poplar trees instead of tall backed chairs. No audience or business had come over the threshold. Endless days of spring had revived the color to her face. She spoke only good things, only when necessary. Still, peace could only go on for so long before the Highlander became bored with her placement in things. What was she to advise? How was she to make her mark if the only mark she had was to place a hair pin? That was if Jelenah didn't do it for her. Beathag wasn't made of dandelions. Her blood wasn't vapors. Real, tangible, and yearning to be useful she struck out into the city once again to see what she could do.
As the hours ticked by after lunch, the ability to ignore the gossip was conflicted with everything that had been discussed before. Why had they looked so differently at her? As she came from the gardens with another armful of flowers, she dropped them when she heard that the servants’ tongues slipped again.
"Wot?" If there was one thing she detested above all else, it was the feeling of helplessness. By the time Adam returned home her voice as tired from so much laughter, and she didn't want to be full on bitterness but she had to know. "Wot did ye… dae with Jelenah? The servants, Ah heard 'em talkin' taeday. Nay one wants tae tell me a damnable thing, but ye know… all.. .tha' catches is me throat… Ah..be nay deaf.."
Settling upon the bed, her words struck a note deep in his stomach… “Ah did nothing with Jelenah…” which was partially true, and partially incorrect… “Ah shall explain it tae yae… but yae should ne’r consider wot yae hear o’rumors…” One leg crooked under the other as he looks to Bess, explaining all that occurred the night before she returned from the dead…
The woman that he loved looked at him with alternating expressions as he explained her death, her hauntings… the sounds and sights he had encountered, the eeriness of it all. “If ye look tae notice, yu and Lady Jelenah do look much alike… and as far as ah could see… it was you who Ah was with… but apparently, as Ah ‘ave been told, t’was her. Ah have only one plea… nae guilty o’de charges M’Lady…” he attempted to lighten the subject.
She looked at him with no chance for him to take quarter in her immediate forgiveness. It was the truth, unadulterated, that she craved more than anything these days, "Aye, explain," she would let her hands clasp together in her lap, "Ah've heard a great many things, sae ye should sort out all truth from untruth, n' henceforth this night on Ah beh decreein' nay one shall treat meh simple."
The two lovers, now man and wife, had endured much since the days of Inverness much over a year past now… The Duke was now explaining how his affections had veered from the Duchess to the Lady-in-Waiting. All in innocence had he given them… but the occurrences in time, people’s own interpretation, and his own sanity in question, he explained it from his viewpoint. “Yae knaew Ah loves yae wit ahll m’heart… we ‘ave a connection dat far outreaches the plane of life… Have I naet knaewn when yae was ailin’… or in danger?” he says in his own defense… he just looks down. “If’en yae think mae guilty, then Ah shall take mae punishment wholly… wit nae regrets…” then he looks to her…the greens of both sets of eyes meet… “But if’en yae think me innocent, and feel it in yaer heart, then let us speak nae more ‘bout it…”
So the truth he gave her consisted of fables, riddles, fairy tales and nonsense. Only, how could she criticize his reasoning when in some way it must have been true? She had experienced her own soul's motivation to remain, what it was like to dislodge first from the body. Next, the world at large turned back to a place of unparalled wisdom and beauty. Were it not for being treated like kid gloves, she would have told her husband about the journey into the next world with a more unbidden senses. Rationality, however, coupled with the business of late left no time for it. But alas, there was time to learn that she favored her beloved hand maiden so much he mistook the two in his grief?
What was he expecting besides mixed looks as she tried her best to fathom how deep his madness had gone. It couldn't have been only death is what she thought but instead the final breaking point of a problem he had ill-addressed for many months. As he lay back in the bed, guilt ridden, she remained sitting up as she looked to ocean from their chamber windows.
Not waiting for an answer, he interlaces his fingers, placing the hands at the back of his head laying upon the pillow… his legs stretch out upon the finery of the bed. Looking up to the ceiling, his mind reflecting upon that night… sea-green eyes flickering left to right in contemplation. “If’en yae ‘ave doubts, then ask Jelenah yerself…”
"Ah've nay intention' o' shamin' the honor o' ye both in the quest fer some bit o' wot. As hard as it may be tae see, Ah believe ye above all else, n' Jelenah would nay dae such. E'er I beh proven wrong? Ye will incur mah sadness, mah displeasure, mah hurt n' mah wrath. Ne'er will nor have ye now lost mah love, nor mah trust.. .but dun treat me akin tae this again. Just tell meh plain. Ah hear sae much e'eryday. Mah speech beh slow... my throat beh scarred but Ah was ne'er made deaf."
Rolling over, he looks to Bess. “Yae are the one Ah love…naebody else… yae gaet mae heart and mae soul… Ah may be mistaken, but Ah believe Ah gave it all that day Ah met yae…Ah had nothing…nae money, no home, no one even tae share it wit… save some poor lil bairn that could nae take care herself…” he pauses and his hand leisurely goes to her thigh, tracing the scars upon her leg, still looking at her face. “Ah shall endure yer sadness with mae concern and silliness, yer displeasure with a wot it takes tae mend a broken heart, yer hurt with mae ways tae make the pain go away, and yer wrath as mae love is mae shield. Ah ne’r did wot people say…naet on purpose but of insanity at losin’ yae Ah plead…” circling an old scar upon her leg, he glances down then immediately back to looking at her… “Yae knaew Ah will alwas tell ye true… for ah kin naet lie tae ye… kick mae from yaer bed… steel yer heart from mae… do wot yae must, but t’will be faer naught, for Ah did naethin’ wrong…” he leans back… “Ah be innocent M’Lady…”
He had been so serious, not apologetic, for he did no wrong… but he wished her to know just how much he loved her… then an evil smirk crossed his face… his fingers interlaced behind his head… “Though Jelenah is a beautiful woman… and she doth look sae much like mae wife…” he teased…
He turned a serious moment into the potential for pleasure. The bed was not cold, but nor was there often time to warm it. Without the duty to give him heirs, theirs could be a chamber of true delights where love's expression reigned supreme. All the same, a Highlander that grew hot with temper might not easily be swayed to let it swoon to a lover's desire. She pulled her leg back, turning away as he touched the first of new wounds healed from the battles they had fought since the Yule just passed. "Ye've a mind ailment. Ah suppose tis only another thing wot unites us, weh both have faults in tha', dun we? Ye depression coincides with mah stress. Ye madness with mah disdain or despair. One thing said beh true, ye would 'ave done better with a younger bride tae humor ye," before he could rebuke her she pressed a finger to his lips, watching the smirk come after the tease, "Aye, n' mayhaps she beh beautiful… but she would nay know, and obviously did nay know wot tae dae with ye n' had tae call Kendrew. Tae timid n' still tae green. Mm. Ye dae need such woman as this afterall..."
She learned over him, their seriousness turning to play as she let the hair veil around him. When he would laugh, she stole his breath with a kiss.
The kiss didn't sway him one bit, as he was already teasing her... "Aye, mabbe a younger lass would do, but experience yae 'ave tis bett'r for an old man as me..."
"A younger lass could give yeh bairins, spend ye money till twas dry n' annoy the hell out o' ye with her simperin' in' uncut ways. Now..as fer an older lass," she kissed him again, smiling in it, "She will challenge ye e'eryday,argue with ye a moment n' dote on ye the next, n' love ye more fierce fer knowin' wot all loss is..ne'er lettin ye gae."
Laughing a bit... "Who needs bairins, ah got me two fine ones as is... Let the young men 'ave the lasses... Ah got me a true blue, hard fightin, good ridin lass and a fantastic lover tae boot..." he snuggles up next to her... "Besides she smells goot tae..."
"Is tha' sae? She spells o'...tulips..n' spanish roses...the grass n' good earth. Wind n' a little sea salt. Scotland. Tis nay wonder ye are smitten with tha', any good Scottish man n' laird who spoils her sae would beh.." She put her arm over his side, drawing it up and down slowly, "Let the young 'ave the young life..we beh due tae enjoy ours now."
Their time was their time... and they enjoyed the rest of the night and early morn "discussin'.." their relationship with intimacy and passion that filled the room, apparently enough as to where no one dared knock.
By the time the eleventh sounding of the clock tower, he pulled the lever that held the door closed. Opening it, he saw his Bessie Eve laying on the bed. Smiling he made his way to the bed… “G’eve my Bessie Eve… mae how goot yae look these days… peaceful days are goot tae yae…”
Unbeknownst to him, word had come to her in regards to the presumed incident with him and the Lady Jelenah… the odd expression on her face confused him.
Instead of at the mahogany desk, she sat behind countertops in the kitchen. Her back reclined into the poplar trees instead of tall backed chairs. No audience or business had come over the threshold. Endless days of spring had revived the color to her face. She spoke only good things, only when necessary. Still, peace could only go on for so long before the Highlander became bored with her placement in things. What was she to advise? How was she to make her mark if the only mark she had was to place a hair pin? That was if Jelenah didn't do it for her. Beathag wasn't made of dandelions. Her blood wasn't vapors. Real, tangible, and yearning to be useful she struck out into the city once again to see what she could do.
As the hours ticked by after lunch, the ability to ignore the gossip was conflicted with everything that had been discussed before. Why had they looked so differently at her? As she came from the gardens with another armful of flowers, she dropped them when she heard that the servants’ tongues slipped again.
"Wot?" If there was one thing she detested above all else, it was the feeling of helplessness. By the time Adam returned home her voice as tired from so much laughter, and she didn't want to be full on bitterness but she had to know. "Wot did ye… dae with Jelenah? The servants, Ah heard 'em talkin' taeday. Nay one wants tae tell me a damnable thing, but ye know… all.. .tha' catches is me throat… Ah..be nay deaf.."
Settling upon the bed, her words struck a note deep in his stomach… “Ah did nothing with Jelenah…” which was partially true, and partially incorrect… “Ah shall explain it tae yae… but yae should ne’r consider wot yae hear o’rumors…” One leg crooked under the other as he looks to Bess, explaining all that occurred the night before she returned from the dead…
The woman that he loved looked at him with alternating expressions as he explained her death, her hauntings… the sounds and sights he had encountered, the eeriness of it all. “If ye look tae notice, yu and Lady Jelenah do look much alike… and as far as ah could see… it was you who Ah was with… but apparently, as Ah ‘ave been told, t’was her. Ah have only one plea… nae guilty o’de charges M’Lady…” he attempted to lighten the subject.
She looked at him with no chance for him to take quarter in her immediate forgiveness. It was the truth, unadulterated, that she craved more than anything these days, "Aye, explain," she would let her hands clasp together in her lap, "Ah've heard a great many things, sae ye should sort out all truth from untruth, n' henceforth this night on Ah beh decreein' nay one shall treat meh simple."
The two lovers, now man and wife, had endured much since the days of Inverness much over a year past now… The Duke was now explaining how his affections had veered from the Duchess to the Lady-in-Waiting. All in innocence had he given them… but the occurrences in time, people’s own interpretation, and his own sanity in question, he explained it from his viewpoint. “Yae knaew Ah loves yae wit ahll m’heart… we ‘ave a connection dat far outreaches the plane of life… Have I naet knaewn when yae was ailin’… or in danger?” he says in his own defense… he just looks down. “If’en yae think mae guilty, then Ah shall take mae punishment wholly… wit nae regrets…” then he looks to her…the greens of both sets of eyes meet… “But if’en yae think me innocent, and feel it in yaer heart, then let us speak nae more ‘bout it…”
So the truth he gave her consisted of fables, riddles, fairy tales and nonsense. Only, how could she criticize his reasoning when in some way it must have been true? She had experienced her own soul's motivation to remain, what it was like to dislodge first from the body. Next, the world at large turned back to a place of unparalled wisdom and beauty. Were it not for being treated like kid gloves, she would have told her husband about the journey into the next world with a more unbidden senses. Rationality, however, coupled with the business of late left no time for it. But alas, there was time to learn that she favored her beloved hand maiden so much he mistook the two in his grief?
What was he expecting besides mixed looks as she tried her best to fathom how deep his madness had gone. It couldn't have been only death is what she thought but instead the final breaking point of a problem he had ill-addressed for many months. As he lay back in the bed, guilt ridden, she remained sitting up as she looked to ocean from their chamber windows.
Not waiting for an answer, he interlaces his fingers, placing the hands at the back of his head laying upon the pillow… his legs stretch out upon the finery of the bed. Looking up to the ceiling, his mind reflecting upon that night… sea-green eyes flickering left to right in contemplation. “If’en yae ‘ave doubts, then ask Jelenah yerself…”
"Ah've nay intention' o' shamin' the honor o' ye both in the quest fer some bit o' wot. As hard as it may be tae see, Ah believe ye above all else, n' Jelenah would nay dae such. E'er I beh proven wrong? Ye will incur mah sadness, mah displeasure, mah hurt n' mah wrath. Ne'er will nor have ye now lost mah love, nor mah trust.. .but dun treat me akin tae this again. Just tell meh plain. Ah hear sae much e'eryday. Mah speech beh slow... my throat beh scarred but Ah was ne'er made deaf."
Rolling over, he looks to Bess. “Yae are the one Ah love…naebody else… yae gaet mae heart and mae soul… Ah may be mistaken, but Ah believe Ah gave it all that day Ah met yae…Ah had nothing…nae money, no home, no one even tae share it wit… save some poor lil bairn that could nae take care herself…” he pauses and his hand leisurely goes to her thigh, tracing the scars upon her leg, still looking at her face. “Ah shall endure yer sadness with mae concern and silliness, yer displeasure with a wot it takes tae mend a broken heart, yer hurt with mae ways tae make the pain go away, and yer wrath as mae love is mae shield. Ah ne’r did wot people say…naet on purpose but of insanity at losin’ yae Ah plead…” circling an old scar upon her leg, he glances down then immediately back to looking at her… “Yae knaew Ah will alwas tell ye true… for ah kin naet lie tae ye… kick mae from yaer bed… steel yer heart from mae… do wot yae must, but t’will be faer naught, for Ah did naethin’ wrong…” he leans back… “Ah be innocent M’Lady…”
He had been so serious, not apologetic, for he did no wrong… but he wished her to know just how much he loved her… then an evil smirk crossed his face… his fingers interlaced behind his head… “Though Jelenah is a beautiful woman… and she doth look sae much like mae wife…” he teased…
He turned a serious moment into the potential for pleasure. The bed was not cold, but nor was there often time to warm it. Without the duty to give him heirs, theirs could be a chamber of true delights where love's expression reigned supreme. All the same, a Highlander that grew hot with temper might not easily be swayed to let it swoon to a lover's desire. She pulled her leg back, turning away as he touched the first of new wounds healed from the battles they had fought since the Yule just passed. "Ye've a mind ailment. Ah suppose tis only another thing wot unites us, weh both have faults in tha', dun we? Ye depression coincides with mah stress. Ye madness with mah disdain or despair. One thing said beh true, ye would 'ave done better with a younger bride tae humor ye," before he could rebuke her she pressed a finger to his lips, watching the smirk come after the tease, "Aye, n' mayhaps she beh beautiful… but she would nay know, and obviously did nay know wot tae dae with ye n' had tae call Kendrew. Tae timid n' still tae green. Mm. Ye dae need such woman as this afterall..."
She learned over him, their seriousness turning to play as she let the hair veil around him. When he would laugh, she stole his breath with a kiss.
The kiss didn't sway him one bit, as he was already teasing her... "Aye, mabbe a younger lass would do, but experience yae 'ave tis bett'r for an old man as me..."
"A younger lass could give yeh bairins, spend ye money till twas dry n' annoy the hell out o' ye with her simperin' in' uncut ways. Now..as fer an older lass," she kissed him again, smiling in it, "She will challenge ye e'eryday,argue with ye a moment n' dote on ye the next, n' love ye more fierce fer knowin' wot all loss is..ne'er lettin ye gae."
Laughing a bit... "Who needs bairins, ah got me two fine ones as is... Let the young men 'ave the lasses... Ah got me a true blue, hard fightin, good ridin lass and a fantastic lover tae boot..." he snuggles up next to her... "Besides she smells goot tae..."
"Is tha' sae? She spells o'...tulips..n' spanish roses...the grass n' good earth. Wind n' a little sea salt. Scotland. Tis nay wonder ye are smitten with tha', any good Scottish man n' laird who spoils her sae would beh.." She put her arm over his side, drawing it up and down slowly, "Let the young 'ave the young life..we beh due tae enjoy ours now."
Their time was their time... and they enjoyed the rest of the night and early morn "discussin'.." their relationship with intimacy and passion that filled the room, apparently enough as to where no one dared knock.