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Ye Olde Faire
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Ye Olde Faire Women in the middle ages walked around in a mile of fabric, come heat or snow, or rainy day. The dress probably weighed more than the armor their gallant knights wore. Or atleast that was how I felt about it after wandering around this Renassaince Fair for the past three hours. The bodice was lovely, a deep royal blue with gold embroidery and tiny hand stitched fleurs. 48. I knew there were 48 of them, I stitched every one of them by hand over the past 6 months. I didn't know how to use a sewing machine and I didn't really want to learn. Atleast the skirt had been simple. The long juiliet sleeves on my chamise tickled my wrists and the back of my hands. My sister had pulled my hair up high onto my head until I had screamed for mercy and slowly wove little pearlesque beads into the curls. I sighed, the things we women did to be beautiful. I really just wanted to grumble and pull the corset stays out of my hips but I had to admit, I looked good. There was so much to see and do. From the craft tables to the shops, the food the entertainment... I was looking forward to that. I had paid extra to sit in the "king's box" to watch the jousting. It sounded like so much fun. I stopped by the blacksmith's shop and admired some of the hand crafted weapons. I knew for a fact that the blacksmith of this shop had made each of these himself, in the oldfashioned way. Pumping a billows and twisting hot metal. My eyes strayed across a beautiful twisted dagger. Several layers of silver had been twisted together to make the handle and at the end, buried at the top of the hilt, was an absolutely perfect piece of onyx, it positively glittered in the inconsistant light of the forge. I trailed my hand over the hilt feeling it's weight, it was light but sturdy and the edge was sharp. It shouldn't have been. Weapons like these were supposed to be decorative only, It may have an edge on it to start with, but it would lose it if you tried to use it. This one wasn't made that way, the slope of the blade was too smooth, the angle to shallow for it to lose it's blade. And it had a beutifully crafter leather sheath. I found a price tag and I had to bit down on my lips to keep from swearing. It was nearly 6 months rent. I sighed softly and wandered back out into the blinding sun. I hadn't been inside long, but it was long enough to temporarily blide me when I saw the sun again, I nearly collided with a large steelplated chest within a few steps. The knight caught me by my upper arms to keep me from falling. He blustered a moment and I looked up at him, my eyes wide and an apology on my lips. He stared down at me a moment, his potential rant about airheads dying on his lips. "My lady, you should be more careful, I would hate to see any harm come to a beauty such as you..." He caught my chin in between his fore-finger and thumb. My lashes feel over my eyes and I could feel heat rising up from my chest to taint my cheeks scarlet. He towered over me, He had to have been 6'3" at the very least, putting him nearly a foot taller than me. He wouldn't release my chin and I was forced to look up and meet his gaze. "Such a haunting shade of amber, these are eyes that could slay a man" He seemed mesmerized by my eyes and the look was so intense I had to drop my lashes again. "The are just a simple shade of brown, Sir Knight You can find my eyes on any maid" He gave my chin a gentle shake so that I would look at him again and when I did, his nose was nearly touching mine and his lips were so close to mine it made me tremble. His voice had a treble that made my knees quake and threaten to drop me when he said, "I'd much rather that they be on me, Lady...If you look at every man the way you're looking at me now, I think I may have a hundred or more foes to fight for your hand." I longed to lean in another inch and press my lips to his, and I felt him dip a little closer to my lips when someone called his name. He swore softly and leaned back a bit, still far too close for me to relaxe or for me to trust my knees. He trailed his fingers over my blush tainted cheek, they were firm and calloused and made my heart skip a beat. "Are you coming to the joust?" I nodded slowly, swallowing to find my voice, "I'll be in the kings box...." He smiled slowly, "A Lady as beautiful as you SHOULD be in the royal court, and a dress as lovely as that, I'll have no trouble finding you." He slowly slid his finger tips from my cheek and stepped away, turning and following the boy that had called to him. My knees shook and it took me a moment to trust myself to take a step. I found my way to a stall and got a drink of water. Damn I felt like a school girl, I must be out of my mind responding like that to some random guy. I think this damn corset was affecting the way I breathed and making me dizzy... or ditzy... hell it might be both. I had a little time to kill and I wandered the stalls, seriously considering turning around and walking back to my car, joust be damned. I knew he'd be there and a guy like that, he'd probably wiggle his way into the seat next to me. He didn't seem like the type to be told no. I sighed, I wasn't going to miss this, lord only knew when the next time I would catch a fair would be. The trumpeteers sounded the start of the joust. I sighed and lifted my skirts to take my place in the box. I made my way up and seated myself in my seat a few places down from the King. it was a great view and the seat was comfortable. I was glad and I didn't see my dark knight anywhere so I settled into my seat with a small sigh of relief. My Brother and sister in law took their seats next to me and I was about to tell my SIL about the knight when the damn trumpets sounded again and the first knights round out before the king to pay their respects before they took their places. There was some speech they each gave about fealty and honor to the king and then they were supposed to turn and go to their respective ends up the arena, but the one closest to me moved his forward and stopped directly infront of me. I looked up from my seat to the top of the , and beneath the helm who grinned down at me but my very own "Sir Knight" I felt a blush creep over my cheeks and I knew, before he even said it, what he was going to do. "My Fair Lady, would you do me the honor of giving me your token, something that says I fight for your honor?" The deep crimson flush had reached all the way to the tip of my head as EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE BOX including the king, turned and looked at me. My eyes were wide as saucers and I looked at my SIL, her eyes were like mine but she had this goofy grin on her face like oooooooo JoJo what did you do. He wasn't moving and everyone was watching so I stood up and took off the simple cross I wore around my neck, I held it out to him and as best I could replied "Dear Sir Knight, I pray you take this favor, and that it bring you good fortune." I even kissed the necklace before I gave it to him, He was half laughing because I was really glaring daggers at him for doing this to me. He leaned forward and I slipped the necklace around his neck, He breathed in my ear. "I'll want more than your bauble around my neck before the day is done, Fair Lady." He half purred and I stammered as he spurred his down to his end of the field. I tried not to look at anyone as I returned to my seat. My SIL was yammering in my ear asking me what that was all about. But I was too busy watching him. His was a powerful charger, stamping and chomping on it's bit, my heart was already pounding from his actions and his words and now as the flag dropped and the men charged my hear leapt into my throat as charger and charger plowed forward long lances stretched out before them seeming suddenly deadly. I nearly screamed when I heard the scream of twisting metal and saw the lance shatter against his sheild. But he fared better than his opponent, and his lance hit true, it's force catching the other man's shield and dragging him backwards off his saddle. His opponent lay still on the ground and two pages hurried out to help him up and take him to the the tents. My "Champion" strutted the field and bowed to the King before he did the same for me. He nearly melted me to the chair with that look. He went to change out his shield and lance while the next competitor got on his . I watched him take my necklace and infront of the crowd, much to their amusement he kissed the cross exactly as I had, in a strange sort of way I felt his lips press to mine and I blushed again. A boy dressed as a page made his way to me and handed me a program. Scribbled on the inside, right next to my knight's picture was a hotel room number. I was staying at the same hotel. I had the page wait a minute. I knew that since he was with a travelling group he was probably sharing a room and had asked for it to himself that night. I had the page wait long enough so i could scribble back. I could see my knight watching me closely. I handed the page the program, and sent him back. My knight looked very unhappy. He'd perk up a bit, when he saw that I'd marked out his room number and put myown. It was a good thing my Brother had asked we get seperate rooms so he could spend some time alone with his wife. It gave me a little time to get some time myself. The little page handed him the flyer and he quickly read what I'd wrote, a large grin broke out on his face, only to be hidden by his visor a moment later. I glanced sideways at my SIL she was gawking at me like I'd lost my mind. This was just one of those days, where you didn't waste a missed oppurtunity.  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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