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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 18, 2011 22:35:51 GMT -5
"Why can't I go with you?" Darragh, the eldest of her younger brothers was asking as Fionn began to pack her things. She would be leaving on the morrow to marry her betrothed Edwin Morton. He was Norman, only three years older than herself and handsome, sweet, and generous. They had been betrothed for a year now and the date had been set for the month after her sixteenth birthday. Glancing at her six year old brother, she smirked and then leaned down, kissing the top of his head before standing and walking to the wardrobe to fetch more gowns. Her brother looked a lot like her stepmother with his red-gold hair and his fascinated blue eyes. He was always eager to learn more and glad he was going to be a big brother twice over. Darragh was the eldest to Finn and both were the sons that Annora had given her father and now she was pregnant again, this time praying for a little girl. Fionn knew she was due any day now and it was a shame she would not get to see the little girl. But she would be a wife soon and a mother to her own children and she would not see her mother and father and brothers unless visits were planned or unless they came to visit her. It was a sacrifice all girls made at one point in their life. She sighed and began to fold her gowns, placing them in the trunk. "You cannot go because you have to be here to help mum with the new baby and with Finn. She needs your help and da will wish you to help as weel," she told him then finished packing and sank down on the trunk and gathered him close, kissing the top of his head. "I love you," she murmured. "And you should pester da to come visit me often," she teased. Darragh chuckled childishly and nodded giving her a hug and a kiss upon the cheek. "I will," he promised. Fionn smiled and then sighed. She was going to miss home. ----- They had crossed the waters easily and had started toward the southern tip toward channel without actually going there. As their home was more inland. Being so far from home, Fionn just did not know what to make of it. They had stopped for the night and she had been given her own shelter while her in-laws to be had their own and men had set up tents and guards in order to keep a round the clock guard as the territory they were in was ridden with Celts and Pagan barbarians. She sighed as she sank down on her pallet of furs and took down her hair. There was a clay pot of hot coals and pouring water onto it kept it nice and toasty inside the tent. She sighed, running her fingers through her white gold hair then closing her eyes as she offered up a prayer that her family was safe and that her stepmother delivered her child safely. And finally, she prayed that she would make a good wife to Edwin. She was fond of him and he was the son of a Norman earl. A perfect match to her status as an Irish King's daughter. Her problem was her temper and her unladylike tendencies. Like punching men that give her advances she otherwise didn't like. More than a few suitors had gotten a knee to the groin or a fist to the nose. She sighed and laid down to sleep, hoping that all went well because by tomorrow night, after a week of travel, she would be at the Morton manor house and the day after that, she would be Edwin's wife. She was sleeping deeply when the sounds of battle awoke her. She sat up, dazed for a moment and then reached for her dagger and glanced out to see half naked blue painted men raiding the encampment. She gasped and came back into her tent, quickly putting on a robe and then grabbing her short sword. One of them entered her tent and she turned, pointing the blade at him. Hating that he was so much bigger but it wasn't the size but the skill that counted. "Get out of my tent!" she spat at him in Gaelic. ----- Moira sighed as she finished helping with her mistress' hair and then helped her with her robe. Lady Aisling was close to birthing with her second child and Moira had been helping her especially when Ranulf was away on business. He had been gone for a few days to check on his estates and would be back soon. Probably by evening on the morrow. "Did you see Brenna this even covered in mud?" she said with a giggle. "That girl gets into everything and follows Sir Joseph around like a lost pup. Poor thing. Five years old and convinced she's got the best big brother in the world. At least we know Joseph will be good enough a guardian over her, even if he is just fifteen," she said, speaking of Ranulf and Aisling's daughter, as she unbraided Aisling's hair then started brushing it out with a comb. She finished with the combing then went to the wardrobe to put up the gown that Aisling had worn today. She was eighteen now and still without any suitors. She liked pretend she would have one of thosse famous knights in shining armor slaying her dragons but all of it was a pretend and girlish fantasy. She would be lucky to get a proposal from the butcher's son. Because despite being Aisling's friend, she was just a lady's maid. |
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 20, 2011 15:42:27 GMT -5
The large party had ridden into his land without his permission because he was a Pagan. Of course, the Christians looked as his group of people are barbarians because they continued with their way of life. And for now, he and his band of men were attacking the party going through his lands knowing that they were going towards the port to the lands of the continent. However, he was not going to let that happen and the order was to kill the Norman men and take the women and children as slaves. Wearing the blue paint of his fore fathers, Aron slashed a sword through a tent as a young woman yelled at him in a dialect of his language.
Most of the people in the party were Normans aside from some of the servants which he would free if they were to become loyal to his cause. He did not understand why the people of his land were allowing those that did not belong into the Emerald Isle and so, he was going to fight to rid it of invaders. "Ah... a fiesty one... you will make a good slave for my bed chambers." He grinned at her, his dark hair was long but pushed back as he went over to her and knocked the dagger out of her hands like it was a toy. "Shouldn't be playing with something like that... you could hurt someone." He then simply lifted her, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was smaller than himself and weight light as a feather but she kept hitting him as he frowned and dropped her to she landed on her rump.
Towering over her, he took some rope so he could hog tie her if it meant she wouldn't be beating on his back when they were taking the loot back to his encampment in the forests. "You will need to learn to behave, or I will actually give you to my men to do with what they will..." He threathened knowing he would not do so, but he found these Christian women to be weak and telling them that they were going to rape them if they did not obey usually worked.
However, the celtics valued the women in their societies as equals being the ones to give life... a concept that was strange to those of the Christian faith. Even some of the women were leaders in his council... he simply lead the men into battle but they had a system where everyone would give their opinion.
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Looking over to her loyal maid and dear friend, Aisling smiled. "Aye, I did... she gets into everything and is ever the handful." She said about her daughter who would seen enough be a big sister as her hand touched the baby bump on her stomach. She hoped that she did not birth before Ranulf returned knowing that he would be back soon enough as it is. "I think the Sir Joesph wishes that she would stop following him around but it is awfully amusing." He was the step son to her husband's most trusted advisor and friend who had married Lady Sophie, a woman that she had become friends with and trusted.
Sophie was with her third child already but was situated at Caedmon's holdings as her son was training with her own guards. "I think that Brenna will be quite the tomboy like her mother... I do not think that her father will be too pleased with that but... she is the apple of his eyes." Aisling sighed before turning to look at Moira. "Why do you look so glum today, Moira? Is something the matter?" She asked with a curious glance.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 20, 2011 16:18:27 GMT -5
Fionn gasped. "That was my father's present to me!" she exclaimed when he took away her dagger. She gasped as she was dropped and saw her mother-in-law sobbing and crying. She frowned and looked back at the man tying her up and then grunted as he put her over her shoulder. "I behave just fine thank you very much and if you do pass me off to your men to use then I'll see that when my father the King of Glastermon I'll have you ken, finds me, he'll rip all of their manparts off and stuff them down their throats and then he'll do the same to you," she said then slammed her head into his back and kicked her feet. The few women in the camp were crying and sobbing but she didn't see the point in crying. What good would that do her? Better she fight him tooth and nail. Sure she was scared but she wasn't going to show weakness. That would be stupid.
She gasped. "I demand that you go back and get me my dagger!" she told him sternly. "And I can walk so stop carting me around like a sack on your shoulder. I have legs and if you don't put me down I'll keep kicking!," she swore then adjusted herself and knocked the back of his head with hers. She would kill him. Damn the man. While aye, most girls would be in sobs, she wouldn't dare shed a tear. Not unless she got alone time and even then she wouldn't get hysterical.
"If you get it, I swear I will not stab you," she promised, not daring say she wouldn't cut his throat open. She had to have some sort of leighway. "Are you a deaf oaf or something!?"
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Moira glanced at her and shook her head giving a half hearted smile. "Oh...nothing's the matter," she promised as she drew back the furs on the bed then went to put some fresh kindling in the grate before wiping her hands. "I was just thinking is all. Just that I'm a lot older than most girls are when they first marry and I don't have any suitors. Except for Bernard, the butcher's son, but...I do not like him all that much. He spits everywhere and he always has something black in his teeth..." she gave a mock shudder. "It's nothing...I mean. I do not mind being here and being your friend, but part of me wishes for a good man to court me. Fanciful given I am just a lady's maid in the eyes of society. Any nobles that have visited have only ever wanted to use me as a mistress. And I am not going to be used...I have more self respect than that..." she sighed then closed her eyes and shook her head. "But until a decent man comes along, I'll stay here..." she promised then turned as the door opened and Brenna came darting in freshly cleaned from a bath and her hair still dripping.
"Mummy! Is da going to be home tomorrow!? Is he? Is he?"
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 20, 2011 18:14:21 GMT -5
The dagger had been a nice one but he did not trust her as he went to get it for himself rather than for her. "Only getting it because it's a nice dagger but I am sure as hell not returning it to you, sweetheart." He said to her wishing the woman would shut up, this was one the odd duck out because she was not sobbing in instead making this whole situation a pain in the ass as he tied up her legs and wrists so that he could easily carry her over his shoulder. He couldn't really care less what she wanted since she was a prisoner as well as the others. Some would walk and others would be carried. "This dagger is mine now... and if you don't stop your bitching, soon you will be too." He growled as his men were taking the treasure along with prisoners.
However, when she did not stop her bitch, he got a rag and stuffed it into her mouth before tied another one around her mouth. "There, now if you are a good girl... maybe I will think about letting you eat something." He muttered. "And I am sure as hell not deaf when you were screaming like a banshee but now you are quiet... I think I like you more." Aron smirked as he addressed his men to ride to the north with the winning from their raids to their settlement. The women would be held for a ransom and they would be given back when they got what they wanted.
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Aisling thought for a moment about Moira knowing that the butcher's son was not prime picking. Her lady's maid was not an ugly girl in the least, if anything... she was a very pretty one that could easily have a lesser class of a night. "Why don't I talk to Ranulf about looking for a husband for you, Moira... you know that you are like family to us and well, you even know how to write because I taught you." She said knowing that a woman did not need a man in her life but, it was nice to be on equal terms like she was with her own husband.
It was then that her daughter came in and Aisling opened up her arms for her baby girl. "Oh, Brenna... Daddy is properly going to be home tomorrow and he said that he was going to get you a present too... but we must not be upset with Da if he is a bit late... alright?" She teased as she kissed her daughter's nose and tweaked it with affection.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 20, 2011 18:39:52 GMT -5
Fionn took a deep breath and just knocked her head back against his again but the man was as strong as an ox. She closed her eyes and just silently prayed because she was going to kill this rotten son of a bitch if he even thought of laying a hand on her.
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They must of walked for hours because it was peaking at dawn when she first saw the village. The houses were made of thatched roofs and wooden walls covered with mud to keep them together. Sturdy and strong but made by hand. Nothing like the stone walls of Glastermon. She watched as boys and women exited the small lodge like buildings and watched her and the others being carted in. All but a few women were taken to a single building and it seemed the ones without children or the servant women were being taken by different men. She paled slightly at the very idea of what they might do but guessed the same was in the cards for her and this big oaf carrying her.
"Aron!" a boy exclaimed gladly walking to him and grinning. "Did you have a fine battle!?" he asked happily as though the idea of bloodshed was somehow appealing. His name was Eoghan and he was Aron's nephew and a strapping lad of seven. Fionn glanced at him then looked away. She was exhuasted and would probably kill for a hot bath right now to ease the ache from her bones. She took a deep breath and saw a woman who was similar in appearance to the oaf coming forth. Her gown was nothing like anything that Fionn had ever seen a woman wear. Certainly more robe like and loose fitting then the gowns that Fionn wore. Or had worn. Right now she was in nothing more than a chemise and robe.
"Who is she?" Eoghan asked curiously as he opened the flap to Aron's house. Glancing around, Fionn found it did look rather comfortable. A pallet of furs, a fire pit in the center of the room that still had hot coals. It was also a lot warmer than outside. Which was freezing. How could the bastard stand to have his shirt off in weather like this?
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Brenna grinned then kissed her mother's cheek before scooting down and laying her head on her mother's belly to listen to her little brother or sister. She giggled when the babe inside of her mother kicked her and drew back smirking. "Is it true that da is coming with my future husband?" she asked, as though she were rather clever and knew exactly what that meant. She knew a husband was like her da was to her mum and he would give her kisses and let her speak her own mind and be kind to her, and he would probably scowl sometimes but he would love her. That's how her parents had a relationship and even at five, Brenna was certain she wanted the same thing.
Moira smirked and grabbed a comb, sinking down and brushing the girls wet hair and braiding it so it would dry into nice bouncing curls of black. "My my aren't you the energetic one this eve?" she grinned and then tied the hair off with a ribbon before getting up to finish doing the last of her chores in the room before going to her own chambers for the night.
Brenna glanced at her and grinned and then looked back at her mother waiting expectantly.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 20, 2011 19:55:13 GMT -5
"Oh... her... she's annoying, that's what she is..." He said to his young nephew who saw him as somewhat of an idol to him. Not that Aron minded, the boy was smart as a whip as he dumped the young woman on his bed. "I'm going to take her muzzle off so... best cover your ears." He said to the boy as he was teasing. He was the son of his oldest sister, Chloe and then, he also had a younger sister who had yet to be wed at the age of seventeen named Allison.
"The battle was not so bad..." He mentioned to the excited boy as he looked down at the young noisy woman knowing that most of the men taking the single woman were taking them to be their wives. He was making a large hand fasting ceremony since they needed more children to be born and make the stronger clan. Of course, there would be no love but they were not the barbarians that the Catholics saw them as.
"We got a number of women and children to join us... atleast the those of our blood... but the ones of Norman and Saxon... ah well, ransom them and return them but this one... well, she is Celtic but, she is worth a pretty penny. If I wed her then, I will have the side of the King of Glastermon." He mentioned with a slight smirk informing the boy. "Or, I could give her back... I am tempted because she threatened my bullocks." he shook his head as he decided to call for some warm water to be heated.
"Now, how has the home front been... need men like you to care for the women." He said to his nephew as he started to untie the gag at the young woman's mouth. "Don't you be screaming your head off... I am not going to be touching you... I figure that you are hungry... aren't you, banshee?" He asked.
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"i think that you are a little too young to be thinking of being a beautiful bride but yes, your father went to speak to Uncle Cormack and Aunt Annora about bethrothing you to Dermot?" She mentioned as she thought of the young boy who was only fifteen and ten years older than her daughter. "He's a Prince after all... and I think that he is bringing a few friends as well." She thought of her lady's maid and smiled. Perhaps, one of them was a little older than Lord Dermot and if he was. Well, this could be very good news for Moira if she presented her as an adorative daughter.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 20, 2011 20:23:26 GMT -5
She glanced at him with a glare but then decided she was to hungry and tired to argue. "Yes," she said, wondering if he would untie her. Doubtful. She glanced at the boy and he shirked back some toward the entrance of the hut. She sighed and looked away from him then back at the man before her. "I am not a banshee," she added spitefully then sank back against the wall as a man entered with a chuckle.
"Chloe's been looking for you everywhere laddie. Go on and see what your mum wants you scoundrel," the man said and Eoghan grinned.
"Right da," he said then walked out. Eoghan's father then looked at her and turned his attention back to his brother in law. "We have the names of the Normans in the group and I'm about to send messengers with ransoms...do you want me to send a messenger to this one's family or are you handfasting to her this evening like some of the other men?" he asked. they were a small tribe and though most Normans might rape captives, they married theirs in hopes of getting more numbers and raising greater families. The Celts these days, were not many and they were one of the last tribes in all of the Isle Erin. They had to have more children. The more children they had, the more key their survival became. "Finally taking a wife are you Aron?" he grinned then glanced at Fionn.
"I have a betrothed," she said haughtily to both of them and then raised her knees as best she could and tucked them under her chin. She took a deep breath and then looked away. Hating her situation. Such a shame she didn't have her twin with her. But he was going to visit his own betrothed's family. And with Annora's babe, her father wasn't escorting her, leaving her completely alone until word reached her father that she had been taken by the Celts. By then who knew what state she would be in.
"Probably some Norman rat bastard your da sold ya off too," the man mused then looked at Aron. "So what's it to be then?" he asked curiously.
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Brenna giggled. "Goodnight mum. Moira will you put me to bed?" she asked. "Since momma can't?" she added.
Moira stood and nodded. "Come on then brat. Let's get you tucked in," she smiled then took Brenna's hand, taking her off to her chambers and tucking her in. She checked on Aisling once more before going off to her own chambers and then settled down on her pillows and furs and closed her eyes. Hopefully she would get her happy ending one day.
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Ranulf glanced at Dermot as he flanked him. They were not to far from his wife's keep now and he was glad for it. It was cool and early spring but he couldn't wait to inhabit the warmth of his wife's bed. Even if she was close to birthing their second born. He moved his eyes ahead. Not only was Dermot with him but an older viking man who had come along to do some trading. he had his own ship and would be off within a week after trading some furs and other items that only the vikings had plenty of. A few other men rode as well but it was a small party of men to say the least.
"I'm sure you will get along well with my godson Joseph. He is a newly apointed knight and while you are here I'm sure you and he will make friends. He's a good lad. I know this marriage isn't what you wish but...the Norman king wanted it and it keeps as all safe from war times. You'll also get a nice Norman title after you marry my lass," he said though the idea of marrying Brenna off was something he did not like thinking about. She was only five after all. A third of his time with her was already spent and in ten years, she would be leaving him to marry this young man beside him. A lad ten and a half years older than she was.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 20, 2011 23:13:40 GMT -5
He looked over to her as if her opinion at the moment did not matter, he was the leader of the small clan and he did need to take a bride and who better than Irish Princess. Looking to his brother in law, Aron was scratching his chin as he sighed. "I suppose that I will take the banshee as my wife. She's pretty enough." He shrugged as he had her dagger on his belt, he would return it to her when he trusted that she would not want to kill him in his sleep.
"No, you're not..." Aron said to her. "I'm your betrothed now, and you will be handfasted to me like the other women will be to the men in my tribe." He mentioned as he sat down beside her with some dry meat and bread with butter. "You want some stew to eat, Banshee?" She had not given her name to him and so, he was not going to be calling her anything else as he looked over to see a bath tub being brought in so that she could have a bath before her wedding.
Looking to his brother in law, he took a moment. "Do send word to her family of the situation and that she is now my wife... not that they can change the outcome of the situation." He shrugged his shoulders knowing she would need some privacy so get ready. Aron would be taking a dip into the lake, it would be cold but it would be refreshing enough. "But, yes... I am finally taking a bride and I think that this one will do well... she is the only one that did not weep, so she is a strong one and you should heard the mouth on her." He chuckled with his brother in law knowing the Chloe had an attitude on her.
If she knew that he had tied and gagged this young woman, she would probably enter up kicking his ass if his brother in law did not tell on him. Which, could very well happen. "Now, if I untie you... will you go off running?" He asked her seriously. "I don't think you want me washing you..."
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Baldr was about twenty five years old but he had been traveling the Isle of Erin as an ambressdor for the nations of the north making dealings. As it turned out, he was cousins distancely with the King of Glastarmon and so, he was to be the escort to his younger cousin to visit his betrothed which turned out to be a child but the boy was to wait a decade or so when she was ripe for the picking. As for him, this was the last trip to the beautiful isle for awhile. He was to return to his home on a ship and would not return for a year or so.
Dermot knew his duty and he knew the little girl was adorable, of course... he would have to wait a decade but he would need to visit so she knew who the heck he was when he did come to be wedded to her. "Well, there is not much that I can do of it... if you are agreeable to it as I am then so be it. After all, we know how things can change in a decade of time. The young man said as he rode with his father's friend.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Nov 21, 2011 9:32:31 GMT -5
Fionn glanced at him and took a deep breath, watching the man leave the hut. Slowly her eyes went back to Aron. "My name is Fionn. And no I will not run away. You're more than likely a lot faster...and I prefer washing myself," she huffed at him. She was just glad to be rid of the ropes. After being set free, she massaged her red wrists then ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath before taking the bread and bowl of hot stew. It was something she needed, especially after only getting a light supper the night before. Apparently Norman ladies weren't allowed to eat so much. It was unfashionable. She had seen her mum Annora pack in a lot of food, especially when pregnant and she was Norman. Maybe it was a new sort of fashion.
She dipped the bread in the stew and ate it. It wasn't quite like the stew she had at the keep but it was definitely good. A mixture of hare and venison. She wiped her mouth and then finished off her bread without complaint then glanced at him. "If you do not mind I need a dress. You kidnapped me when I was wearing not but my under garments. So I would much appreciate a dress or gown or some other sort of clothing that I can wear besides something nearly see through," she said simply. She could not wait for her father to find out about this because once he did, he would come to fetch her. She was positive of it.
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Ranulf sighed. "Aye..." he agreed. He glanced at Baldr and smirked and then looked ahead. "Plenty of women at the keep Viking. I'm sure you'll find one to satisfaction just as long as it's not my wife," he chuckled to the younger man as he led them and the three knights with them to the keep. He was arriving a wee bit ahead of schedule thanks to fair weather and he couldn't wait to see his wife and daughter after four long weeks of being away from them. He hated travelling and was glad he would be home for at least a month before returning Dermot or until Dermot left with a party of his men. He wasn't quite sure which yet.
Arriving at the keep, he jumped from his horse and watched as Sir Joseph came and took the horse from him. "It's good that your hear Sir Ranulf. 'Twould seem the lady's been having a few pains this morning and the midwife says it might well be she births before supper," he was saying then watched as Brenna came rushing to her father.
Ranulf lifted her up and kissed her cheeks as she giggled and held him tight. "My you've gotten bigger," he sighed then nodded to Joseph. He would check on his wife to ensure she was doing well and sporadically do so until a midwife said he was coming. He would be in the room with her but he had been shooed out the last time with Brenna's birth by the midwife and left to suffer in the hall. Better to just suffer he supposed because seeing his wife in so much pain really did get to him.
Brenna grinned. "Mommy's having her baby! I'mma be a big sister!" she said proudly.
Ranulf smirked. "Aye you will be my wee lass..." he said then kissed her cheek and set her down on her feet.
"Did you bring me a present?" she asked hopefully bouncing up and down most energetically at the idea of being given something.
"I did I did...But it will have to wait," he told her then smirked and looked to Baldr and Dermot. "Joseph will you show you around while I go check on my wife and once rooms are made, I'll take over," he promised then led Brenna inside. After handing her off to a nurse, he went upstairs to his wife's chambers seeing Moira helping to pace her across the room. "Sweetheart," he greeted then reached her and kissed her. "I am home early," he chuckled gladly then kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her before putting a hand to her belly. "How's our wee one doing?" he asked as he walked with her slowly, giving Moira a break from the job.
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Post by anjelrocker on Nov 21, 2011 20:00:18 GMT -5
Looking down to see the robe was a little open and he could see her nipple through the chemise, Aron grinned. "Aye, you look like you are about the same size as my sister, Allison." He said as he chewed on a bit of the bread, it was a little stale but was perfect for dipping into the hot stew as he finished up and said. "And it was not a kidnapping... we saved you and your servants from being crossed with the Norman bastards." He said to her in a serious voice. "And so, the women will be wedded to my men and they will be treated well... as you will be wedded to me and don't worry Fionn... I treat my woman very well." He grinned as he winked to her.
Moving towards the door, he called for two attendants to help with his soon to be wife to get ready as well as for one to borrow a gown from his younger sister, in blue since that was his favourite colour. He on the other hand would go to the lake to wash up before going to the elder who would be performing the ceremony. It was almost the Fall Equinox which meant that winter would be coming and the harvest from this year would be brought in. Most of the food came from the money from the things they traded from their raids, the vikings being the ones they did most of their trading with but the harvest had been a good one this year which was very fortunate.
Some of the other men had the same idea as they were washing up by the lake to clean off the blood and sweat from their raids. Of course, a few of the men were saying how their soon to be wives were fearing them and making a few wise cracks about it. However, they were all good men and would never treat a woman unkindly. Since the women at the camp would make it so they would never have children again if any of them did hit their wives. Celtic women were quite strong after all. Much like his own soon to be wife...
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As her husband came into the room, she glared at him as she spoke. "This is all your fault that I am going to be having this child!" She said to him as he came over to kiss her and ask her how his child was doing. "The spawn of Satan? Oh, it's doing all right... Ah..." She stopped to hold her stomach before taking a deep breath before looking up at him. Aisling's lip quivered as she said. "I don't want to do this again, Ranulf... it was terrible the last time... God, I love Brenna but... ahh..." She felt tears coming to her eyes as she held onto her husband. "I'm sorry I yelled at you... I will love this baby but...I'm afraid to give birth again..."
She was pacing once again with him by her side as she sniffed the air trying not to weep again.
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