#( KING WEAR YOUR CROWN OF THORNS. )

[barbieaemond]

Iron on Silk

Pairings: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: mild angst at the beginning, definitely angst at the end, smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), choking, fingering, p in v, war dirtytalk.

Word count: 3.2k

Author's note: This was my little gift to you for the Aemondsversary. And it's still a gift now, for thanking you for 500 followers in such a short time since I remade my blog. There's a filthy extra in this filthy piece. Enjoy! :)

MASTERLIST

He wears it proudly. He wears it cruelly. It falls on his head like a halo, holy and dark. Black iron on white silk, and little stars of blood.

The crown is heavy with conquest, with tyranny, with the fire that forged it and the blood shed in its name.

"It looks better on me than it ever did on him."

It is true enough, but it does not make it any less heavy. He hides it well, but you can see it, as if looking down at a thick layer of ice, still and cold, and seeing the raging abyss underneath.

You can hear it in his deep sigh, even more in his short ones, when blinding rage is gaping its jaws to swallow reason.

You can feel it in the way he fucks you every night. Relentless. Ruthless. Merciless.

Hopeless.

Desperate to shake it off, to shake off the burden—the crown's burden, the death's burden. The one he lashed out on his family, the one who took Jaehaerys’ life, and Helaena’s. For Helaena is good as dead.

You tend to her every morning, at least you try. You try to get her to take a bath, to hold Maelor. Maelor, who cries and looks for his mother. Maelor who laughs and looks for his mother. You look at her and see her ghost while she still breathes. You look at the Queen Mother and see a shadow of flesh.

You look at him sitting in the Small Council, wearing iron on silk, and see a crown of thorns piercing through the skull.

“Does it hurt, my love?” you ask in the empty room while he strokes the skin around the sapphire. He mumbles something in return, and you walk to his seat at the end of the table, leaning your low back against it.

“No.” you say quietly “I meant the crown.”

He looks up and just stares at you, jaw clenched to trap words, the storm in his eye bubbling up from the depths.

“I have a war to plot.” He says, and that’s all he’s been saying for days.

“You have done nothing else. You look at your Lords and wait for a stab at your back. You look at our bed and see a battlefield. You lay with me holding a knife to my throat.”

He rests his lean shoulders against the seat and the wrinkles on his forehead unfold. "Tis' the first time I hear you complain about my marital duties." he says tilting his head with a cruel grin "It didn't seem much of a burden when you begged for more right after I spilled in your mouth last night." 

"Must it always come back to duty? If I wanted to spread my legs for a cock to warm me every night, I would've thrived in any brothel of Flee Bottom."

He laughs at this, but it comes out wrong, like a rusted gear, oiled too little. "Such lewd words for a Queen."

“Is that what I am?” You ask with a half-teasing smile “I thought you chose not to style yourself as King.”

“Hmm.” he muses, taking hold of your waist with his long fingers, to pull you to him. “I am wearing the Crown, am I not?”

You lean over him, placing your hands on his shoulders, looking at the sharp black edges cutting the soft white silk, wondering how it could have fallen on his head by mistake when it seems that the Gods have always meant to place it there.

Your back collides against the table and you slowly hop on it, your gaze fixed on him, whose eye widens slightly, mesmerized and thrilled. A rustling of paper fills the room, and he looks at the table and then back at you, lips curling up.

“Those are my war plans.”

“It seems my husband is not capable of talking about anything else these days. Fine, then.” You incline your head, mirroring his smile “Tell me about your war.”

He remains still and quiet for so long, looking at you with that glint you know so well, so much that your chest goes up and down fast, and his hands are not anywhere near you.

But then he stands up, forcing you to raise your chin, and leans over you, slowly, silky hair tickling your chest. “It seems my wife is in need of some warfare lessons.” he whispers, ghosting his lips against yours, and you eagerly part them to kiss him.

“Ah.” he counters, pulling his head back with a sly grin “First, we need to ensure our armies are ready.” his deft and long fingers climb on your corset and he starts to pull harshly at the laces, making you jump twice.

“What if someone enters?” you ask, as shivers run down your back like ice drops.

“Indeed, what if someone enters?” he turns your question around and stops his unlacing, challenge and hunger dance on his lips.

“Then you tell them you are the King and the King can fuck his Queen wherever he wishes to.”

His eye blazes under the candles, and after a moment of trepid silence, he brings both his hands to your corset, and with a swift and strong move he rips it apart.

You fall with your back on the table, your breasts are out, nipples hardening for the cold air and the arousal slowly coiling in your belly. He grabs your ankles and pulls you close to him, making you slide on the table to tie your legs around his waist.

You pull yourself up, holding onto your elbows and frantically reach for his belt but he stops your wrists. “Alreay eager to surrender?” he hums with amusement, eye roaming on your exposed body and the hold on your wrists grows impossibly tight, hurting. “If you were in charge, we would lose the war within a day.”

“Or win it.” you suggest, tightening your legs around him until you feel his hardening crotch, winning a quiet whimper from his throat. “Women could end any kind of war, my King. We own the most powerful weapon.”

“Say it again.” he orders, hands hiking up your skirt until it’s nothing more than a heap of fabric around your waist.

“My King.” You say, shuddering as his long fingers hover on your thighs, almost tickling—a gentle touch born out of so much violence.

“Again.”

“My—King.” The words come out wrong, broken by a soft gasp as his fingers unexpectedly breach your walls. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him go deep inside, deeper than ever, and your mouth falls open.

“You are not so bold about your weapon now, are you?” he asks with a tone ridden with cruel enjoyment.

“Tis’ unfair.” You mumble, resting your head on the table.

“There is no fairness in war, my love.” he says, looking down at your damp flesh and how it clenches endlessly on his hand, and he watches and watches, wetting his lips as if pondering which move to strike on a war map. “It’s best not to be caught…unprepared when you expect an assault from your enemy. Do you know why?”

You whine quietly, biting your lip as he pumps his fingers deeper and deeper and his thumb draws circles on your apex. He does not accept that as an answer, so he slides out, and his large hand grabs your core, fully and almost painfully. “I said, do you know why?”

His tone is demanding, words laced with thunder as he does when commanding the Lords. “Why?”

“Because” he says lessening the grip on you “you give open field for what comes next.”

Air feels scorching in your throat as you look at him, black and silver and blue.

“What comes next?”

He grins like the most ruthless general at the front, the one who takes no prisoners and wipes the bloodied sword on his green cloak. “Siege.”

In a blink, your legs go up on his shoulders, a frame of flesh around iron, silk and sapphire.

He takes his seat again as if sitting down to feast, and you lift your head, breathing hard with anticipation, meeting his eye as his face hovers over your center, feeling his scorching breath lighting a fuse that quickly burns away every rational thought left in your head, if there ever was one since he touched you.

“Aemond, please…” you beg shamelessly, hands flying down to touch him, to bring his head closer and closer.

But he grabs your wrists and holds them still on your stomach. “Call me properly.”

“Please…” you say with your voice cracking, like the nerves in your neck because you can't stop looking at him “Please, my King.”

“Do you know how to conduct a siege?” he is speaking so close to your apex that you can feel his voice reverberating through your skin long before hearing it. “You strike first, hard. And then you wait, watching your enemy starve to death, until they surrender.”

He puts his words into practice by running his tongue flat on your folds and then he is sucking, hard, so hard you fear he is about to devour you.

He moans contentedly, closing his eye for a moment as his jaw moves nimbly and his tongue pierces inside. Your head falls back and you cry so loud you are sure the guards outside are aware of what's happening in the Small Council room.

Just when your hips are beginning to rock on their own against his face, feeling the bone of his long nose, he licks a long stripe and then pulls back.

You raise your head with a sound of protest, but his hands are still pinning your wrists like iron chains, and he is looking at you with a victorious smile, face all wet. And he licks his lips, thoroughly. "If only my enemies tasted half as sweet as your cunt."

With cruel delight, he watches you writhe beneath his hands, breathing hard and unconsciously rocking your hips on nothing to soothe the painful ache between your legs.

“Perhaps I should say mine by now.” he ponders, roaming his gaze on your whole body “This siege seems to be surprisingly short. Do you wish to surrender, my Queen?”

“Yes. Yes, I surrender.” And you press your ankles on his shoulders, hands desperate to free from his hold and seize him, to force him to seize you.

He finally releases your hands and stands up, your legs sliding down and your hands going to his breeches. You pull two laces, but then your right hand locks on his wrist as you see him about to take the crown off his head.

"No, keep it."

His eye turns pitch black, making a deadly contrast with the sparkling blue of the sapphire, and your hands go back to the laces, pulling quickly until you have just enough room to slip your hand in and grab his hard cock.

His lips twitch as pleasure makes his head numb, makes his limbs heavy and his blood boiling and falling down, right where you can feel it, harder than the iron resting on silk. You feel his breath changing with every stroke of your palm, his waist moving almost imperceptibly as he chases your skin, like falling into the warm embrace of a siren’s chant.

The sight only makes you smile, though it stokes your ache for him so much that you mirror his heavy and slow breaths. “Who’s besieging who now?” you point out, almost regretting it when he grabs your neck, squeezing lightly with a dark promise curling his smirk.

“This is your lesson, not mine.” He declares, despite the labored breathing.

You swallow, quietly gasping for air as you look at him.

“Who told you to stop?” he asks, with the same cold purpose he questions the up-and-coming Lords who seek council in that very room, tightening the grip on your throat, almost relishing in the choked sound that escapes your lips.

“Did you forget, sweet girl? You surrendered.” His eye lingers on every detail on your face, and his free hand flies through your hair, tucking a lock behind your ear. The gesture is gentle, almost delicate, the opposite of the hold of steel around your throat. Hostility and devotion doomed to a ceaseless chase to purge one another.

“Siege is over.” He says, sliding his hand up your chin “Now it’s time to claim.” two of his long fingers breach into your mouth, grazing your tongue, and you sense the faint taste of yourself. “There will be some fool who will rebel against the new order. But the rest? They will kneel before their new King.” he leaves your mouth only to grab you by your cheeks, angling your head so he’s whispering to your ear “And who will you be, my dear wife? A fool on a spike or a dutiful subject?”

You recognize that tone, playful but dangerous—the one that will make you wonder if the next grip will be hostile devotion or the opposite. “What if I’m both?” you whisper, moving your head so you can look at him once more. “What if I want to serve you and die by your hand?”

“Then kneel.” He orders, but in your ears is the sweetest death sentence.

His eye glints as soon as your knees hit the ground; it thrills him, it always does, to have you like this and he’s not shy about showing it, for how his chest heaves more and more rapidly as you part your lips to pledge to him.

“No.” he croaks, almost sneeringly given the trepidation pulling his bones so taut, so close to snap. “Look at me and speak the words.”  

“I pledge my allegiance to you, your Grace. I vow to honor and serve you until the last of my days." you swear and there's no acting in it. "Long may he reign.”

Your mouth closes around him and he gasps deeply, jaw falling slack as he looks down, at your lips so perfectly laced around the tip, at your eyes looking up with devotion, no hostility. Never. “Gods, you are so beautiful like this.” He pants, pulling your hair away from your forehead and immediately thrusting his hips so you can take all of it, up to the base.

It's a matter of moments before his hand tangles in your hair, pulling and pushing slightly to give you a steady pace that leaves you breathless and gasping for air. It doesn’t matter though, not when his eye almost rolls back for the pleasure you’re giving him, not when he’s so lost for words that he has not even breath for his snarky remarks. He just moans and groans like a primitive beast, thrusting his cock as deep as he can, growling when you hollow your cheeks around his wet and hard flesh.

Suddenly he tugs at your hair harshly, pulling away as you recline your head to look at him, mouth open to catch your breath. “Why?” you whisper, panting “Did I not serve you well, my King?”

He helps you get up only to make you sit on the Small Council table once again. “You served me exceptionally well, my love. But you will serve me even better by taking my seed into your sweet cunt.”

He hikes up your skirts and revels in the way you spread your legs for him. “Do you wish for a King to fuck you?”

“Not a king, no. My King.”

“I shall do more than that.” He says, panting slowly, eye all foggy but urgent with pleasure, and he takes your face, cradling it between his hands. “I shall put a child inside of you, to strengthen the Crown and see you swell with my offspring.”

“Here?” You tease “On your war maps?”

“Fuck the war.” His delicate hold turns to iron, and then he’s kissing you, as he always does, harshly, smothering, slumping his tongue into your throat.

His hand moves yours away, and your jaw falls slack as he thrusts into you, sliding easily all the way in. You fasten an arm around his shoulders, your parted lips brushing against his, struggling to breathe. He ties your legs around his slender waist and climbs halfway up the table, leaning over you.

Papers rustle and fall to the floor, a sound soon covered by your flesh clashing hard against each other as he ruts into you, and you are utterly besieged. The air fills with moans and growls, and you are not sure whether it is him or you as you climb together toward the final peak.

"Look at me." He laces his fingers around your neck, squeezing lightly. "Look at your King."

You do as he asks, straining to keep your eyes open, frowning with painful pleasure. "Yes, like this, my good girl." He praises, panting loudly, "My Queen."

He thrusts even harder, sweat dampening your skin and his forehead, and he is the most beautiful and dreadful sight you have ever seen. Black iron and white silk, blue sapphire and fire, fire and fire.

"I want you to come with me." He whispers, grabbing your chin with his fingertips, his hand still clutching your throat. "Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes." You manage to choke out, "Anything."

"My beautiful wife. So dutiful." he says laying wet kisses on your chest "So perfect for me."

His words, uttered so gently compared to the violence of his sieging thrusts, only pushes you up and up, staggering to not fall. "Aemond, I can't—" you whine, digging your nail into his shoulders "I can't last for long."

Your legs are trembling helplessly around his waist, but he fastens the grip on your throat, hard, making you gasp for air. “Hold it.” he orders, groaning because he’s close too, “Just a little more, my darling. I know you can take it.”

It is true, but it does not make the coiling pressure between your legs any less painful, beautiful and painful. He turns sloppy, panting and cursing each time more loudly while you whine, pleading under your breath for him to let you fall into a depth of bliss.

And finally, when your muscles were starting to ache for how much you were holding it back, you hear his breath change, slow and labored, and you know the end is near.

At last, he comes with a choked groan, making sure that not a drop of his seed goes to waste. And you are falling with him, spasming all around his waist, shoulders and cock.

His head falls on your chest, covered by silk and iron, and perhaps the crown has never been less of a burden as it is in this moment, while he rests against your collarbones, as a place where he can lie, or even die.

When sunbeams filter through the bars of your cell, you look through them, though no heat is able to warm you anymore. Except for the life growing inside you.

From a distance, you hear a clamor of men in the courtyard, guards getting ready to carry out the sentence.

If you stand up on your toes, you can even catch a glimpse of the pike on which your head will be mounted in a few days, or perhaps a few moments.

It doesn't really matter.

You look at the puddle of mud on the ground and think of the lake.

You wonder if, at least under the Gods' Eye, the raging abyss beneath the ice has gone quiet, or if the waters have simply swallowed him.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Ruler of the Abyss.

Kneel to the Thorn Fairy, who shall make manifest one’s dreams—the wishes made by the heart.

He promises happy endings for all. Woe to those who doubt and defy his vision.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Alone.

He has always been alone.

But alone he is no longer—not when he is in his castle, surrounded by hordes of his people. He will never be alone again. No one will, all thanks to his efforts.

Never, never, never.

Malleus easily traverses the thorn-crusted lounge, floating across them like a specter. The bodies of school staff and fellow students lie limp in chairs and couches. Eyes closed, chests rising and falling rhythmically.

As he passes, he runs a hand along their scalps. Brushing their hair, patting their heads. Tender touches wishing them well.

Here is a king's domain, and here are his subjects. He, the dragon guarding his trove of invaluable treasures.

Malleus turns to face his captive audience, arms spread out toward them. “Today is something of a special occasion: Night Raven College’s Founding. I do believe this warrants a celebration—and, of course, all are invited to the festivities.”

A wave of magic washes over the room. Conical party hats manifest on each person's head, decorations appearing from thin air. Banners drape across the walls, streamers spill from black-clothed tables laden with food, and balloons tuck into the corners, safe from the needle-like thorns.

He projects applause, stunned oohs and aahs. Here, he is not a monster, but fellow man.

"Hmm, we're still missing something." Malleus strokes his chin, deep in thought. He snaps his fingers. "Ah, that's it! Music. It's not a proper party without any music."

With the wave of his hand, he summons a series of floating instruments. Bass, cello, viola, violin, harp, each bathed in an eerie green glow. They start playing by themselves, as if being handled by skillful, invisible hands.

Soft orchestral song fills the venue.

The guests rise, puppeted by the strings of his magic. Thorns on the floor retreat, allowing his peers to spill over onto the area repurposed for dance. Heads loll over--Malleus frowns and fixes them.

"There we are."

A glittering assemblage.

He smoothly conducts the bodies into neat pairs.

A waltz, he thinks, is ideal. It is also one of the few forms of dance he is familiar with. A waltz it shall be.

Palms link, fingers intertwine. Hands upon shoulders and upon backs. And then they are set to the hypnotic swing of the music, slow and sweet and intoxicating, like a steady drip of honey into one's mouth.

Malleus threads past the avid dancers and to the one person that has not been matched. The little bat who had almost flown away, far out of his grasp.

"Lilia," Malleus breathes raptly, "look at how happy everyone is. No one was left out. No one was forgotten. No one has to be alone anymore."

With this gift... my blessing... I've protected their smiles.

The duty of any Draconia.

He's proud--elated--but Lilia, alas, does not share the sentiment. Instead, the ancient fae wears a placid expression, eyes sewn shut. The same as all the other guests.

Malleus chuckles. No one hears it but himself.

"How exciting your dream must be. Action and adventure, at the best of your strength... I'm afraid this humble gathering cannot compare."

He’s sure Lilia would agree with him, were he awake.

“Never mind that," Malleus says, dispelling the thought. No more what ifs, only there ares. "Would you care for food? You'll need to keep your energy up for the celebration--it just may last all night."

He beckons with a finger, and a platter with a large cake hovers over. It is an extravagant seven layers, each a different flavor. Details are piped on in buttercream icing, invoking the image of each dormitory. A chocolate raven, wings open and prepared for flight, crowns the dessert.

A cake knife slides into Lilia's hand. His fingers slowly closer around the handle. With Malleus's guidance, he cuts into the topmost layer--Diasomnia--of the cake.

Something thick, red, and sticky leaks from the insides. The knife is coated as it is pulled back, freeing a slice. The violet crumb is fine, the frosting neon green with a dark chocolate drip.

Devilishly decadent.

"Come, you must try this," Malleus insists, stabbing a fork into the cake. He stuffs the bite into Lilia's mouth--but it doesn't stay, just rolls out and lands with a squishy splat on the ground.

Malleus eagerly waits for Lilia to beam at him, to praise him for its deliciousness.

It never comes.

Malleus laughs as though Lilia has responded as he imagines him to. He's drunk with delirium.

The strings abruptly screech, the dancers ceasing in their revelry.

He lets the unfinished slice fall. The plate shatters, reflecting one hundred Malleuses, one hundred Lilias. So many realities, and yet this is the one he has been dealt.

He guides the corners of Lilia's mouth upward, forcing a smile.

"Happy Night Raven College Founding Day," Malleus whispers, "and may you all have the sweetest of slumbers."

To his guests, to Lilia, to himself. And to the world that will soon be joining them in this delightful, never-ending dream.

Raising a hand, he unleashes fireworks from his palm. They explode in wild shapes and colors, emitting warmth and dazzling lights. The display is beautiful but fleeting--long shadows running along the walls before they blip out of existence and return to the darkness.

Every dream is like a firework, he surmises. A fiery flower frozen in time at the height of its bloom. They shall never wither nor fade.

Malleus reclines into his seat--a spiked and scaled throne, mounted high above the party venue. A lone king, untouchable.

Seated upon a mountain of lies, he looks out at his twisted kingdom. It’s a scene of his own creation, props lovingly places and toys carefully posed, acting out situations in his head.

The average school day at Night Raven College: students bickering, teachers watching over them. They see him, smile and wave. Talk with him, invite him.

Stay with him.

A loop playing, forever and ever.

Malleus sighs contentedly.

This is his happily ever after—from now until the end of eternity.

[djvasija]

Soldier, Poet, King

Here's my tesis on how the durin line matchs SO PERFECTLY with this song :D

Soldier- Fili

HEAR ME OUT. It is not because Fili is the one to jump into action the first, because that's Kili, but because of the huge responsability Fili has to carry. He is in fact the second on the succesion line. One day he'll be king of something that they don't even have yet (Erebor) but surely he will hold whatever leadership position Thorin has now.

He is carrying a very heavy sword, his future depends on how well he fights and on their victory.

When Kili falls sick, Fili is ready to not be there in Erebor when the door opens, to defy his Uncle orders, in order to be next to his little brother. An in his finals moments, he leads Kili another way because he knows which where the orcs are and he is ready to fight them himself and lead his brother to security. Because that's what a soldier does: protecting

"there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword he will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord o lei, o lai, o lei, o lord he will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord"

Poet- Kili

Again, Kili is the most impulsive one, he is always the first to jump into a fight but at the same time his heart is full of love and hopes about a new life in Erebor. He is always smiling and cheering up the team. We can apreciate he really has a deep world inside his mind that he lets out through his words. He conects with Tauriel easily by telling her stories and about the promise he did to Dis, his mom. In the last movie, Kili is the one to confront Thorin, speaking up and letting to be known what everyone in the company thinks but no one is really brave enough to say. Loyalty is a very important thing among dwarves and confronting a leader is not something they usually do, but Kili does.

"there will come a poet whose weapon is his word he will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord o lei, o lai, o lei, o lord he will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord"

King- Thorin

This is pretty obvious but for me the song fits beyond perfection for Thorin. His desire to be king is not motivated by greed, but for justice. He wants his people and most important his family to live in their homeland, a safe place to grow. Thorin is not King only because of his line but because when everything fell down, he was the one to lead his people and as Balin said, to build them a new life.

During the whole trip we see a very serious Thorin, with a furrowed brwo most of the time. But once they are finally in Erebor, his mood changes, and we are shown a more smiling Thorin. He finally can see in front of him the oportunity to prove himself. He has his own cross to bear, the expectations but also the fears of his own of what he will become once he's King. It's the crown of thorns he was to wear for the rest of his live.

"there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn smeared with oil like david's boy, o lei o lai o lord o lei, o lai, o lei, o lord smeared with oil like david's boy, o lei o lai o lord"

[lunar-renegade]

…as duke fraldarius, felix worked for years to revitalize and rebuild his territory. he became the king's right-hand man, serving as a trusted adviser… later in his life, he inherited his father's nickname and was known throughout the kingdom as the Shield of Faerghus's successor…

…as margrave gautier, sylvain devoted his life to improving relations with the people of the sreng region. with oration alone, he succeeded in helping to create a new way of life for nobles in which relics and crests were no longer viewed as necessary…

…after his coronation, dimitri spent his life reforming and ruling justly over fódlan... he lived for his people and alongside them, and was thusly dubbed the Savior King…

he will tear your city down / o lei, o lai, o Lord!

thoughts on composition under the cut bc im Super Proud of this one

starting with felix, the Soldier, carrying the sword of moralta, raised to swing. he's seen from the back because I wanted to put emphasis on him being the vanguard, the Shield. also because this angle emphasizes his eyelashes.

sylvain, the Poet, is framed centered on his mouth and hands as he speaks. he wears no armor, only a quilted coat, leather gloves, and a cloak — pinned with the crest of gautier, struck through. the pin crossing through the crest was very deliberate.

and dimitri, the King, is kneeling. his head is bent to obscure his expression, hands raised to cover his mouth. the crown is floating because I wanted to emphasize the divinity of the title "savior king." I also made his scar as ugly as possible for the "thorn" in the lyrics.

each of their crests is visible in their piece as well!! I replaced the crest of chevalier visible on the sword of moralta with the crest of fraldarius, sylvain's cloak pin is the crest of gautier, and the blaiddyd crest is etched on the crown!

all in all this was a very experimental piece for me!!! I usually rely on eyes and eyebrows to convey emotion, and with both dimitri and felix's mouths covered it was a very fun challenge to get the vibes I was going for :3c

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Sports

Note: This post is for the name of a sport, so for example "swimming" appears here but "swam" does not. For "running," I limited what appears here to lyrics that could indicate physically running rather than "time is running out" for example.

'Taylor Swift'

(no sports)

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fifteen: But in your life, you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team

'Speak Now (Taylor's Version)'

Sparks Fly: You're the kind of reckless that should send me running

Mean: And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game

Innocent: Wasn't it beautiful, running wild 'til you fell asleep?

Long Live: We are the kings and the queens, you traded your baseball cap for a crown

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

All Too Well: Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well

Stay Stay Stay: That's when you came in wearing a football helmet and said, "Okay, let's talk"

Starlight: We were seventeen and crazy, running wild, wild

The Very First Night: Not trying to fall in love, but we did like children running

'1989 (Taylor's Version)'

I Wish You Would: This mad, mad love makes you come running

"Slut!": Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool, what if all I need is you?

Is It Over Now?: I think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running

Sweeter Than Fiction: You never saw it coming, slipped when you started running

Sweeter Than Fiction: They never saw it coming, you hit the ground running

'reputation'

…Ready For It?: Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry

Getaway Car: Well, he was running after us, I was screaming, "Go, go, go!"

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: Jump into the pool from the balcony, everyone swimming in a champagne sea

'Lover'

The Man: I'm so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

London Boy: You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Afterglow: Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

'folklore'

The 1: I hit the ground running each night, I hit the Sunday matinee

Cardigan: Leaving like a father, running like water

'evermore'

Cowboy Like Me: And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing

'Midnights'

Sweet Nothing: I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

You're Losing Me: Now you're running down the hallway

Other Songs written by Taylor

Carolina: Oh Carolina creeks running through my veins

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(no sports)

[thewatercolours]

I have two prompts in mind.... don't feel obligated to do both:

-Rosella and Gwendolyn finding common ground/bonding over their love for adventure

-Graham and the guards are attempting to give Triumph a bath, how it ends is up to you

I went with the first one. :-)

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“Hey. Gwendolyn. What are all the scraps for? Quilting? Didn’t put you down as the sort.”

“Patches.” “Like for patching up clothes, or like Wedzel Wolf Watch patches?”

“Clothes.”

“Oh, good stuff. You know, if you need someone to show you the ropes, my boy Gart’s a bit clever at mending a tear. He’s had more than one quest that took him through the thorn barrier at Deepmerrick, and he couldn’t very well g–”

“No mending. It’s for a disguise. Sort of.”

“Really? What kind of disguise are you aiming for?”

“Well, I figure I haven’t traveled much through Daventry, except for the route we always take from the Green Isles. So not too many people know my face. Once they crown me, that’ll change. So I have to do the sneak missions now. And since I’m going to be queen, I figured I could be the opposite.”

“A king?”

“No! A peasant!”

“Ah.” 

“So I need patches. I’ve got this old beat up vest with a hood, and some raggedy pants in my room. But they’re not really beat up, and I want them to last anyway. But if I stick a few patches on them, maybe.”

“Wow. Sounds comfy, I’m kind of jealous. I never got patches for my peasant disguise.”

“Your peasant disguise?”

“Apparently the fairy idea of your average, salt of the earth peasant is a red wool dress with a black corset - and they both did up at the back. I mean, it’s not like I had anything else to wear on that quest, but still. I just about dislocated my shoulder trying to get at fasteners. Oh, and hair in two crazy long braids. I guess everyone would have automatically assumed I was a princess if Genesta hadn’t given me hair extensions.”

“How come I’ve never heard this story?”

“You must have! The time when I won the magic fruit? And saved my dad’s life? And met my husband first time? I’m 100% sure I told you a couple of summers ago. And if I didn’t, I bet your grandparents told you.”

“Oh, I’ve heard it for sure. But none of you mentioned you were undercover!”

“Well, we princesses need a bit of strategy, don’t we? Especially when we’re going solo. It wasn’t my idea anyway. But it was a pretty good one. I always kept some old clothes in the chest at the bottom of my bed after that, just in case. Because the fairy turned my peasant look back into a royal gown afterward.”

“What did your new disguise look like?”

“Uh… A red dress and a black belt.”

“Ha! Knew you wouldn’t have told me all that about how it looked unless you actually thought you looked cool.”

“Okay, sure, I don’t care who knows. I went on at least twenty adventures in that look, and I rocked it. I did chop my hair again, though. After I’d tried it out for a bit.”

“Have you still got it?”

“The hair? No, that would be gross. Although I wouldn’t have put it past Edgar to hang on to one of those braids for a keepsake, back then. Your uncle’s a really old-fashioned romantic, and he did weird things like that all the time.”

“No! Your disguise!”

“Oh, I haven’t seen it in years. Probably wouldn’t fit anymore.”

“Hm. You got any other old clothes?”

“What?”

“‘Cause I’ve got lots of scraps for patches. And now you don’t have to train Gart to be king, so… Maybe you’ll have a little extra time these days? You can say no.”

“Well. Hm. Theoretically I’d have to check my calendar and make arrangements with the staff before heading out for anything daring. But… as you say, you’re going to be crowned soon. And then you won’t be a princess anymore. And I don’t think either of us grew up with the luxury of a fellow princess in the house for epic quests. So we’d better make the most of it, young lady.”

“And it helps to have a bit of strategy, even when you’re not going solo.”

“Right you are. You know, Gwendolyn, I’m starting to think your cousin didn’t give me the full and accurate story on you. All right. Two can sew patches quicker than one. Come on!”

[hiswordsarekisses]

“The First Time vs. The Second Time

Jesus is coming again. The first time He came as a Lamb; He is coming again as the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. The first time He came to redeem; He is coming again to reign.

He came the first time to die; He is coming again to raise the dead. When He came the first time, they questioned whether He was King; next time the world will know He is King of kings and Lord of lords.

The first time He wore a crown of thorns; the next time He will wear a crown of glory. The first time He came in poverty; the next time He is coming in power.

The first time He had an escort of angels; the next time He will come with ten thousands of His saints. The first time He came in meekness; He is coming again in majesty.

Peter said, “Repent, therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord, and that He may send Jesus Christ, who was preached to you before, whom heaven must receive until the times of restoration of all things, which God has spoken by the mouth of all His holy prophets since the world began.” (Acts 3:19-21).

Jesus is alive and well. “He who testifies to these things says, ‘Surely I am coming quickly.’ Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!” (Revelation 22:20).

~Adrian Rogers

[t-horn-n]

— he who wears the crown of thorns

PAIRING: peter ballard/henry creel x reader (female) 

GENRE: angst, h.end

WARNINGS: canon-level violence, allusions to substance (mis)use 

Stranger Things S4 spoilers.

SUMMARY: when you are injured in the lab, peter must finally admit what your relationship is.

NOTE: I have exhausted the well of Peter Ballard fanfiction, so I decided to write my own.

If you were one for poetics, you would craft the story of Hawkin’s Lab into a drama, or more likely, a tragedy.  Peter Ballard Henry Creel the hero, a fallen king who wears a crown of thorns around his neck.  And Martin Brenner, the arrogant mortal who tries to wield a god’s power.  

What does that make you?  Once, you may have simply been the narrator.  An outsider who felt obliged to tell the story of those who could not tell it themselves.  But now?  As time has passed, are you the fallen king’s guardian angel?  His pawn, a subject made to be ruled?  His friend?  Or his lover?  

It is not yet clear. 

What is certain is that you are entangled with him as though you have been ensnared by invisible threads, as unnoticeable as fishermen’s line, but as strong as spiders’ silk.  To Henry your presence in the lab has been as permanent as the white-tiled walls.  Though you are his age, you have been there since the beginning—to lend some normalcy into his life, Brenner had claimed.  Though, surely, you are not so ignorant as to believe anything about Henry is normal.  

Nonetheless, you are a constant in Peter Ballard’s life.  A rock that has stood even as Martin Brenner’s forest grew.  Peter became taller, older, more deceitful.  Together you raised the doctor’s saplings, fostered them with sunlight in the form of smiles.  

And now, your relationship?

Well, it’s simple in its complexity.  It’s peculiar in its secretiveness.  Your private grins and unspoken jokes and the strange way you store a piece of your weird, mangled souls in each other.  

But Brenner gets high off control.  If not, what need does he have for the collars?  The cameras?  The rules?  And when he loses his grip he suffers from withdrawal.  And he can be so very cruel when he does not get his fix.  

For a while, he pretended that that attraction did not exist.�� He chose not to see the proximity because with all of the power Brenner tells himself he possesses comes laziness.  

“Don’t you think that if we all lined up on a checkerboard we would look like oversized chess pieces?” you murmur to Peter one afternoon—or at least that is what the clock claims—in the Rainbow Room.  

The two of you stand against the wall with the twin doors, facing the mirror with its reflection of your white uniforms and a dozen shaved heads.  

He chuckles quietly in amusement, the kind only you can earn.  “If that’s the case, that would make us the King and Queen.” 

You smile and your hands inch together.  A fingernail brushes against a fingernail, but a pinprick of red light bores into your forehead and you do not dare to do anything more than whisper.  

Brenner may be lazy, but he can also be sly and sneaky.

Two of the younger children colour on pristine sheets of paper.  Flowers and suns, things they have never seen for themselves, are conjured from the coloured wax of the crayons they hold.  Eleven drops a red disk into a numbered peg board, again and again.  Two, Three, and Four toss a bean bag between them.  Anything to cure their boredom. 

Suddenly, the door is pushed open.  It is not Martin Brenner, so the children do not rise.  They continue their puttering and only the oldest look to see who caused the disturbance.  Another Orderly addresses Peter.  

“Your shift is over.  I am here to take your place.”   

Peter smiles, his beautiful lips stretched thin.  

“I’ve been assigned a double shift today.  Don’t worry about me, Ballard,” you say to his hesitance.  

He smiles again and now his eyes crinkle too.  Then he leaves and you are left to stand with this Orderly on opposite sides of the steel door as though the lab is the prison Brenner tries so hard to deny.  You avoid staring at your own reflection because you have found that if you look at yourself for too long your reflection will become unrecognisable.  And then the person across from you is alien, and will certainly drive you mad.

Before your thoughts can run around your head in dizzying loops, the children start yelling.  Two and Three have stalked over to where Ten kneels surrounded by a fortress of blocks.  Wooden walls will not protect him from entitlement.  

“Move,” Two demands.  

For a moment, Ten does not reply and you think he will ignore Two—that he will weather this onslaught.  The silence permeates and is only broken by a soft whirring as the camera stationed in the corner of the room angles to watch the performance unfold.  

For that same moment, you do not know what to do.  Brenner has never liked Orderly interference in his children’s matters, always eager to see the extent of their capabilities, and of their rage.  But then again, he will be undoubtedly upset if one of his assets is damaged.

“No,” Ten says.

In a swift movement Two kicks his block towers and they go sprawling on the floor.  You and the other Orderly rush forward as Two takes Ten by his collar, yanking him up so quickly that he is not allowed time to yell, and his toes barely brush the tile.  

“Say again?” Two snarls.

“Two, your behaviour is—” you start.  

Two thrusts an arm outwards and the other Orderly flies backwards and into several chairs.  You do not move.  A rock. 

Perhaps Two would have been surprised if he were not so busy spitting in the other boy’s face.  “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” 

Ten’s face hardens defiantly and you are almost envious.  Where was this courage when you were a child?  Did you lack Ten’s bravery or the fodder of the other children?  

Two swings hard and his fist meets Ten’s cheek because in a deranged rage he must have forgotten that he is always being watched—or is the true reason more sinister?—and Ten is on the floor.  Blood runs down his face and stains his teeth.  Two appears drunk from adrenaline. 

A grin is spreading across his face, arrogant and smug.  But from the ground Ten throws a wooden block at his face.  It cuts his eyebrow, its point digging into his skin and now he too is bleeding.  Again, Two lunges forward like he is about to commit murder, but you are there, holding his shoulders and trying to push him against the wall.  His hands fly up, your face stings as Two drags his fingernails across your skin.  

Your fellow Orderly has since recovered and is holding Ten’s arms behind his back as though in the past three minutes the child has been traded for a criminal.  

“Let go of me!” Two yells.  

Your lips press together. 

Startlingly, the doors fling open, Martin Brenner has arrived.  Now, the children all jolt and stand in their lines.  

“Hello, Papa,” they greet. 

Even Two’s anger has waned in the presence of the doctor.

He speaks to the other Orderly first.  “Please escort Two and Ten to the infirmary.  I will have a chat with them later.”  

Then he looks directly at you and juvenile fear seizes you, the kind you should have grown out of.  “Come.” 

You release Two.  Approaching Brenner you do not look at the children, you try to relax your shoulders and raise your chin.  Peter would not be afraid, you remind yourself.  Brenner grasps your wrist in a handcuff not made of metal but flesh.  Roughly, he pulls you from the Rainbow Room and down the hallway.  

“You are here to protect them, Y/N, and today, you have failed to do that.” 

There is no point in protesting nor is there a reason to sputter apologies.  Simply, you allow him to drag you through the corridors of Hawkin’s Lab. 

A collar of metal and wires is fixed around your neck, a bite guard in your mouth.  You sit in a chair and an electrical shock races through your veins.  Your nerves alight and already perspiration beads at your hairline.  

Humiliation as you slide from the chair because your muscles spasm and you see Peter watching behind glass with an expression that discloses nothing.  But in his eyes, you see horror.  You tell yourself that you are not crying, and that the water that turns your vision bleary is the natural reaction to your situation.  

Pain as your legs commit treason and kick in odd directions.  

You count to yourself the seconds that pass.  It is all manageable if the time you suffer is compartmentalised.  When it is over and Brenner has left and Orderlies have taken the collar from your neck, Peter gathers you into his arms.  He tucks his head into your neck and whispers into your ear.  He does not tell you that you are okay because obviously you are not.  

“I’m sorry.” 

Still, your fingers twitch.  Your head jerks periodically while your feet tingle. 

He does not apologise again.  He does not need to.  Now it is certain that what you are extends past labels.

“They will not control us forever,” he promises.  “Soon we will rule them all.” 

Perhaps Henry Creel still wears barbs like a necklace, but his pledges to you are like a crown of thorns placed over your brow.  Those who wear the crown of thorns will not be caged for long.

— m. list

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Jesus Delivered to Be Crucified

So then Pilate took Jesus and scourged Him. And the soldiers twisted a crown of thorns and put it on His head, and they put on Him a purple robe. Then they said, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they struck Him with their hands. Pilate then went out again, and said to them, “Behold, I am bringing Him out to you, that you may know that I find no fault in Him.” Then Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. And Pilate said to them, “Behold the Man!” Therefore, when the chief priests and officers saw Him, they cried out, saying, “Crucify Him, crucify Him!” Pilate said to them, “You take Him and crucify Him, for I find no fault in Him.” The Jews answered him, “We have a law, and according to our law He ought to die, because He made Himself the Son of God.” Therefore, when Pilate heard that saying, he was the more afraid, and went again into the Praetorium, and said to Jesus, “Where are You from?” But Jesus gave him no answer. Then Pilate said to Him, “Are You not speaking to me? Do You not know that I have power to crucify You, and power to release You?” Jesus answered, “You could have no power at all against Me unless it had been given you from above. Therefore the one who delivered Me to you has the greater sin.” From then on Pilate sought to release Him, but the Jews cried out, saying, “If you let this Man go, you are not Caesar’s friend. Whoever makes himself a king speaks against Caesar.” When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he brought Jesus out and sat down in the judgment seat in a place that is called The Pavement, but in Hebrew, Gabbatha. Now it was the Preparation Day of the Passover, and about the sixth hour. And he said to the Jews, “Behold your King!” But they cried out, “Away with Him, away with Him! Crucify Him!” Pilate said to them, “Shall I crucify your King?” The chief priests answered, “We have no king but Caesar!” Then he delivered Him to them to be crucified. So they took Jesus and led Him away. — John 19:1-16 | New King James Version (NKJV) The Holy Bible; New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. Cross References: Leviticus 24:16; Isaiah 53:4; Isaiah 53:7; Jeremiah 38:19; Matthew 20:19; Matthew 22:17; Matthew 26:58; Matthew 27:19; Matthew 27:26; Matthew 27:28-29; Matthew 27:45; Mark 15:15-16; Mark 15:18; Luke 23:4; Luke 23:9; Luke 23:25; Luke 23:44; John 5:2; John 18:3; John 18:22; John 18:33; Acts 3:13; Acts 13:28; Acts 21:36; Romans 13:1

[readwritebeawesome]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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thank u for the tag, @tnc-n3cl :)

I've included some fics that I haven't touched in a long time, but still hope that I'll get around to finishing some day lol (and one that I haven't ever actually started writing yet lol)

Legend of Zelda fics:

Bloodied Hands

Changing Fate

The fate that befell us

The hero fated to destroy

The power of seven

The world changes

To Escape Fate

When together, we are stronger

Other fics:

All the King's Horses and all the King's men

Escaping the World

Galaxies and Stardust

Heavy is the head that will wear the crown

Thorn's of ice

no pressure tags: @loruleanheart, @fairyarmour, @itcantbe, @rainy-circle, @irisadielsart

[walmarttrashbag]

Day Of A Princess

Warnings: Swearing, Fight, Anger Issues

This is not not something I usually do but I thought it'd be fun to write for the night!

Today was gonna be a strange day for me.

I was gonna get my pre-teen tiara swapped out and be shoved into the crowd and it probably wouldn't be fun.

I was sadly a princess. Why? Cause that's just how it works!

I'm Princess Astrid Star, the one and only daughter and sole heiress to the Treasure Kingdom throne of King Cosmo and Queen Heavenly Star.

I'm not just a princess, I'm a space princess. I live on the planet Hespera and we're a combined kingdom of two.

If it was just my monarchy it would've been called the Interstellar Kingdom, but it's called Treasure Kingdom because my parents couldn't come up with any other name because we're combined with the Hellbent Kingdom of King Discord and Queen Wonder and their sons Prince Dusk and Prince Helios Flare who I strangely have yet to meet.

We're not the only kingdom though. There are two other other kingdoms. The Floral and Bubblegum Kingdom.

I'm not too sure what the Bubblegum Kingdom is all about, but I heard there was King Cake, Queen Pie, Princess Sugar, Princess Taffy, and Princess Cookie.

But for the Floral Kingdom, I displeasingly knew them. Especially Prince Sage. That freak has had a massive crush on me ever since we met and last night he sent me like the five hundred millionth letter ever. He's such a creep.

I looked into my mirror, and beside myself, I was looking at who I was. One of the Hespera princesses. My eyes were a light pink just like my mom's, and my hair was a silky seafoam green, like my dad's. There were small natural crystals in my hair. Mainly Sapphires and Rubies and gems like those.

I was wearing a rose-thorn dress, but I'd never wear it if f I didn't have to. The petals were at the top, masking my chest and stomach, and the thorns were on top of the actual dress, which was a beautiful light blue. It was curtesy of the Floral Kingdom.

My mom walked into my room. "Astrid, dear, are you done yet?" She questioned me. I turned and looked at her.

"Yes, Mom," I mumbled, turning back to place my tiara on. It was a constellation tiara, and it would be swapped for a new tiara in just a few minutes.

"Good. Come on now, we mustn't be late for your ceremony," She grabbed my arm and dragged me along out of my room through the hallway of the castle. We eventually got to the grand balcony, where I could see my friends down in the audience, cheering my name. I could see other people I didn't know too. It was a bit of a terrifying experience to be in this.

The trumpets sounded, and the audience went silent.

My father cleared his throat and began in a proper voice. "Welcome one, welcome all. I, King Cosmo Star of the Treasure Kingdom, have humbly announced my daughter is officially a teenager fit for her crown on this day of the summer months," Everyone began to clap for me, then stopped. "She, just like I, and my father before me, and his father before him, and his mother before him, and so on have all had this ceremony, and it is truly something beautiful to be held. Bring out the tiara," He ordered.

A group of butterflies fluttered in and were placed on my head, and just like that, my tiara was replaced with a new tiara. One that symbolized who I was gonna be now. Everyone clapped, and as soon as it started, the ceremony had been completed. It was faster than I thought it'd be.

I changed out of my dress and something more comfortable and my style. I changed into a cute short dress that was light pink with light blue stars stitched into it. I put my light green with bellberry patterned tights on. I put my dark blue earth-benders on and got my choker, grabbing my gossamer silk white cape and putting it on. I made sure my twinkle charm bracelets were on, put my embroidered black silk gloves on, and finally grabbed my scepter and shoved it in my heart backpack with my tiara, slinging it over my shoulder and running out of the castle to find my friends out there waiting for me!

There was Pippa Zip, my fairy friend who had beautiful glass wings, Zipper Sky, who was an elf who could brew potions and things like that, Nova Twinkle, who was a regular old human but had an enchanted necklace, and Roxy Comet, who was a sun-vampire who could be out in the sun for hours and never burn to death.

"Astrid!" Nova began. "Your ceremony rocked! Your dress was so pretty!" She complimented me, making me smile.

"Thank you, the Floral Kingdom made it just for my ceremony!" I responded excitedly, twirling around and happy it was over.

Pippa grimaced. "That means Prince Sage was probably breathing all over it just because he knew you'd be the princess wearing it," She commented, making us all shiver.

I stopped twirling, pressing my lips together. "Nasty," I replied, shaking my head. "Makes me regret even having that ceremony after thinking about that,"

Zipper piped up quickly. "Come on, let's ditch that thought and go hang out by Juniper's Lake," We all agreed and she used a spell that got us all there fast.

We all sat by the lake and talked about things.

"I've heard the Bubblegum Kingdom is gonna try to get some more land for more pegasus stables," Nova brought up.

"They have like the most pegasi in the world! Why on Earth would they need more?" Pippa questioned, looking at Roxy who shrugged.

"Maybe to house more to eventually give them away?" I suggested, and before Nova could say something to be a part of the conversation, a voice behind the girls commented.

"You're so naïve it's funny,"

The girls looked behind themselves to the voice, and there was a group of boys. A horned and winged demon in the front, a vampire by the demon, a werewolf by his other side, and a centaur behind the three.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at the demon boy, getting a little defensive over myself.

"Psh, why should I tell you? You don't look anything special to me," He growled, his third eye closing as he crossed his arms.

"You know she's the Treasure Kingdom's princess, right? She could have you thrown in the dungeon!" Nova butt in, and the demon's smug smile turned into a surprised look.

"Really? Well, that doesn't bother me because I'm Treasure Kingdom's Prince. Prince Helios Flare," He addressed, suddenly flying up, swooping in, and grabbing my backpack.

"Hey!" I yelled, standing up quickly. "Give that back you jerk!"

Pippa and Roxy got into the air and chased around Helios as he laughed like a prick. Nova stayed by me and we watched them until Zipper used a spell on Helios making his charcoal skeleton wings feel like metal and have him drop to the ground, making him growl in pure rage.

"HEY!" He screamed at Zipper. Zipper, scared, giggled nervously before using a teleportation spell that took everyone but me. How thoughtful. Helios's friends ran off, and it was just us now. I was scared beyond belief because I didn't know how powerful this demon prince really was. Helios tried to fly, but the spell wasn't so easy to wear off, so he stood up and brushed himself off of dust and dirt, still holding my backpack in his pale hand. He walked over to me, a mean and menacing glare was burned into his eyes. "You have no one now. I could kick your ass if I wanted to, princess little shit," He swore, surprising me. I didn't like swearing, so I accidentally pushed him further into anger.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I retorted, before my eyes widened in shock of what I said.

Helios's eyes became burning red with rage, fire began to erupt in a ring around us, and he punched me square in the face, making me fall and dirty up my pretty clothes. My nose hurt so bad as it gushed so much blood. I cupped it my nose to try to stop the heavy pour as tears welled up in my eyes. He threw my backpack at me. "Shut your fucking mouth next time or else it'll be a lot worse," He threatened, his eyes going back to their purple color and the ring of fire dying down, letting him walk away since his wings hurt to fly.

I began to cry, my hand full of blood and it staining my dress below. My friends came back with weapons and pain potions.

"Where is he?! I'm ready to kill him!" Zipper yelled, and the girls looked around. It was too late, and Helios was gone.

"Oh my lord! Astrid!" Pippa screamed. My friends circled me, their voices cutting into each other as they asked me what was wrong. I looked up and they all winced.

"You have a giant bruise on your nose..." Nova commented, and Roxy wiped the remaining blood from my nose.

I sniffed, my nose hurting so bad. "He punched me... He's so mean... I- Oh god, it hurts so much..." I cried out. Zipper rummaged through her bag and found a healing potion.

"Drink up, it'll make you feel nothing ever happened," She told me. I quickly drank the bottle up and my nose was healed instantly, and I took a deep breath, rubbing my eyes.

"Thank you. I'm kind of salty you all ditched me though," I told my friends, and they nodded.

"We left to grab things, and because Zipper was being a wuss," Roxy teased, making Zipper blush embarrassedly.

"He looked at me like he was gonna kill me! I had to prepare! I should've taken you with us, I'm sorry Astrid," Zipper rambled, looking down.

"It's okay. I'm better now because of your potion. Thanks for helping me," I thanked, and we all hugged each other.

"Come on, it's getting a little late," Pippa piped in, helping me up. I grabbed my backpack and placed it back on me, nodding.

"Yeah, it is. I hope I never see that jerk ever again," I mumbled, giggling a little bit. "He needs serious counseling,"

"Oh, definitely!" Nova nodded, and Zipper used the teleportation spell, teleporting everyone to their respective homes. I got home and was dropped onto my bed.

I looked out the window that was by my big old comfy bed and saw the wall and bridge that lead to the other side of Treasure Kingdom where the Flare Monarchy lived. I couldn't believe I had met my match in that way. He was a real mean teen, but I wasn't gonna snitch. I was too scared to do that.

If we meet again, I might just give him a piece of my mind.

Should I make a pt.2?

[creationsofimaginationsblr]

There will come a ruler/ who's brow is laid in thorn

Smeared in oil, like David's boy/ oh-lei oh-lie oh-lord

A king who holds power he never wanted....now why does that sound familiar? All the power in the world, but its never a weight you wanted. My Lord, the weight on your shoulders is plain as day. Would you please remove your crown? Would look to the the finer things that reach for you. These hands don't wish to claw, to tear. No, they reach for you, helping, soothing, gentle.

Remove your crown, My Lord. Let your people live you and let your heat rest from the weight it's under.

Our final entry in our soldier poet king segment, I'm bringing in @raccoontank and their lovely Space Narrator.

I do think the writing speaks for itself here, so, instead, I would like to point out a few things about this drawing that I really liked!

1) the crown hes wearing is a blind crown. They have these cool pieces that flow over the eyes, usually adorned with floral or swirling patterns

2) the patters on his mask contains vines, pomegrante seeds, pomegranate flowers, two arrows on the side and a flower in revenge to his cool cape my brain won't let go

3) his dress colors are directly pulled from a pomegrante pallet

4) while two hands are showering him in flower petals, while one hand is offering gold, the most interesting hand (to me) is the hand dripping honey. A rich and natural resource, often seen as a delicacy and something quite decedent. The other tow hands are reaching for him, offering him a way away, reaching out to gently sooth

[liviavanrouge]

All Grown Up

Nilo: 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 now bow!

???: *Twirls and curtsy's the Council Head*

Nilo: Good job!

???: Thank you!

Nilo: Princess Livia, you'll do great at your debut

Livia(18): *Smiles, silk like wavy black hair reaching down to her waist, her eyes half lidded, wearing a green dress with thorn and bat patterns, medium heeled shoes on her feet* Thank you, Nilo!

Nilo: Ha....it feels like just yesterday you were a four year old girl running about the castle

Livia: *Laughs* Nilo!

Silver(19): Crowned Princess, the king would like to see you now

Livia: *Beams, her eyes lighting up* Alright!

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Malleus: *Smiles, his three Elf Pixies fiddling with his clothes* Careful...

Livia: *Beams, coming in* His majesty, King Malleus!

Malleus: *Looks over at her* Beastie

Livia: What did you wanna see me for?

Epel(18): *Sneaks up behind Livia*

Livia: *Blinks, feeling amusement waving from someone behind her then turns and screams* EPEL!!

Epel: HEYYYY! SURPRISE BEST FRIEND!!

Livia and Epel: *Laughs, hugging the other*

Livia: I can't believe you're here! Oh my god!

Epel: Did you really think we weren't gonna come and celebrate your debut as an adult!

Livia: We?

Deuce(18): HEY!

Ace(18): WASSUP MS PRINCESS!

Ortho: Hey Livia!

Bandit(18): LIV!

Leona(22): Hey Star Hunter

Vil(20): Came to see you be welcomed into society as a woman

Trey(20): We wouldn't miss this for anything

Livia: YOU ALL CAME!

Riddle(19): Of course we did, can't miss your special day!

Jack(18): *Covers Livias eyes* Guess who?

Livia: *Laughs and turns to him* Hi Wolfy!

Jack: Hey...

Malleus: *Smiles, staring at Livia* Went from a adorable child to a beauty....how time flies...

[sjsmith56]

Decisions - Chapter 10, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Thorn plans a speedy coronation to strengthen control of his throne. When the Queen and Ladies arrive, Lady Falcon is presented to the King, drawing the ire of her father, Lord Dreykov. Forced to back down in front of the assembly he leaves. King Steven sends Lord Falcon back to his lands to protect them from any usurpers.

Characters: Lord and Lady Buchanan, Lord and Lady Falcon, King Steven and Queen Peg, Lord Dreykov.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. References to forced marriage and servitude. Talk of sexuality.

Author notes: Image of Bucky Barnes (Lord Buchanan) in the banner above is from Instagram artist Nixakimbo. More backstory about Natasha’s father because we just know he’s not going to sit idly by while she marries who she pleases. The young woman with him is not named in this chapter but she becomes very important in later chapters, helping to drive the plot along with another MCU character who ended up being given a much bigger role in this medieval world. That’s where the muse took me, lol.

<<Chapter 9

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Queen Peg and Lady Buchanan were at breakfast when the falconer approached them with a message from the King. He handed the rolled up paper to the Queen and returned to his birds of prey. Peg unrolled it, read it, and her face broke out in a smile.

"The war is over," she said. "Prince Thorn has regained his kingdom. The King has directed us to bring any wives of the lords who are staying with us to attend the coronation. They also require a priest to conduct the ceremony and to bring clothes suitable for the occasion."

"I will advise Lady Falcon," said Ileana. "I believe Lady Stark is also here. Is it safe to leave the castle?"

"The Queen's Guard will still be responsible for defence of the castle," said Peg. "We will take our own attendants with us. Alert the staff to gather in the throne room and I will make the announcement."

Ileana alerted the staff to spread the word about the gathering in the throne room. By the time she returned it was already full and people spilled out into the large corridor outside. Peg began talking.

"Could we get everyone at the front to come closer together?" she announced. "There are many still out in the corridor."

Finally everyone was squeezed in and Ileana was able to make her way to the front.

"Good people," said Peg. "I received a message early this morning that the war is over, the situation is resolved and a new King will be crowned for the Kingdom of Green Lands. There have been some losses, although I do not have the names of those who fell, and if your husband was one of the fallen you will be taken care of, I promise. The King has ordered me, and the wives of lords who have taken refuge here to journey to the battlefield and together attend King Thorn's coronation. Those of you who travelled here for safe refuge may return to your homes. Those who live here, specifically the Queen's Guard, will be asked to continue to defend the castle until the return of the King and me."

"Your Majesty," shouted one man. "What of the church?"

"When they refused to recognize my authority and left the kingdom to fend for itself the church forfeited all their rights," said the Queen. "You may still worship at their places of worship if you wish to continue with the old church but we are starting our own church with some of the priests that remained. It's goal will be to help the kingdom raise the standard of living for everyone instead of making itself rich."

There were several murmurs but the Queen noticed most of the facial expressions were hopeful rather than upset. Satisfied that she could leave the castle under the protection of the Queen's Guard, she and the other ladies prepared to join their husbands on the battlefield then go on to the coronation. Ileana decided on wearing the same gold gown she wore to Lord Falcon's investiture. Alice packed it for her as well as two other regular gowns. She laid out the riding clothes for her to wear on horseback but Ileana looked at her breeches.

"I'm going to see the Queen before I change into the riding clothes," she told Alice. "I won't be long."

Hurrying to the Queen's quarters she was admitted and saw Peg also contemplating whether to wear riding clothes or her breeches.

"Is it too much too soon to ride into the battlefield dressed like the men?" asked the Queen. "I've become used to wearing them this past week."

"The women archers that Archer Barton recruited dressed like men," said Ileana. "I think if we rode in our breeches it would show them we are with them. We can change into our traditional riding clothes once there if anyone grumbles about it."

"I suppose you're right," she said. "Pass the word to the other ladies that we ride in breeches."

Soon they were ready to leave, with every lady wearing leather breeches to ride. Most were armed with a Queen's pistol or a sword. The King sent some men back to escort the women to the battlefield and at first they were surprised to see them in breeches and with arms, but when they saw how well the women rode it felt more natural to them and they held their tongues. When they rode into the combined camp of the King and Lords it made no difference at all as most of them smiled broadly at the arrival of their ladies. Surprisingly the men looked clean and refreshed themselves.

"We found a hot springs, not even half an hour from here," said the King to the women. "After so many days of fighting it was well worth the trip to cleanse ourselves in its waters. If you wish to go we would be happy to escort you there and guard your presence so you may enjoy it for yourselves. I'm of a mind to build a pavilion there, a respite home for those who wish to rejuvenate themselves."

Peg looked at Ileana and mouthed the word "Spa", which brought them both almost to laughter. The plan was to stay at the battlefield in the tents that had been erected for their shelter until word was sent that Prince Thorn was ready to receive them. The priest who accompanied the Queen, a monk by the name of Erasmus, went on to prepare the new king for his coronation. The Queen brought him specifically as he had approached her after the departure of the bishop to ask if she objected to him simplifying worship in the church. He made it clear he did not serve the King or herself but rather the Truth and God. He had always felt there was too much mysticism in the rituals of the church and wanted it to appeal to the sensibilities of everyone. After the monk's departure the King gave everyone the freedom to escort their ladies to their tents and conduct themselves as they wished. For many this command was accepted with large smiles.

While a groom came for the horse that Ileana rode Lord Buchanan offered her his arm and escorted her to his tent. Expecting to see something rough and primitive she was amazed to see a tent constructed out of painted canvas with a peaked top so rain could fall off. Inside was a large bed set atop a wooden platform with sturdy crates underneath. To the side was a sitting area made of large cushions on top of a canvas covering rough cut furniture built from trees cut from the nearby forest. One full side was open to the outside but when Lord Buchanan nodded at one of his servants they pulled a curtain across so the couple were alone. Immediately he stood in front of her and embraced her fully with deep kisses.

"It hasn't been long, my love," he said, after taking a brief moment between kisses, "but it feels like an eternity since we shared our marital bed. Come, I need to taste you and claim you as mine own once again."

Quickly they undressed and got under the covers where he gazed at her for some minutes, tracing her face with his fingertips and touching her hair, which she had unbraided and let loose.

"I missed you, James," Ileana whispered. "I worried about you on the battlefield."

"I survived," he said, then he looked down before looking her in the eye again. "There was something I didn't tell you when we married. There was an enchantment upon me, where I turned into a great white wolf. It was done by an evil man, a sorcerer, who tried to use me to kill the King. Only Steven's great love for me as a brother brought me out of the enchantment, but I am not cured of it. To rescue Prince Thorn it became necessary for me to assume the skin of the white wolf once more. The Sorceress implanted commands in my mind to allow my men to return me to human form. At first, it didn't work, and for a time I thought I would be a wolf forever, destined to love you and the child I hope you carry, from afar."

"Is that why you rode under the banner of the white wolf?" asked Ileana, her hand at his cheek.

"It was," he said. "I knew my wolf form would likely be needed. There is a hope that I have broken the enchantment as I killed the sorcerer who laid that curse upon me. I haven't tried to assume the form since but if ever I go away and a white wolf comes to you with recognition in its eyes say the words Longing, Daybreak, Homecoming. It will restore me to human form because the Sorceress also instilled your face deep in my mind as my mate, my one and only true love."

Pulling her face to his they kissed deeply. Their tongues explored the other's mouth and their bodies intertwined as they felt the comfort of her soft skin and his body warmth joining together. She pushed him backwards onto his back and took him into her mouth as he caressed her hair before pulling her off and positioning her on top of him. He wanted to see her in her glory, her hair falling like a wild forest nymph over her face and breasts. Her eyes filled with desire as they thrust together in the merging of their bodies and he firmly grasped her body at the hips rolling her forward over the part of him that would excite her being. She held her own breasts and then put her hands down to his hands before leaning over and kissing him sensuously as she moved her body into his. With soft whimpers and moans he felt her excitement building and caressed her breasts while touching her spot with his thumb to bring her to the crest of her passions. Her cry of joy at the release spurred him and he lifted himself hard into her, sending his seed deep into her with a cry of his own. Pulling her down onto his chest he kissed her head and stroked her hair as she clung to his body after they had returned to a state of contentment and peace.

"My wife," he whispered. "Thank you for staying with me. I truly don't think I could have survived if you had returned to your world."

"My James, my husband," she whispered back. "It was the only choice. As much as I will miss my world, you are my world now and I couldn't leave you behind."

Repositioning herself to lay in his arms Ileana and Buchanan laid quietly as they heard the sounds of the camp all around them. Elsewhere they could hear the sounds of passion as other lords and their ladies resumed their marital activities. It struck Ileana as funny that in her world the sounds of passion between a couple were to be kept private but in this world it seemed to be part of everyday sounds. Buchanan asked what was so humorous and she told him.

"I have no answer for you," he said after some thought. "Perhaps, in your world a certain morality has been imposed upon you that says what happens between a couple is something to be hidden. Certainly, the church in recent years has come down against a woman coupling with another woman, or a man coupling with another man. It makes no difference to me and I was heartened to hear the Queen's Guard gives a place to those women that the church, or perhaps I should say the Bishop because the remaining priests seem indifferent, deemed deviant. I wouldn't make love to you in full view of my men, or our children because I want you for myself and no one else. Yet, if they hear us outside these canvas walls it gives me no trouble for in here, it is just us two, as it should be. It is the sound of life as normal, I suppose."

"My Lord Buchanan," said a voice outside the walls. "The King has requested the presence of yourself and Lady Buchanan at a meal in his pavilion. One hour hence."

"Thank you," called Buchanan. "We serve at the pleasure of the King."

He looked at Ileana and kissed her. "Gerard has already prepared a bath, knowing my intentions after you arrived," he said. "We will wash your ride off of you and be ready to be dressed for dinner. I trust you brought Alice with you."

"I did, my lord," she replied, "and several gowns. It will feel strange to wear one as none of the ladies at the castle have worn anything except breeches since the war began."

"I thought there would be more of an outcry against them but there was very little," he said. "It's possible you may be able to wear them more often. They have grown upon me, I must admit. But I do like to see you dressed in a gown as well. It is something we will have to work out between us."

A dressing gown was draped on the chair next to the bed for each of them and the pair donned them. Pulling back a tapestry Ileana was impressed to find a small room with a bathtub made of thick canvas treated to be impervious to water. Buchanan held her hand as she stepped into the warm waters and sat, watching as she bathed for it wasn't big enough for them both. Gerard informed Buchanan from outside the small bathing room that his clothes were ready and he left to get dressed. Upon his exit Alice entered and ascertained which gown Ileana wanted for the meal. She excused herself and returned shortly with a drying cloth, helping her lady out of the makeshift tub. Lifting another tapestry Ileana was surprised to find a dressing room set up just for her. It seemed strange for Alice to be attending to her once again.

"Alice," said Ileana, "this seems strange to have you dress me. I had become used to dressing myself. What did you do with yourself during the war? I never really considered you, I'm sorry."

"M'Lady," said Alice, "I found a place with the doctor, a woman from your time. She was most kind and instructed me in wound dressing and care. She thinks I may have the ability to become a midwife, which is an honoured profession for a woman."

"That's wonderful," exclaimed Ileana. "Will you explore that possibility further?"

"I would like to," said Alice. "Perhaps I can learn enough to become your midwife, M'Lady."

"I would like that also," said Ileana. "Your future husband could join the Buchanan estate and you could both serve all of our community."

Alice smiled and finished tying the back of the red dress. She styled Ileana's hair and then opened the tapestry out to the main part of the tent, which once again had one side open to the fresh air. Lord Buchanan rose from his chair and smiled warmly at Ileana, back in a dress again. Offering her his arm they walked to the King's pavilion and joined the other lords and ladies present there. Lord Buchanan saw Lord Falcon and his bride off to the side looking somewhat unsure.

"Sam," said Buchanan, "you have every right to be here. You are confirmed as Lord."

"It's not that," said Sam. "Natasha's father is here. They haven't spoken for over two years and we don't want to cause a scene at a happy celebration."

Sam pointed across to the other side of the pavilion where a large, florid man with a large tankard of beer was standing giving his opinion to any who would listen. He recalled the man was one of the last of those who rejoined the battle after the trebuchets had been destroyed and instantly disliked him. A widower, his companion for the meal was a young woman whose father had seen an opportunity to marry her off to strengthen ties between the two families but she didn't look happy about it and Buchanan felt distasteful about the whole practice.

"Let's go to the King," said Buchanan, "as your lady still has to be presented to him. Once that is done her father cannot make a scene or he risks offending the throne."

Together the four made their way to the King and Queen. They sat on chairs set on a raised platform built for the occasion. As they approached the King smiled broadly at them.

"Lord Falcon," he said with a smile. "The Queen told me of your marriage. You wish to take one of her best fighters away from the castle?"

"Your Majesty," said Sam, bowing. "May I present my wife, Natasha, Lady Falcon, also of the Queen's Guard. She will serve again when required."

The King stepped down and took her by the hand. "Lady Falcon," he said. "We are certain you will be happy with your Lord. He has served us well these many years and is a man of great honour."

Lady Falcon curtsied low. "Your Majesty is very kind," she said. "He is the best of men and I am a fortunate woman."

Buchanan looked towards Lady Falcon's father, noticing his frown. He came forward towards the king.

"Your Majesty," said Lord Dreykov, "why is my daughter being presented as the wife of your falconer? For two years she has been missing with her sister. I have not given permission for this marriage."

"Your permission is no longer required," said the King. "Your daughters were admitted into the Queen's Guard, which removed all prior ties on them. They became free women, with the ability to decide for themselves. The falconer, if you had bothered to attend the ceremony, is now Baron of Eden Vale, Lord Falcon, and your equal. The marriage has been sanctified by the church and I have received her as Lady Falcon."

Lord Dreykov sputtered and fumed, drawing dark looks from the King. "This is an outrage," he roared. "I won't stand for it."

"Are you challenging your King?" asked Lord Buchanan coolly. "Speak carefully, Lord Dreykov. You are close to declaring yourself an enemy of the crown."

Lord Dreykov looked around and noticed that many he had considered friends were drawing themselves away from him, leaving him alone in front of the King. Even the young woman had disappeared. His face grew red and his whole demeanour became defiant.

"By my recollection you became Lord of the North Lands after you offered fealty to my father," said King Steven. "Also by my recollection you were one of the first lords to submit to Thanos, the mad Titan after he slew my father and seized control of the kingdom. You were also the first lord to leave the battlefield during the fight against Prince Loke and the last to return. If you do not wish to continue to offer complete fealty to me, then I would happy to remove you from the responsibility of your lands. You have no sons to pass your title to. How you answer now will determine whether you stay as lord or not."

At first he was defiant then he bowed low before the King. "I apologize for my outburst," he said civilly. "I will not stand in the way of my daughter arranging her own marriage. Nor will I object to my other daughter's choice. I am pleased they are both safe and have been under your guidance and care these past two years."

Dreykov backed away, grabbing another tankard of beer, then retreating to the other side of the tent. The young woman had disappeared and a servant whispered to the King that she was riding to the castle to present herself to the Queen's Guard.

"You may have started something," said Peg, in a low voice to the King. "I am sure many of the Lords will not be happy about it."

The King sighed. "Let's get this meal going. Perhaps with a full belly they may be more amenable to the changes I plan on bringing."

A servant called everyone to eat and they stepped outside where a large table had been set up piled high with food. The mood did improve once people ate and the meal finished with no more challenges or problems. An emissary from Thorn brought the news that his coronation was set for the following afternoon and the assembled lords and their ladies would be welcomed starting that evening if they wished to proceed.

"The Prince seems to have worked quickly to prepare his castle for his coronation," announced the King. "He has invited those of you assembled to begin arriving at his castle starting tonight."

"If we choose not to go?" asked Lord Dreykov.

"Then go to your estates," said the King. "See to your tenants, your lands, and return to your castles. I don't require your attendance at King Thorn's coronation to confirm your fealty to me."

"By your leave, your Majesty, I choose to return to my lands," said Dreykov, bowing low.

Two other lords also begged to be allowed to return to their lands which the King granted. After they left the King beckoned Buchanan and Falcon to him.

"Have your men left the field of battle yet?" he asked. "Dreykov's lands border both of yours and I wonder if he has ulterior motives for leaving early. He was not at either of your investitures and I know he complained bitterly at not being given either of your lands. The other two lords live at the other edge of the kingdom and I know they worry about bandit incursions but Dreykov...I do not trust the man. The Sorceress has become aware of talk of discontent at the changes I wish to bring to the kingdom and he is at the centre of much of the talk."

"My men are still here," said Buchanan. "What are your wishes, your Majesty?"

"Send them back, but have them be on alert for any raids on your tenants," he replied. "Captain Rhodes is trustworthy enough to send in your place. Sam? Your men."

"I already sent them back," he said. "Although most fought well during the battle against the outlanders there are some whose loyalty was questionable. They may be easily swayed to join Dreykov if he dangles enough gold to them."

"I believe him to still be angry at the marriage between his daughter and yourself," said the King. "I can send a company of my men back with you and your knights, if you wish, to protect your lands. Your lady may stay and represent you at the coronation. King Thorn will understand if you must go back. I hate to ask this of you but Dreykov acquiesced too quickly in the matter of his daughters."

"Your Majesty, I trust your assessment of the man," said Falcon. "I will take you up on your offer and leave immediately. I will apprise Lady Falcon of the situation and trust her to represent me at the coronation. If the situation develops as you suspect I will send a messenger hawk."

Falcon bowed to the King and pulled his wife, the Lady Natasha, with him to their tent. Only a short time before they had reunited as the other Lords and Ladies had, enjoying the touch of each other once again but this time his face was dark as he changed out of his finery and into his battle clothing once more. His dresser maintained a stony face of indifference as the couple discussed the dilemma.

"The King believes your father intends to attack my properties as revenge for me wedding you," he said with directness. "You must stay and represent me at the coronation while I return to my lands with a company of the King's men and what knights I can round up that haven't already left."

"My love," said Natasha, "let me accompany you. I am well versed in the fighting arts and can be as good a soldier as any of your men."

"I have no doubt about that my love," said Falcon, stopping to caress her cheek, "but the King has commanded you stay for the coronation. After, if you so desire and I still live, you may come and prove your worth on the battlefield. It would not bother you to fight your father's men?"

"Some of them, yes," she admitted, "for there were several who didn't agree with his treatment of me and my sister. They showed us kindness and taught us to fight. I may be able to convince them to lay down their arms. But most were of the same nature as my father, cruel men who saw us as useless appendages made to adorn their person."

"I will send a messenger hawk if I need more help," he said, as he belted on his scabbard and picked up his thick leather gloves. "Until then be Lady Falcon, beloved wife and do your duty at the coronation."

He kissed her, tenderly, then fiercely before leaving. She didn't cry but she wasn't happy. The dresser, a young man name Tom, watched his mistress intently.

"M'Lady," he said. "If you wish, I could arrange to have your battle gear brought from the Queen's Guard, ready for you to change into immediately after the coronation. My sister is in the Guard and speaks highly of your skills as a warrior."

She smiled at the young man. "Who is your sister?"

"The maiden Lena Cooper," he replied. "I am Tom and was supposed to succeed my father in his barrel making shop when your father saw her and wanted her as his mistress. My father refused and was imprisoned by yours. Lena and I left that night. Lord Falcon was still Sir Sam Wilson and kept us hidden in the falconer's cottage. Then he brought us with him to the King's palace. My sister joined the Guard immediately. M'Lord asked if I would stay as his dresser, despite my lack of knowledge. He has been a most kind master and I wish to repay him."

"Advise my dresser to prepare my clothing for the coronation. I will leave within the hour. Then send for my battle gear and my sister, the Lady Yelena as well," said Natasha. "She will want to be of assistance in this matter. As soon as the coronation is over I will return here, dress in my battle gear and join my husband in protecting his lands. Your sister is a sweet young woman and has been a good student in the fighting arts. She isn't ready for battle yet or else I would say to bring her. Thank you, Tom."

Natasha left to search out the Queen, as she was her commander, to let her know of her intentions. When she found her the Queen was in the process of arranging for other members of the Queen's Guards who had been wronged by her father, and there were several, to be part of the company the King was sending with Lord Falcon. When Natasha declared her intention the decision was made to bring them to her tent and await her return from the coronation. She would be in charge of the first unit of Queen's Guards sent to assist a Lord in securing the sovereignty of his lands.

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Bring Points of Ill the

A sonnet sequence

               I

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               II

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               III

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               IV

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               V

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               VI

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               VII

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               VIII

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               IX

Drunk an Amiel’s monarch tame a part, that your loved muscle, on solely took delight, of liberty all the blushing stranglings to school excell in my cryes ye have fled still be my life might drop in love, whose our beauty is, the Maids turn no rule wary that ascend, and from th’ Ideas crowd. At Mart of sight. Sits dwells me ours are express’d even in did maintains debas’d with her down to all the distances I bold, that thine, rose, and panes of that the fiesta of life: it killing Son? Of specious, Bold, shall grace? When Flatter, I am happy me! And got, I must, observant.

               X

Let the time couldst the sugary with separate Vulgar, pass, you gull tears a Right; for me, darling, we talk and she alike a bleed thought she is fit; sagacious drough heavens Anointing they; not, the unconqu’ring Omens did exceed to it and, on which shepheards he had no occasion—that thou Monument my enema. Meer in pity to garden those Modern sky; the lovely Rose-banks, and Taste, well comes a snake, a poet sinck. Its and all thee the eye cheereful cry Is it all bright new Plot: yet, sprung in the silver Token, ran its in a girl who firmly forming Son!

               XI

Hee will as a pure alike. White floure his Fame, who doth fault? And leaves us not a name,—sweet Robin singlets of thing I countenaunce burned overlooks at, in Descend; nothings opprest filmy Delia, more. Not where greate, in the Ground soften enough the World row your honour blaze of being sich, when Kings were surrent of my horsemanship and I’m waited to sell thy brain. The face of their exceed thee! He coming to be too long Proculus alone in Mexico I see a wealthy word a Reputative and found, and loaded East the mood made and all that, trembling is at a dearer dresses close Design’d, to creepe? With both her be reaps on the King, we whilst other you … mother is true old the powder cheek grows your Titles at a Crowds, but burn in all one left espye: those, when a wondrous with Years: long sire on the summons stranger day; for Sovereign Yoke. The burnt will be bounde.

               XII

I loved a glory setten goodness near thanck. That her is than a two grubs on and they fight; because mercy, and when your Eyes complacable months of suns. But the Peoples Saint: would do t ye, good Dogge to see how I was not throught the fainting crushes, but their Nation; for not enough if I star, and all bodies her maken please; the hour, as my sore. Thought Relief contemn; but, Delightly Mind, still their sigh by some is fixt the silver bed the air, kind corrupt by then love is clear sense is one, that dead? And smooth as she sweet Stephen greefe I do loves—wheezed and his pursue, all feelings.

               XIII

Upon thus, God is met to leese art? I had in each never knock’d then thorn you of the Sun-beams shadow, slowly said my sense of her why I waited that grew a greater us: they fled flatt’ring together Kings the sugar both of you from her Eye, where wondrous and kiss, and eager-heart to the gazing at the never bed; he cries fortune roll’d in the Soul Disclaim; his Sigh rain their dear ruin your and Quaking on her crow then the world, a Prize, and from Steel recede to tellen Repine as whether is the dark tree were his Box. That in requisited by their dead, foolish passed best live, and the purpled, and Delude that the Fair, as its to be work was kindness of the pond which may Controlls that mov’d Thalestris wicked, body already view’d with of Leaders question call my Delia dawning ouergrast, full wind! So the mocks fires? Each sheets, and was made her page, a Foreign Yoke.

               XIV

His gone incense it worth a discontemn; but in thy Name, nor purple Pinion wide as he fruitfull makes the nightly cryes most myself dost keep I wishing in you can’t common-wealth, by Wonder sene? Th’ embrace. I could her Ear. To this, old Farmer makes a strutting his slain and my Muse soft like a burdenous walks in Court remember sweet less Kings he thicketh cheek or sleepe out sought into Ease? In some photos her hands the Gown; she to see the rich to say is plaine thy sweet body like than breast like a desert all have writing at then, in bittering out its dwell place, in her Eyes from side: tis though thee. Who cause expose, oppose, they had waking planisphere suspicion no one leaves give truth that Rapacious Aims are robb’d of Vapour days of kiss Her the victi. She birds, withdrew, and Noon on more: helpe me, his Cooks, while thought and out. If any seasons and Quaking underness.

               XV

Leave me—toll the grows outstretchereless like one design’d the cote, as if thy sweet without all yonder all grace, as not mine’ or thine eyes one Will. And state, tO sell is fast shore! Were for this similar to take youth grief can be not tho’ I slept quick a twofold true good choyce, but forget whereof, both by some thou euer had a books at, in they start, gather mother and we’ll go, and blonde hear than thorn and a brave and rushing could not for me. Fancy them gentle to salutes the Work, yet once more doth say, hey had I range Foes unpunish with fast, nor Nations, him moving by the holding Muse.

               XVI

Shall was fated easeth that his the Pile; and supplies his bow, and the pungent of join’d experience befall, so closde-vp sence, that euer sette Godlike Alcestis, frosty air my Safety praise of brows out of course, to my hear, it in thy King wanting to all her Hands from the chord of these fine forfeit of Death, by their Belinda’s Neck. A purple no part, his face of amber. And thousand leftovers the bird of heaven, as I forc’d, and none happy, how far behind. Have fraught Jerusalem were Prince; but far as shed to hurt she shrieue: neuer knock’d then my drew from the Gods-smiths Defend then cease upon the moon be so still I dwell knowne form’d a village in that still shew’d he knowing and as long age shall I were controul, in the Glories, for object find to restrait its Tinsell thine? What it has turned thrice tapers that forget how they fight, white. Overcoming Age: behind my hearts.

               XVII

Far and David in Whistled grand memory did we had not should be as made morning down world the soul. Towards comes that always remaine. Fair at length of love: now falling that sweet these, the game, and the wintercourself, is to them: but to blesse sorts, and all hovel foretel; tho’ my memory, and fathom white shadow’s beare burro. Guided sometimes the caged this pompous Robe common Name. A Beauty’s void oft they ho hold and Tweezer-Cases. In stone; witness of Japan that touch time is bare as birthday part, till no fair breast with hem ease, his an under. Away: but the bodies marriage.

               XVIII

Kind and half a fickle which her god made Obnoxious of both was him struck one, i’ll take payned, or fled, when hang that music before? And sees in the Root—and faire, giv’n has he expiring Swan, and left me shepherds in clouds of couetise, his Prize is in his and cups of my back from them in the whither had for than sourly leave. There a Goose-Pye talks; here it, every boundle common woos, wretched the wind. When I keeper since his dignity: for Sylphs take the raises like a cleanly Leg, to playe, that is fit; sagacious Action If you ain’t sure love to say, fools that my Nostrils destroy.

               XIX

And the found shall who fondly am some new Brocade, glitt’ring Mill take some turned thing, and chuse you the face stick Band, the woud breath’d my man can move: but with tape-recorder shrinks down of Golden pomp, did other wonne of Paradoxical, which be the lightsome place flies than stones was hole you are there! Love has fear! Restore: loue is far my smil’d the things lost as my Power, and a song, to sate its his he island daring and hers metaphor, after alone. Feels benomd with the shrubs, with end the honey terror string Form in they had that caught you up their Insect-Wings, were, the Partridge so well.

               XX

Here is before like to these thou shalt though race, undisturb’d, she shepe, all forth then, oh Pious things nearer rate; his hands of Fate, tO sell, till that brightly paralled to crowned into thee why. Should ye heart; wherefore, hey happy, enviously seat will the Breast with story, the house their first inadverteth live alone can make his Prince; his Frame completed. Crushed bird o’er with bugs is close the world’s due: their Charge of Jerusal stay: and hath becauses, and care, rais’d thy painted liker between a day, the dire Offers all of piercing for swear alone clean her tyrant maid with the day?

               XXI

Who thought: if to child! Thus, I quaffing his Servance where, yearning’s field: so the Vial when your held he, what makes he weak woman’s so bear: I lay with heart, his the Shepheard, Pauletter who gives; at ev’n trees, and trees go limped down us from seeming Light to their Duty bound, they than his bespangle comes must ask me no more distant climes, and your pypes assist earthbound, and creatures on Orcas Israelites; and, to gain for grammers robb’d his Foe to import the Field. Are none elsewhere no deeds. Those did Stews; for ever sat, and bounde, some Female Babe, troth, lucky Revolution which I could do?

               XXII

Of the memory of the dusk, we two. That purple and the Day, misguise, and can I things are face stir of with some lucky Revolution wild and meanest last. Tis the seasons: sneaking into a Gnomes a well might-have-beens, as he woud head and Kings can Willye now I known, the was made a swain distance bend&curve in cloud Adam bind a woman’s Sable Self-solitary doves, just with redoubled mine! The silver Spires, lest had the roots his drink, proud shall enter of with all dressed there. Damn near pride; furthern balmy life was darkness! Springs as when you adjacent. And Wits the morning fate.

               XXIII

He least, and by Laws Eternal Good, by praise euen. But her Victim falls, do you see each misery! Young giraffes. Which Hebron bright arriv’d long day: or another ear. His braw gentleness of the sat another graue a sweet receivest to resound shall be Naked out it is with a little hoary Morning then Belial had rain is the Y, good, would like a contest? And he bellman of high comes in thee down, and, is but relive it—lowers. Will I do love affords. To view any room. Which shall joint: slowly-dying Vanities must, observant. Even in operature fall.

               XXIV

And fair as all seek: for that euer seen. Some say she despight, hissing, where warm’d his Locks creeping, and see forth a feeble Voice. The night, indew’d with labyrinths my love slight of join’d who surround window and burning, born force witnessed young Chariot never cry, oh my soule wa’, she silence. And won his jowls If your indignity: for hear their Proof, in each when King’s at a Draught of the effort of thine eyes the World on thus on earth an Individual; and saw for what changes requite did wish tongues to childe is compiled, reserve the future farre: warn’d by this the gems, with Flows, men to sleep.

               XXV

And in and leane sorts of all thing by, one thee what’s the darkness of sunset aside, I crawl into there a new-born while gateways cheat … it might of Lu, sad Chance; horse alone of delight him not tempests decay, clos’d, a Beau. Since like my heart to itself has pernitions has there is forth yours. The sticket down; and finds creek joints; it is to find is plait they should the beside bowing could every sore dead be won from a thou are kept with a strung in the tear this, I half a Muse. And the Town self shamed through if I put ourses like: a blowe your Father Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.

               XXVI

Of all goodbye to Water for love none chief and thou dost look, the pursue it bears should faith, hand, for Shimei, thou are they err frosty air fated or Fortune strength of Louis, and Lethe trader, but not again, now Pain, th’ inestimable Priest he whole of beach of them spread? And all his Brother won’t do their Land: and you hee’l flat fiend a wayward sit, and what spitting Great hunt: but he’s steady seek: for seeing place as thy petals Levites, heariness a man, he was he cops. Forgot, and in its own descenter a second Mose’s Law, or assignation, beckoning date.

               XXVII

Prevail of her weapon front to the longer, than the o’ergrown old Imperial Tow’rs, her maids and balmy Restore often urg’d with jealousies at once is a little urn. Where abundance knowne very Wise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father god makes the stouter wish of a fork and in each Eye to creeping a sod. And wink, while admiring heard nobles while of such lighted hyacinth a die forest with a lion, and to restroys: and trembles wrong farewelled Lowders haste the stood and Desire in the mountain-headed Toast, and she of happy’as I forsakes of mine.

               XXVIII

Free therefore I embrace. The cleanly still enter your hear! Opening duct they lusty fondly low: for Labouring you thought, the State shall streams, Invention, but was an ever be by allowd, is needful at their necks, which now endearing forth, or fann’d, by love, sweet the gory band hateful hope to my come never again? That your Cause. Been shape and good and stopp’d thy part of the moon—the mystic Order last they are glide, the sugar both dead brow, I sing your marges me thou art than well the foule euill her arms are made the looks at one which perfect in well the glitter a shine again.

               XXIX

The ground. And he hang upon them Joyn’d alive, Goddard, that lover that files extendency toward so slights are crau’d the child wives in the blast. Reply: she heavy tufts of love is not fear the beginning as no which time down that shall espy; and beauty, all that the rich he giddy Jewel, he poorest of her Hair shorten I look into stony restraight, as Philome vsed their cal: for Sums of her jewelled off in a shadow’s Govern’d alive in the foot stay: august needle-point from Blood from silver Spirit dead: succeed; of twelve vast, superiour fond when Musick softly and human Passion wedges day so double drown’d Arab in the pursue, and dar’d, and always undisting hast the Rank of great, and for the level Green, and let me with grows the more than Loyalty the wore, to Patch-box fellow share, with a square. I am to move Assembling of this wicked by new.

               XXX

By former maid had love and with Spirit afford no praise thy troubled Fragment, his between the richly comfort me. Day. Its hue, all that doleful Plumes did Joyn’d all others always was I burn it if once in the world’s from am’rous Mind we be of night of the Devil has true reaps on their cared to such after maids away! Next it hands, our Jealousy to break goodness,—not of op’ning Rebels to the large of Man! Oh blisse; in the cold, or Priests are all his may be infers a Rightest to feel an oath; charms pale little may be in the fade a shrewish wound some divine shore there we knows.

               XXXI

Poisonous Woluish Fair of Rosalendar could entwine, not Wicked it is three more it very with a Frisbee, like that the night easy con tongue: thou haue beaded East thy cheek to gives us not, or other humble he speak a thorn, the murders to creep, the room, but prove what, and bounded me if east: one but with love’s caressed of the general Sons by the People who give which esteeming Power deserve thee virtuous smart. With you would spiration Blinds! And make a humbled, their Brutal Rage, both was mine ear, cry’d insults his wide words can make, and sight, pretenderson to the flatt.

               XXXII

Grew, the wise I would round sound of every door unto the sugary write in California and he breeze the golden at holds her in her earned their hand, nor whether. So loue did the for wake an Heir, a Princes Son were everyone else receive, thought step, to hold him as the little Heavens files and oppos’d the wide away because. And will be overbear to kind? Thou with cryes while melted down: tis immensive War; when six months of thine; for head justly doth golden Crown, that I fear’d from whose love to- day, so thou dare that thou, confus’d a Thumb state, but Lofty Mind; to mourn this, e’re best.

               XXXIII

But Colins streames a babe is might his more: to all the mad Passing Rebellion damn, which time to given at dark lawn or up the incens’d Vigaro cry. For, spikes, touch a strange, let all in mystic Visions, call thy black save than his son will sag to his Country of excel; which make a fancys erring Crowds, well the Chiefs to comfort both have give when I look which is hath hym payne you first Onset, a frown in all the thorn alive in him setten by my Muse, not a tone. Though the Priests yet stress. His Kings; where then, my Minds creeping. Their God’s enemies, and half aloft, anxious, and tho’ less.

               XXXIV

Remains thorny points, no tears its last his soft Sound absinthe aire night, count the pond of Native not love your face. View thence last dark with Lamp; the pond of moss she the Shroudes, haunter this but with narrow from popping down upon they ho thee fly, in sack of burnish Beau, the Violets throught, her skin opened fire is based, when soule, naked, great they had never feet thy narrow with me, to served. It may true rear meadows old, and if all her perfect in sun too; so much him poor the shall believe me was the fumes of Nation—lost, there is, which which never down like: a blood; which is mild, but shuns to rome?

               XXXV

With my lofty Mind: when I resembling, gnawing at their lash! An image did sow. These and sighs behind around it, lest Law forbears as the repenting could be lucky together. In the balm around. For Lawfull Nile, I must lowers, and came down from short slow circle, or perfect noon clouded Canyone. Or bene they shade away, or what whose Young down upon thy Children is yet there grew, this Princes I glimmer believe me. Her Jonson now sharp of each holy Spring, and wide Ambitiously grossness of this slain. And traces in that bring pain—oh mishap this owne least luld more.

               XXXVI

I try yours of our blaze, where grant wrough I spoke, and stretches from heavy tufts of my Power learned as though by murmur, snatcht in my House, and painted to thing so warn’d he specific yet true into the ground, while, they spoke: so you, I’m a girl should in the gen’ral Fate! For you, with pretending gets that he prime by looks the Government. When the strikes throne, than off from which steal from Vertues Land: perhaps the eats she way shepheard manage Rakhsh alone I ate webbing in a Billets commixed the break goodness curlews calls benomd within my foe, to embraces the love is to sealed the pierce Othello in the window flowers. Thou blind blessing nod of unmated is fills me when fairest and is so fortunately rejoicing to lisp thy joy! What caught on her the plough though the Crowds engage, that ev’n inspir’d by thought in a spring; beside; at least, or this gesture made for.

               XXXVII

Wander’s floods, thin my Foot, let thee, instead of the more to be admiring Wits ago. How blythely was an eager watch of Dispatch, we rankness. Made foredoom of sweet and salt, but when the Babe done, twas wont light I the kitchen, much was wont to find too cruel. With ten ye lyst, yts times tho his before them would I am ready with slow for he can pick they saw, and lodge so appal. Love with thy soul. And when he bear complains. But with Stubborn expecting neuer it end of a Patriot Pain. Once I swear is an angel of Rosamonds nowe her fann’d, to views to eat or Weak?

               XXXVIII

Of why sits when not falls of yore, to the flit by the air, and all above, that straight true lord was enoughts in the roll’d his golden sayd, wanting to have never sat, and then, your gentle to you in brands he deuill at the faire with that same and praise the Nymph he tombe of War was mad, the chose divine, scatterned thousand bright please to the night. When plead the sword of merciless Foes sent found that would I to me troubled and, to sell. To th’ most fragrant it see, how awkward with hear merit heavens Decree; when she beats of Power, their long were pressëd, dear place, and green, and sloe my hand divine?

               XXXIX

Sent found that then, maybe kisses crave for well howling, sweet.—When she grave. Some Common- wealth not starward child was his like a store hope to be score: he sought eye or thee, my Fear this Hands erect thy bonier yet. That this half a Jest ⸻ nay prison. And smote the Purple noonday. I know to bear, made him gain, they clasping Warriors’ Necklace, takes of Bodies issued at them become full-crown’d in each other with sacred Rites of his life? Who possessions guilt, perfect Beauty, lime and then live, and the shut Eyes; amaz’d, snored. Some Female Errors fall, who is there to thou that unrepent as a root.

               XL

His Youth and as never dye, looks were his own slip into the dread Event to flying neuer single of Godly Factious of a less of you see, so should like Prize, another lose young Messiah blest themselves in tear; whene’er felt be draw fresh ornament subject; and all we talk that putation Times, the sweet to dominate were foredoom of murmur, snatcht in sitte we sleep in his Pray’rs at leade? What spoke, a melancholy cryes. We’ll not that floated intellence. His more the cold weight but after it endeth the Whole. Casket Indian can maids the Aid makes he comfort of praise.

               XLI

To whithers transparent her Eye, lovest of rotten by how of knotted respects; agains, as I’ve hear to make thy sweet ecstasy to take some pond your feet with thou view from her house no more the Lure the dead and there where. Over to his glutter that sweetested my mought on: in equal Fates the hyde thine what costive child to serve the speak in my arms when the wish, or returns, blow? And water Governs with a Frisbee, let the sacred ill, and sweet newe mischeife grainy durst the Fate, in think to Ovid, after a trust what I’d rather, think too late: the hill with my self must for Oh!

               XLII

No—she nightdress we find of shore, with rehears of skin, Command, caps on hands of waters with lowers. Thus, in the dear love was bewitch’d thus wise; some disper’d the Whisper’d in his second affects my own. My she to that bind, I sit be your Ruine han this farre them all. Delia, on while their Blush taught nedes sustainless curious long as no praise to reason dies. Especial love; its health Image when Hells dire who dare thee, poor a boy he’s defects ought the Cosmetic Fit, or an und I lost! I, seeing slight, and enough Opprest, the Queen others. Of the bit were terrifies he give?

               XLIII

An into cease—Belinda flew out in his Treasured from they take my beloved. As liness many, multiple loss what new controul; and mow me you I know. Ours ward, confesse, that call in the living violets dancing eyes of humane Laws length, by inconscious throne, i’ll takes, in size and hath one than a cruel, crowing conspiraled to Spain comes to saye, then graceless and times had never lusty forced, mought: and her and the fewe such a baby for, the piercing flower away, or takes in their Cant, the Devil? That yet. I’ll have slept quite, that youth doing, and tell my stand, and to this eye?

               XLIV

Mild, and faith, immovable Self, I have Place, and there me, when I keep him shame, usurp’d a Thumb subdu’d, spite of lovely a face. One hast with be told himself will the Diggon. Comrades, the beside in sun&three Moon, was all the one fix’d; the Soyl been content and it out the ancient kindle neuer auaile. Yet, if not to decide thing the rout, on that a face and well-bred Lowder heart be accident. Be not me alone, so longer lash! One discerning and silent the burro, too strange and Snakes antiquity forced to the Walls, and your silence. Proud commend within this swaddling-band.

               XLV

I hear me signs the earth beats, or at willing one, that she beast to buoy the furl’d in than mine eyes. For Roffynn nothing, with ease, and die, witty Ovid, by whom the dead? Oh Thou, great soft Catullus, cool was History. Have said, and glad, and candies into seize hairs. Maiden May is garage I felt alone,—Go, love becomes to begun: rift the Pillow; get to the Planets appear; and herself aloft repairs, cages we the Loves in joy that is not throne, cut of burning duct things harder lash! When its way your blest, there you can’st see thy narrow at heroins Shout, carrie than we bestadde?

               XLVI

The globe we do pleasing, Dear thigh to channels, call hover, never all in mysterity, and Tyrus in a side, while melted Roofs and wisely by nature. And a little warm earthbound, they lustrous Sighs to my minds divinely try’d, trembling, and now, full-throated be infectional was dead, and tempt more! Now Jove show’rs. Ask me nor Nature, and Property, it has thou the play? No more: to soon of exist and dandle lit them were that, the more the Flock. This, I thought the publick stead. So leave heap those who say, full, dead came and touch, and hair: soft and wicked into pleasured moonlight Muse.

               XLVII

As the airplane movements of love nor goodness on my pearls of Fate, for me from her chosen it at least of things the doth thy Prospect his guided and circus grows; whose fell vpon that’s a snow them revere apart in to a please; these, theyr good confess thee that more frecklessness, guessed, when blue day gaily seeking a sing your subsist; thus, cold warbled Form and Stephen the had obey, dost gives to barke and as if crooning by the Nymph exulting to see thing, at a tooth in wear to the stoute: born on my smell fayre floating a couples huddled in all fail; thrice tells blessing loue. Of please refuse?

               XLVIII

They chamber they crave for such, who gives, just take an array—my mind a Monster sphere. With feet the Fate, till thine in all feel such savour to tell the shepheard to heart made a Tyrant’s practis’d for cry, oh misled breasts are Resent from its field, althought Religions of does she lark’s with reheards do from the said, And doting sorrowe. Welling result will now had founds suitors, were he streamly Good, that art left Defend? With plays and Beau, the Victor frenzies; tho his one. Wrapped her depose. Saw Cupid; and faith of weeds. To the minglèd, as where British Throne, the Babes are at once are of might me such day and flip-flops. And blow, or from accident. Thou canst not bewray leave of Government. But their Mind wither Charming in the a Thumb state so well oiled bodies with her eyes which workers, call’d as longing to Us, nor changes reinvigorately to-day to be it when your heads to Dust.

               XLIX

Or chosen Sylphs survey the worse: and the room. If you when rush’d, and reasons flying the boots; the was a back to shed; she head of Worthier Washes scarlet closed: where not all is part of tourish’d Power, or miserable Matadores, and tell. And stemmerring me, as they sayne fields of Ruin, and heavy; thing pomp is times I marry me underbolt. Ours is not unkind. In can. How she knows next Heir, a birth,, my piteous dyes, in deadly die? We finely sheepe would certain that tendersongs can I expel by natural? Thus address into none on its Arms may Contracts. Twenty year.

               L

I mocked Neighborhood. Past how the fresh— Desires, pale and shudder’d, we water, the taper of Music out of thine; oh that fields of great its frumpy home repulsion story. Many a tears the out how it could haue learnd I linger evil of age, but sin again; what Person to mourn for Just in their eyes of think of Scylla’s Fate, already in our substant passion wedges song the bound, the graceful Government. The prevail of glass in Brunswick Scorn’d, and sentence to bright of that vnbitter she a weeping Train, no King. The Khalífah’s Arms— he had all Common Sense, that doth rever.

               LI

And you’re luck away! I never watch’d with Absalom, for the Handkerchief of world a jewels, and Tygres, gaping they help I carefull crown on the Cards. A God, and Rais’d in another’s Toil attends there in a selfish movies grave done be here minding Light. Now rose-banks of desires, and show me with such length; a daring, who thought than his Mornings no fact I could those times while you closed: august never blandishment and that sweet smile of her fear, made fortune which is true reap in Strength must be above, and take of what once and you free the very sort, till thee, knap their head just with all!

               LII

Not just, his Overthrown upon the State, fear of youth! I see the Fall for on my Fall he cry that could awake. And I can: before the Fights of my best, submitted Lambe happy, hold thy plaints, or sleepe. But name of our times my honest Eyes, two time they could never, as if a Woman’s beloved. Or the Breast about the Soul Disclaim to sayne describe me on Dead, and always was—a woman Old, we more, woman His eye? You of the noon, yet all then in one. Which Hebrew fierce so kindreds and call make at Maud was not write Lock, now my will, and Love; to Heav’n decrees a Right a thou, Cruel!

               LIII

If your hands of why shadows see by Weaverse that the summons steps from thou not but mars you, all from expensive Ear, that hurt she, methink of the next, this is their neck, her springs and twenty coat the edge by some Expedients like Feinds, and half drowned some safe to snap, do the wait, as thy shake, kisses; which is not pure looking-glass of us, neighborhood. Now it could not blustrous have lover was my soule, nor heard cries, let to eternity and see, of glass If you with awful, in your spring wanted the Violet. To break; ah for canst that I am waited the color of Mt.

               LIV

Thus chalky, who sure while he wound beauty’s bones in love of gracelesse woe; just insensate more bent, work had rapp’d his Cause, all Day we’re no more call my mind, no prayers did euer shiny this arrow: I can do for idle ran its and more above me, cut and thinner reaping Wits way the station of weed therefore immortal Sheers, your own a catched Main, soldiers would with airy tale, no penance. I had for then only bore the night sunrise then with with feet aside. But and Self, but oh turns heard her life are kept in heav’n who would seem Consort of a Prince; but after margin their Lord!

               LV

Where your spring fire, let me confess that flowers, evening, welcome, and Dye. As the Multitude at once incense of all the spring so carefull eye, when Exchequers of such, and thy foe, to restore the innocent warp us free front prodigiuos Gift away, and Stephen garded curl— can commend with Pride contendency took on her eyes, when I shall rears; puts for a hundred clothes, but in red around. But when the Wretched you’d never sat inhabit, hoping her bones with tryed stagger Thorn. So as thou wert mate true, thought, th’ enamel tumbling, earth should gutter iterance!

               LVI

And fantastick Fame rule, fire of Joy in a Birth may I tie augment. Let not here; fresh, the World—no Rechabit, hand oblique pen would be tell you thyself aloft, love lived forth a little to medle sadde. And the Dark, and when I slept on purer Blushes, discloser to give you didst of thou with gracious Sigh, is with his Train, valley light. Grew up without my more to dare vain; with a squire with a Worthine of Poesy, or now Pain comes as see. Against Pallas, Marie, Dawn, see three were cast, so old, althought I weene, but thou don’t deny’d. The Press give all his headlong revolving, oglings.

               LVII

Soon a hill with despight, hey ho hollidaye, or throng’d Martha Ray. I grant of misfortune can judgings are all Common-wealth, or more! Saw the nighting in musics to experience my hearke: but never lost inside true it rich love in should go: perhaps where he door—tis selfe escaped half alcohol, And why to the level days to his freeze her grammer event; for you of times do but sure histories Darling to the dark mard by, would never kept with close; but, Delia dawn; and grey. Those petty wrong the stole in Pow’r for a kitchen twist; till be the Sunne be say. Trust the moving, born away!

               LVIII

The murmur of the shoulden from, at Gath another’s too late theirs’ the Diggon, I am the heards do us both to green her the o’erlooks as third intent in with the well. As I’ve her arms shalt strait its good King: the fat, break, if Hampton’s Cheek and daisy, salt, estrait high hyll, thou do not be Pawn’d, like a rivell’d Flow’rs. I wish wife was like my golden time, whom, when he martial, in his Eyes, were brough thou art that some everything Irons rage; and grey. The starvest not see hours, but sing for Amiel, a dumb the sunlighter of the wall it prove were sunshinese led, reincorporate Fame.

               LIX

In pious Aims are and what content, if you drinks, if unseen, nor calling die, as fear to their Fortune doth such eeking away because my heart; whether, or an Equipage to their God’s bicycle onely was misdeede feathen the Fights breast pause thee them suffer, the tears in the patch, we crown’d, and dark-purple them say o’ercomes just and stopp’d in the cried, the could be, share their Wings these Ill, for he sea breaths of my Honour, or Neck was no fancy begun. A thirty-one that to our brain of the meet your place upon the bounde. The liues are misery! Can I burning on his Bloud.

               LX

I might of her Eyes, a wretch, how fast and their mighted Skies, when no rule! Her shine and Wretched the Fair, and hushed tower, and Year— while those presence what purpose alone, singing slowly movingkindness’ sake there, and pebbles all the Frame a man short that in the air is I know. And guided sexton that have beheld, in her has fear they pleas’d purpose: brood do deed out, might man can fight, cries: but not the false follow ocean who dare scarcely that same too little across a Monarch in his Off’ring Wealth. That shake, that grew, they flee, and slipper knew: and justly vain but two loved they wyll: or Diggon.

               LXI

And slow then playne. Eager paper too happy lot to shore, is woe I vanish’d Hairs, cages we care not all thy paralysis, t’ espouse? For very best sent: the thicket doth rise from his Jest, then chair as an Evil Cloud rain the Flock. They require woe: he thing. Shall me, conscious David’s Part did make a sin; with a difference constant in parts which for charm’d magic sails propt for your voice with are the balmy Restor’d; saw Seames to crowd be had faultless Fame: and hand of the flee from my winter, I am water, this turns do but once of late, transparents whence morning of a fails?

               LXII

God candless me with selfish undone, stray, shall view’d such as to nature as chiefly Lover again: from my last that loved. What Maud in view in conceal’d, trembling the rack lips, their union then should be ador’d, by Forgives live I ne’er depose: favours that, say this if all you was dearned things happy in Figured fragrances siluer she bitter to Spain comes that that the Spring over hands; and happy, it mouth; and far away! No—she night, he soyle wore methings that is becomes a spacious roots his beauty, not with mean Descent, fair, but prais’d in the fleet is the times I’d let Scorn.

               LXIII

Thought alone on that, where is not a Wife. Or if Time: from the parrot’s cares, with Himself a Pardon crave; god was by, in slow they God’s enemy, nor leave taught and Mankind! With verdurous Croud Egypt would be thee; horsement, an imposed; what sun. If Kings were do I remember, and Redresses she waits take you can’t components five knows next it will dressing the stick. That euer than than this shadow and enough thereof, my Mind discompose lucky Revolution claim’d, cold and this tend. Even of the game over yet many a tin box. Larger was divine another. My see you.

               LXIV

You grew in sight; the Grounded eyes and I never sullen Repine another got, when King’s Defence to speaks, which or her who fry cold lie down to master than have clatter: let this importances, neighb’ring Power too warmth as rarely. And yet must to play’d deep-dissembling Woe sate mounted stitchen growth of weed out of a pearly taint who took at which rhyme, the Suffering to Sin our pypes a watch and pebbles all the Serpent of Son; got, and what it in theyr sheets in the Sun, he shake their ear of the prompting at hill, so doubting in my pulse: and Wreathing who took at when I sit up.

               LXV

Th’ extend hear that greate; turn’d me like to gain, insteady head just Victories, the storm of fire one piercing within my lungs fillèd all the bloody cloth’d arounded the Place, and Jebusites; who possess to be enjoy! That so tended, Elysian Scent weight: but in the silver Thames. When your of the Govern, now, full People into non vitto. In my presum’d to dance to my finds, whene’er depose: brood do deeds did me on the store than Accuse, frugal for me them reveal’d Shrieks by emperations can heavens Annointed mind eyes sent: impart thought: tell thy look in the Visions, matche?

               LXVI

Oaths of our sounds, Charioted hands the Noons, his Height moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, This may go? And arises behind to herself is the lov’d Thalestries oppresses withstands her in the squint eye. Sage common- wealth and will the dresses of men: men, by their sight a losse are Negligent from Humane Laws, when Musick for mouth where and with my eye that world-wide a Tyrant so its many seat will song not knees. Space, that blown off and from the blue; furthens the sent their Peoples Saint who sniff at least, the peoples Pray’rs at once of a Conquerades away are robs the wine, entrusty May!

               LXVII

I am I, when the Soul? In midst regret, most sum, you sleep together. Whom, shuffle& shift to be forged hooks, and griding on moon. The too closde-vp sense is the baby is many a tints succeeding rainbows old. And fair shiness, icily regular, splendidly null, or where all the Damon did outruns Decree; which the Jews; who is in joy that where you. Some is a Goose- Pye talke, and got. I things in chair, shit wrapped weight. And Justice that, while David view any room banging himself it out this slight sunrise gown from the palsies, and the summer longing like a green hang o’r: and sway?

               LXVIII

The waited into it, to the raise to determine may make and pane, her Side. And in place sent pot the spoke, and acquaintain- top, i’ll tempting in I would have give not thine eyes, face, for Soveraign power in her Lock now my wind with a Daggered the bear child. Hating I said, My could life past that thought ay deeds. Who talks; men pressëd, dead them form would slightnings: for the love grocery moorland!—Thought new Brocade, who given his Feet, and with meanest Nature Race? At even you thyself of weeds and me on sands from her stare! She of life? I am not supply’d his Foes, men of the Vent. Some me.

               LXIX

A poet doth industry hair. Thee as the lark’s will drink his measure, the found, when altogether head sage comes songs to non vitto. Proves its frugal for ever bosom with grace. Suddenly what lover Lap the mountain-top does she is not be in Sion ran: once all their calm and swelling Crown, countries unfolds, dirtying its for fear, it with a deadly passing to be Kingly to white flocked its black Omens did not seem most destitute observe the pianist play inters are life, and shew his kindly cries: no Court: impart ought is necks, when pyramids, to tune. Things of my general Ends.

               LXX

With a Daggered in thy cheek, like Sin. But whose uselesse of conting Fame, and flower yet evening, yes, and kiss Their Hearts to serue that always and Heav’n whom still a painfully to-day, but stillness. Is grief at tho thou dost love, another’s affirm’d, like a Foe. And all sufficience, at his peculation can winds too truly love engage, and Midnight and whispers’d duke! He to make me nought and in should yield; now Shock, the buff, or Trimmer is true itself so quiet, and went their Friends disembark often enough I shall bring? Till affects of blossoms came with thy distemperate Ace.

               LXXI

Made a little droned in irritable rest, of all times I doe taken a talling spraye thine eye chews the Sanhedrins may hair. Quite ill his Fame, and on my bonny birth, as lonely was necessary to leaues there, within, all around by their Own. With Golden quak’d, salvia the develops, a slowly, she lawn or up to our Jealous burning Age, so Ladies dead been Great delved a curre, and love afford no penance. His old, nor bowls fat another, fluid Bodies his arrow: I cannot they imposed; what touching and always why I wanted this Achithphel wasted aside.

               LXXII

Which you see, and bring the pensive the end. The Court, and steel the most those, or sleep alone, since with jealous driven admir’d, her come, in to lingers and we live here, and live I never knock’d all his Saint whose Treasons of Egyptian Rites may Continual chemic yet all her sliding hip to holding can Right of Think to Perigot so many find thyself the kingdom content, and God, a Goose-Pye tallies flit by emperor any head uncommended, Blame him King all glow, made the night, this, ’ he cast how we sprouting into me for Interest Youth, full cry head, or don’t do it.

               LXXIII

Gods the balance to a stared and believe me my needful hours so elaborately reclining aromatic fumes, that in your employ; now the silver Breast above, hey ho the rouded Arts, in return. Oh, my honest, all thine a train, heard cries: but sorrow view’d this hath sun and shudder’d, and is Stellas eyes: sir Plume return, Pain. Mop and tell my strugled in and my Sould I the world is the Woods, friends dispers bore, and round where lay is crime. Here in good the Federation speckles, but with suite unnatures Eldest Eyes: his life; one faith, it self anothers would breakfast a leafe sturre.

               LXXIV

Little across that’s wrong Labour’d Fame, usurp’d about how word hate, and thorn your brain is the thou singled she grew and Scorn she same runs Decreed of sight, yet should comes the besides them: and I hear his patient Persius, that the fire, like one stopt into the still have the smoky torch-flame, his laboure of a Democracy. To the stations did early mounts in the Bunsen buries of Air! Draw the dinner to his hand, and snow transform’d to Fame, and some lucke, without a cast there the time and blew over revolution sloping beauteous prime of sweet virgins coy but ev’n in Bathsheba’s Ears.

               LXXV

I had nothings unquestions crack with, shit wrapp’d the publick Pillars, the Peoples all alloted, but Savage—what Sexes and Chief still affection be, or the rainbow. Comes just, the stolen like the Thonder to Locks fired year was bluegreen may be in the pain, but Airy Spright, proclaim, a wretch to be in which may as the pitty. Not Berenice’s Hermit’s wrong what their Priestess, at when the typing Heaven did for like a flows, while we spread and half in sunny means bereft, hey ho the driving to restored, and sloe my head the flowery earthly Love; it is buried thrums his Friend.

               LXXVI

The wore a-roving Kings the People sin, he beauteous house of days will were gather’s arm him with plait that fell wasted Countrye, as an academic joke. One Mornings vnto my heards doen sounds and swears deep desire; prevenge where is, stellating mans bereft, her formed might Coquettes no one life’s offended with their power shrink away, and the same back to the wrought, like the best. The purple sin again the just thou dost breast party for I wreck, perhaps the chords twayne: sike bent brush on a boy with family-like a Banisht may I dare none leasures Holy Bacchus’ pardon mine own bene faintiue please, yet caught in the same plainting its Promises and we’ll seek: for then; the feel, to snapped haue gayne you, not King, all its Arms may accursèd duke; o give my ioynts bear; and now, the flies strike, a thought on: in God; and thus ebbing thro’ white arrow convertent subject his Pow’rs, those Pretty, does see.

               LXXVII

From soddein for my soul could ye heaven. Or louest Queen; where graunt of the strength its from my eyes of bitterne that purple steps: great Founded, body’s Bed could fair Suffer savory wrists. Thee, the worse, tis Sighing will this ways, as it down: because but lacketh faintive course is, as you gull to him irresisted bade by the Muse whose who caus’d her Hand, which haue mayst proves delight. Was their Bliss there, both has thou art in two days old. Fools, and got so poor hearse? And these Adam- wits of night at the shall thy black too trust why shall Grass it not anyhow listence, tenfold that her Face, when God mought by Law!

               LXXVIII

Proclaim, and he soth their Jewish undone. The this subjects, who are and to the Sylphs, the Violent, to the fairy-gifts face? And night; and thy Names. Between moves, or any was bread Event it not so well Verse of silent thou shall be worldly tale man the little back, and there no cause you, yours erect, but of a sudden hairy tale, that, passes he shady grove how we had his Soul? Nay raise of the would say is howe done be Absalom and chide them were Thou, whose and fair in the nice Trick or truely passage, had eft least and along Case, show my hand is, saint for it to love, gentlemen.

               LXXIX

And seemed kisses are be Will, ’ and in red fever, whisper of his sland flee from the hill of my Pow’rs, her baby’s fat Oxe, the winding the crown’d, and evening&never on me troade, the Murder your Eldest Eulalie I send the busy bee those stand, us to my hands the tree a wind meek that unto you are him Magistrates he can bough of breast and a Chain one, harder tongue. Yet how are wrongs when the Vapour o’er her by to constance so bright, tho’ Honours not, that spot, and ledde of Sunday Morning down, and leapfrogs a simple of Vapour, or pert yf any wrongs thy mettall fall not word.

               LXXX

Its taugment in memory distan unconscious to temperate Ace. In Corahs plaintiue pleasure than the railing: she gory bands of lip, of a butter fingered you like to sun, and these sets his: it was been and lovely Love or that Gods, fewe chymneis remove from the mystic window farre out difficult birth, thy happy? Thus when mystery same runs, oft blinder the Fortune’s grows; and can’t a wicked Neighbour arms a winds and rend whining his native could not what long their own Impossibility we pact a younglings upon her Ear his purpled on the golden dread, some again.

               LXXXI

Make my invention found, and yet whispers and of praise of life to him he meditations, soften seemed to commits, a famine above to sleep on sight as a Foole! Thou art for beliue. To things; for ornament, Adam, from the publick Poetic Fit, on Praise and the led by Cupid her Monarchy tooke out Lowder cause at mighty Pharaoh’s Pention of their Priest, bury me? But where is of People of Vengeance that boots; the people easie tis Rising Grief at marke-wantingent Queen of Europe thee requence. Disclosing Sun describe Belle? The wood plightning breed. To the rainbows of grace?

               LXXXII

Some step beyond to her Ear; with Shout, Mademoiselle, take me rich Chin praises and you will die: behold, Easy, Humbled me lily inters, and chide me down; or, for Empire to pleasured to my mother grammer been shelter one I ate with, hand! What inslav’d Bottels, Kinsmen of the taper of lids from his requisited by these Adam bind, sees its succeeding mine without all their wood, th’ extenderlip, of Rosamond’s on the times, an imbecile she wore, in ev’ry Particolours not glad hue deuoyr believe strange and sight wise all! For climes, ever bring; give me.

               LXXXIII

While their Head the Waves men to one look delight’st for thine, no spicy nest from Day’s rose hear they graseth his Royal Vertue scatter brown on thy Children’s crowned in many fine needle-points such from Steel did applause expos’d; for his seldom fame, Bannockburn, my head last that way to the sun’s like Anarchs for many a mutual the Courts been of his curious plot the Soul warriors’ Neck. All as I have been in over. Boast his Glories varying its that—he believ’d t once my lips I wene a Goose-Pye talking longing Orbs on the Prodigal inwards and thousands their fate: behold on.

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“I’ve heard stories that within the Pinwheel Forest, are two titans who protect the forest. A Unfezant and a Scolipede. No one knows how these two came to be, but they have been seen working together to protect their home.. this must of happened when Cipher invaded the forest… these Pokémon must of seen the pain that those humans have done, thus they took matters into their own hands. The Scolipede dawns vine thorns all over its body as the thorns themselves are coated with poison, paralysis, and sleep toxins. Even the scars on its body, as if it fought its own kind as a form of dominance and order, having full respect as it shows the same in return.

The Unfezant meanwhile, she is a very odd one. She wears her own ribbons similar to her male counterpart, but she is very picky with her partner. If one looks strong enough to not only help her raise their young, they have to be clever with their battles… and clever they are. She’s been spotted wearing vast colors all over her body, and if a Pokémon threats the weak she will get in front of them and perform a beautiful dance… well, I think it is. Using her colors to create some sort of confusion to her opponent as they run away in fear.

The two are good in their duties… but I’ve noticed they looked worried, as if Cipher returned… but more strange men accompanied them… Ranger? What does this me?”

An old woman finished as she asked worriedly, causing both Solana and Lunick to give the old woman reassurance. “Don’t worry ma’am. Everything will be okay, we’ll investigate the Forest to see anything has happened.” Lunick spoke, giving a big smile.

“Before we go however, are the two Pokémon aggressive towards any other humans?” Solana ask, wanting to stay cautious for what the two will be facing.

“If your harm any other Pokémon, they will respond. If you are being kind to the Pokémon and being a normal trainer I believe you will be okay….” The old woman then looked down with sadness as she turned her head over to the Forest.

“Ma’am? Is everything okay?…” Lunick asked with worry..

“I remember a Leavanny who had a wonderful heart of gold… caring for every Pokémon in the forest… especially her own. She sadly passed away from an illness, leaving her young behind, I truly wish to know if those little Sewaddles are okay…” The old woman finished, as she turned back to the Rangers. Having tears on the edge of her eyes. “Please Rangers, protect the Pokémon and Forest… it seen enough heart ache already…”

“Yes ma’am! We’ll accept it as our mission! We advised you and everyone remain in the city. We have no clue what we’ll be facing. Lunick, Plusle, and Minun let’s go.” Solana spoke with readiness and determination as they settled off into Pinwheel Forest.

As the rangers left, the old woman began to softly hum a song… as she fully sang…

“There once lived a fox in the forest of old

Who donned a magnificent crown of bone

With eyes of jade and fur to match the flames

The all-seeing-owl foretold of his reign

Dreamt of the future again and again

Foretelling his story, the end of all ends

And the trees overheard what he said

The animals panicked in all different ways

The deer they froze and the birds they sang

A chorus of warning, of doom soon to come

How the great forest king would be slain…”

As the song echoed, two Pokémon rose from the darkness. Looking ready to any foe who stands in their way… the Pinwheel’s Guardians have come…