(3) Part Two Aurore and John
(Part Two Begins)


*The ship slips its moorings quietly in the still of the night, laying in gentle repose on the bed listening to the sound of river water against the hull,taking this time of peace before I face the tempest of the mission. My thoughts with my dear freinds I leave behind in deception for their safety,by now
@OrientalEnigma will have my letter,the subterfuge of which saddens me greatly, leaving Paris deceiving @OrientalEnigma and @NerineGaddesby I will pray for their forgiveness.Silently the captain with great skill and stealth navigated the ship along the river seine, passing through Rouen as my travel clock strikes twelve, gentle waters lapping against the ship’s hull, lulling my senses into a deep restful sleep. At dawn the great ship groans pitches slightly as if with relief the huge bow rising and falling with the waves as we leave the harbour of Le Havre with Honfleur on the port side turning to port following the channel with England on the starboard side, making good headway along the French coastline to Brest. The winds much stronger now as the first mate steers the ship to the starboard side at Brest following the coast south, France on the port side the winds stronger from the Celtic sea behind us the ship pushing forward into the Bay of Biscay. My toilette complete feeling refreshed by rest I leave the small cabin that of the first mate who has relinquished it for the journey to take a stroll on deck the sea winds invigorating, a pale complexion now flushed peach I stand on the starboard side of the deck, a pale delicate hand rest on the massive rail as I look pensively out to sea, the keel of the ship slices though the water like a knife its sharp blade cutting a path across the waves whipped up by the winds, the early morn breaking on the horizon with hues of red and orange the glow giving my frame the aura of sunrise. Bright shards of light sparkle across the waves, the wind twists and turns one way then the other, its cool fingers playing with my free dark tendrils which fall like gossamer around my shoulders, taunting my inner senses sending shivers of a love lost across every fibre of my being. The ship pitches and falls as it cuts through the water, seagulls encircling the huge mast, sails billowing in the wind catching every breath, the heartbeat of the ships power. Spending most of my day in idle chatter with the captain and first mate showing great interest as they plots our course, after the evening meal retiring to the small cabin, with a warning from the captain rough seas are likely while we sail in the Bay of Biscay. The great ship shudders and strains as a tempest blows outside the candle in its gimbal swaying and flickering as the great hull of the ship cries out creaking with every wave as if squeezed by Poseidon himself. The bow riding to the heavens reaching for the stars on the very crest of each curved wave held in Poseidon’s hand, at his whim he roars with the wind sending the ship plummeting downwards the bow at the gates of hell, the stern on the crest praying for god’s mercy. The ship pitches then rolls I pray that I will survive this night, breast rises and falls with each breath as I tremble taking a thin shawl tying myself with some difficulty to the rail on the side of the small bed, as the tempest threatens to crush the ship, the candle flickers and dies. In the blackness my heart pounds breast heave as breath hitches, my thoughts escape the gods furry closing my eyes with gossamer lashes containing the dread which consumes my form, a vision of lost love flickers in the refuge of the mind, a man handsome and powerful who I thought loved me beyond all others, deserting me in an hour of need, no word no goodbye. The tempest roars its force not abating securing my bonds tied to the bed, closing my mind to its rage, if I should die my last visions will be of his face, his smile the touch as his fingers tracing the contours of my curves sending exquisite waves tingles and pulsing to heaven’s door, yielding to the passion explodes tempestuously as bodies entwined, the tempest outside plays with this fragile vessel as our passion rode the waves in unison joined in a moment of eternal pleasure. As the storm reaches it crescendo I call his name John why did you leave me why? The calm after the tempest show’s on the faces of the crew, the first mate giving orders as the men are making repairs caused by the tempest, looking skywards I issue a silent prayer, smiling a greeting to the Captain as he comes on deck, the wind is fresh as the Portuguese is hoisted, entering Spanish waters we are now not far from our destination Port, where I will be met and escorted to the fort of @DukeBraganza, no past feeling will be displayed only a formal greeting as I act on behalf of my uncle minister for war for her majesty the Queen regent of France.
He read the letter for the third time. It had arrived by trusted courier this morning, and was short, simple and polite,requested an audience to discuss matters of trade. No matter how hard he tried, he could read nothing further into the letter than that. Which was as it should be. If the Spanish had intercepted the letter, they would have garnered no useful information from its contents. A meeting to discuss trade. Simple, to the point, and absolutely no indication that the pair of them had even met before. Still, he had a feeling that trade was not the sole reason for her visit. After all, the Spanish were busy plundering his country of resources. Trade was not good. Surely the French had more profitable trade routes to pursue. He absentmindedly opened his bureau drawer and gazed down at her likeness, wondering if she still kept his. He couldn’t help but wonder if she still remembered him fondly, or whether she carried a grudge for his leaving in a hurry. He frowned slightly, then shook his head. If she’d intended to drive a knife through his ribs, she’d have surely done it before now. Nevertheless, he found himself caressing the knife he kept hidden in his plain leather doublet, just to reassure himself. He gazed down at her face, remembering her smile as his fingers traced the contours of her curves, the way her body entwined so perfectly with his own, the way her breath caught in her throat, and her lashes fluttered over half closed eyes. He smiled to himself. It would be good to see her again. Of course, they both had different lives now, and people relying on them, perhaps even countries. Nothing could be as it once was. It had been a moment in time, a short yet glorious moment that would live long in his memory.
He closed the drawer and read the letter once again. She had requested a carriage to meet her at the docks to escort her to his residence. He chuckled. Hardly a residence. It was, in essence, a fort on a rocky hill, with far reaching views over the surrounding countryside. Hardly a royal residence, but it served his purposes well, in so much as it discouraged the Spanish from taking too close an interest in his activities. Still, he could arrange for a comfortable room to be made available for her, and a carriage to be sent to the docks, escorted by some of his best men. He would have liked to be at the docks to greet her in person, but that was a courtesy he did not extend to casual visitors, and to make an exception for her may raise suspicions. He had no intention of putting her into any danger, if he could possibly avoid it. He owed her that much.
*The docks at Porto are awash with bright colours,all many of goods been loaded and unloaded, the air is warm with a breeze,walking with grace slowing down the gang plank,standing in the livery of
@DukeBraganza one of his trusted aides. Reaching the bottom proffering a delicate hand, he offers his arm with formal bow, graciously smile, laying my hand lightly on the offered arm. Gliding towards the awaiting carriage,the coach men in @DukeBraganza fine livery, my hand slips from his arm,as I am assisted into the carriage. Ten of @DukeBraganza most trusted men ride along side,for my protection we move off at a steady pace. Leaning back gently resting my head back, closing gossamer lashes as visions of @DukeBraganza invade my thoughts,my heart pounds,as I think what have I agreed to,the horses hooves pound on the dusty road matching the blood pulsing through my heart. Taking a deep breath in closing my heart to further betrayal, glancing from the window the fort comes into view,high on the walls standing alone @DukeBraganza looks down, steeling my heart, eyes flash cold as ice towards @DukeBraganza, preparing for our encounter*
*The fort been essentially for the billeting of soldiers is far from accommodating, leaving the carriage I am escorted through dismal passage ways lift by touches flickering on the sandstone walls, sunlight just glinting as shards of light through slits in the walls, it is after all a fortress. We climb up a narrow staircase cut into the hillside which the fort stands on in single file, spiralling upwards until reaching at last the top where sunlight pours in through a window, almost blinding me with its intensity. John’s aide ushers me down a long passage way, the sandstone floor polished by many feet over the years. Large wood doors on either side of the passage, tapestries hanging from the walls depicting scenes of Portuguese history, battles won and lost, with a wave of the aide’s hand he opens a door, ushering me into a comfortable room, explaining John has granted an audience after the midday, a formal meeting, in the great hall, he backs slowly with a bow of his head out of the room closing the door behind him leaving me quietly with my thought’s.
My heart flutters for only a moment on a small carved table a vase of Rosa vermelha, with a small crystal bottle next to the vase, lifting the bottle, taking out the delicate stopper, breathing in the essence of rose and sandalwood oils, with a card nestled in the flowers “Aurore Rosa vermelha~John” Tears of pearls, form on my long dark lashes, one escaping trickling down my creamy features, the warm tear melting the ice in my heart for only a moment, this man shattered the bonds of trust and love. Turning my attention towards the chest my belongings have been unpacked and laid in the draws of a large carved cabinet. Urgency takes hold as I lift the heavy lid of my travel chest, looking in the concealed compartment, the pistols and knife undiscovered, and breathing out with relief.
A knock on the door, two ladies appear one with light refreshment, the other filling a large bath with hot water, pouring in oils filling the room with the delightful essence’s of orange and roses, she floats rose petals on the water, they smile chattering to each other leaving closing the door.
Dropping my dress slowly from my shoulders a nubile form free, extending a long slender creamy leg into the warm water then the other, sliding slowly into the comforting embrace of heavenly scented water, protected from fear, the rising vapour soothing my soul, after an eternity relaxing in the erotic vapours which enlighten my spirit.
Stepping from the healing waters, patting the creamy firm contours of my form dry, I take the crystal bottle gifted from John dabbing oil around the most sensual part of my creamy skin.
Completing my toilette, dressed my black velvet dress embroidered with red roses, dark tendrils swept up high on my head, surveying every aspect of my appearance, a smile forms as I muse,in the dance of love~ he will not have me! but he will long for me.*
Descansar bem “o meu amor” que você vai ter a tua força~se você estiver para ser perdoado!
Incendiar a minha paixão mais uma vez meu amor~em a dança do amor.
*Dark lashes close over warm chocolate eyes, his arms encircle an arching frame writhing against his muscular torso, features tilting back against his cheek, warm breath exciting my senses~ my fingers tips slowly trace in tantalising movement the contours of my breast, across a swan like neck, lips moist blushed with peach hues parted as the music pulses, fingers tips trailing to where his face rest against mine a delicate hand brushes his face, dark tendrils fall with wanton desire, breast rise and fall as breath hitches, enchanting hypnotising music tangos though pulsating hearts. Passion melding in perfect harmony the guitar plucks to the rhythm of bodies moving intensely in pleasure, encircling a long leg lightly across a sun swept floor dipping low away from my love, sliding down his perfect form, creamy long leg stretches behind teasing from under a silk skirt, he lifting me once more into his ardent arms, moving bodies entwined, we dance until dawn breaks the dance of passion and love.*
Poem by karen8755 @karen8755
A knock at the door heralds my escort to the great hall, drawing in breath, tilting my head up, letting the breath out, lifting the folds of the skirt letting the back skim the floor behind me, following Johns aid with poise until we reach the great hall. Taking another breath, breasts rise and fall, my first sight of John who stands at the end of the huge room his aristocratic stance, strong handsome features deter not my elegant approach, sweeping towards him with an air of confidence my underskirt of silk rustling, vapours of rose oil sending a sensuous aroma, arousing his senses, smiling graciously proffering a delicate hand, lowering my head with as a polite formal greeting, my eyes betray not a hint of feeling only cool indifference.* My dear John so kind of you to grant this audience* Eyes flash, showing a proud nature, hiding the fire within*
I watch as she comes closer, the aroma of orange and rose drifting through the air to settle around me, the rustling of silk reaching my ears, smiling as she draws nearer. I cannot help but note that time has not diminished her poise or her beauty, but rather enhanced them with a self awareness and confidence. I bow my head in greeting and gently kiss the proffered hand.* Aurore, cara senhora, it has been too long. I trust your journey was not too tiring and you have everything you require here? As you can see, we are not used to receiving too many visitors.*
*Chocolate brown eyes intensify with deep hues looking deep into yours, with drawing the proffered hand, smoothing the folds of the velvet skirt~ tilting my chin up with hurt pride~ thoughts confuse me~he left me to die~ broke my heart yet the chemistry burns between us,burning pulsating through every part of my frame,tilting my chin up with pose, showing none of the feelings crying out within me to be satisfied* John you provided all that I require ,the gift was most thoughtful* Leaning slightly towards him, the sensuous aroma teasing his senses* We have much to discuss,I am on a trade mission for France!
I can’t help but notice the familiar jut of her chin, the determination clear in her eyes. I struggle not to frown. Inhaling the heady mix of orange and roses as she leans closer, yet her words are formal and purely business like. This was not quite what I was expecting. No mention of the old times? I can’t believe it meant nothing to her. I incline my head to one side and smile, as coolly as I can manage.* Yes, so your letter stated. I am unsure how you think we can trade with France while the Spanish take anything worth having, but if that is what you wish … what would you like to trade?
*Sighing drawing breath,trade in a time of war! surely he realises the alliance I come to procure between our two great nations,he is playing games surly* Trade most difficult in these times of war~ you do realise France is at war with Spain! *Drumming dainty fingers against the velvet of my skirt*
*I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath, although the lingering aroma of orange and rose is not helping to calm me* Do I realise France is at war with Spain? In heavens name, why do you think the Spanish are plundering my country? It is so they can fight your country. My country suffers because your country chooses to pick a fight. And you come here to trade? *I sigh deeply, the anger showing in my eyes. Do I know there’s a war going on? As if I could have missed that.*
*Grabbing at the velvet skirt lifting the the fabric ready retreat with my anger from the great room,eyes flashing with fire,the man is infuriating,yet the passion rises in my breast* Our brave soldiers die on the battles fields, my uncles musketeers risk life and limb! We suffer Sir! Women and children their brave husbands and fathers die! *Turning abruptly with a toss of the head~I glide with anger burning with a passion to leave*
*Shaking my head in exasperation* And you think my people are not suffering. *I step forward and slide my arm through hers*Perhaps we should continue this discussion in private, where we may both speak freely, without risk of misinterpretation. *I manage to somehow gently steer her in the direction of an ante chamber, pushing the door closed behind us with my foot, before releasing my grip on her arm.* So tell me, what is your real reason for coming here? And don’t say trade.
*Breath hitches,breasts rise and fall,his closeness after the passage of years arouses hidden passion, locked away from hurt fused with anger such anger,words catch, eyes sting with hidden tears* Trade you fool! Our countries have need of each other* Turning from him drawing breath feelings burning within confusing my mind,anger melding with passion the feelings raw tearing at my soul*
*I step forwards, recognising the emotional turmoil with her mirrors my own, wrapping my arms around her gently, holding her firmly, yet gently, bending my head around hers to whisper words in her ear, words whispered a long time ago, yet finding their way readily to my lips now, hoping they will calm and reassure her.*
Let me kiss away the pain, my rose You take my breath away Let me hold you in my arms forever If I ask you to dance, will you dance with me? Or will you run away, without a backward look If you see me cry, will you cry with me? If I touch your lips, will you tremble under my touch? Will you die for the one you love? Will you save my soul? Will you swear you’ll be mine? or will you lie? Will you run and hide away? And will I care, as long as you are here with me now? Let me kiss away the pain, my rose You take my breath away Let me hold you in my arms forever


*staring deep into your eyes, seeing the confusion and hurt clear within them* This is about the night I left? Really? I had to leave that night. I had no choice. If there had been another way … *I stare out the window for a moment, not trusting myself to meet her eye, sighing deeply* My enemies were close on my heels, I had to leave, so that you would be safe. if I had stayed, and they had caught up with me, they wouldn’t have thought twice about hurting you to cause me pain I could never allow that to happen. I left so that you would be safe. I never thought you’d actually come after me! Why in heaven’s name would you do that? You should have made your escape. I thought you had … it took me a while before I got word of you. There was no mention of you being in any danger. Why would you do that?
*Pushing against his firm torso,still held within his arms,rage flashing within chocolate eyes,they blaze into yours* Why could you not have sent word~ after all you knew who my uncle was!* Curling my fingers once more striking his chest* Treville tenacity~survival is part of my nature, your say you feared for my safety* Lips curl into a smile as drawing myself closer whisper* You betrayed me* Sliding delicate fingers across his leather jacket, reaching his rugged features* Did you ever love me
*My eyes blaze with passion, staring down at your soft skin, your delicate features, marred by a smile that more closely resembles a sneer* Of course I did! How could you even doubt that? Yes, I could have contacted your Uncle … how is he by the way? I heard he was promoted … sorry, not appropriate at this moment. *I sigh, releasing you from my grasp and stepping back, to give myself breathing space and thinking space.* It sounds simple when you say it now. Contact your uncle I hardly think he would have welcomed a letter from me, under any circumstances, and especially not if the opening line was “Is your niece still alive?” *I shake my head, thinking back to how many times I actually wrote that letter, only to tear it up in frustration* Yes, I could have sent you word, but I knew your profession, as you knew mine. A letter could have endangered us both, needlessly. Having left, it was best to leave it that way. But never think for one moment that I betrayed you, or that my feeling were not real. I assure you, they were … are … you haven’t changed.
*Gracefully moves closer,your desire deep in your eyes, chocolate eyes flash into yours with passion and anger* Neither have you! *Trailing fingertips slowly,across you chest, feeling your breath rise and fall, bringing my hand to rest against your rugged features,hate replace by a burning need to be loved, gently leaning in brushing soft lips against your ear. whispering* My love do you still desire me!
*I breathe in deeply, letting the heady mix of orange blossom and roses flood my senses* Any man who says he does not desire you has either taken leave of his senses, or died on his feet. Believe me, I am very much alive, and my sense are in perfect working order.
*I dip my head toward yours, my lips almost brushing your skin.* Did you really come all this way just to talk trade?
*Whispering softly, breath caressing teasing ardent desire,the heady aroma stirring his senses,brushing softly lips against his lips tempting with passionate allure* My reasons~ not trade~ Surly not for discussion today* Brushing my lips closer to his*
*I resist the urge to lean in, and kiss those soft, sensuous lips* perhaps you are right. It has been a long day, especially for you. We should both rest and start again tomorrow, with the freshness of the new day. Please, allow me to escort you back to your rooms. *I hold out my arm for you to take, before gently steering you back too your room, pausing in the doorway, leaning closer and placing a tender lingering kiss on your lips* Until the morning cara senhora. Sleep well.
Aurore *Tenderly his lips lingering against mine overwhelming my emotions,yearning to fall into those strong protective arms,anger mixed with love swirl in confusion,gently touching his rugged feature’s, silently with poise retreating into the sanctuary of my rooms*
*.Meu amor …..~ A lingering kiss its warmth melting the ice encasing the rose~~Rosa Vermelha * pic.twitter.com/1RSp8eGM76
Aurore *Waking with soft rays dancing through the window reflecting warm hues against the sandstone walls, touching lightly with fingertips tracing his lingering kiss,eyes shielded as dark lashes close,heart resolve waning,remembering times gone by. Taking a stroll after completing my toilette the silk of the skirt skimming over the sandstone floor, rustling as I glide effortlessly into a shady courtyard the heady smell of sweet rose’s cascade from an arbour next to a large bay tree, giving shade over two stone carved benches,seating myself with elegant poise grateful to be alone in my thoughts*
john *wandering happily down the corridors of the place I call home, humming a song to myself, for no apparent reason* So if you go, You should know It’s hard to just forget the past so fast It was good, it was bad but it was real And that’s all you have in the end, our love mattered If you feel like leaving I’m not gonna beg you to stay But soon you’ll be finding You can run, you can hide But you can’t escape my love *I turn a corner and step out into one of the inner courtyards, breathing in a huge lungful of the early morning mountain air, staring up at the clear blue sky, filled with the promise of a hot day to follow, noting I must remind someone to water the rose arch. I know it’s a strange thing to have in a fort, but it’s one of my guilty pleasures, and no one has ever complained about it. I chuckle, wondering if they would dare to do so. I turn to step back inside, and stop in my tracks, looking again to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me. But no, there she is, Aurore, the Red Rose, sitting in the shade of the bay tree, next to the rose arch. Perhaps the roses attracted her. Or perhaps it was the shade. Whatever it was the shadows surrounding her only accentuate her curves and highlight her pale complexion. For a moment, I contemplate slipping back inside and leaving her to her contemplations, before striding over to her.
” Good morning, Aurore. I trust you slept well?
Aurore *Seated near near the rose arch in the courtyard, such a pleasant surprise in such a masculine environment. Pondering the warmth of early reminding me of days past spent with @DukeBraganza. My contemplations interrupted by the deep rich tones of his voice. Heart skips a beat, as gossamer lashes sweep across dark eyes which look into yours* John~ you startled me, such a pleasant courtyard to relax in,I slept blissfully*My smile gracious with allure keeping composure affected still by this charismatic man*
John I’m glad you approve of my courtyard. I like the tranquility here, the space to rest and think without guns and swords. *I smile down at you, watching your lashes flutter slightly, noting the peaceful smile. Perhaps a good nights sleep has lifted your spirits* May I sit with you a while? *I drop myself onto the bench opposite hers, without waiting for a reply* So, how have you been? I have heard … certain things since we parted. How is your Uncle? A fine warrior, I trust he is well.
Aurore *My hands clasped laying in the folds of the silk dress, which falls delicately around my frame. Relaxing in his company ~mesmerised in his dark eyes,memories of past times opening a cold heart to his warmth*
My uncle prepare for war with France John there is so much you do not know about me, I changed after I last you, please sit with me.
john *I frown slightly, seeing the sadness deep in your eyes* You do not seem any different to my eyes. You still have the same poise and confidence of manner. *and the same seductive smile and sensuous body. Probably best I refrain from mentioning that right now. Perhaps later* Has the world treated you so badly since we last met?
Aurore Appearances deceive~yes I am poised have confidence*Lowering my feature avoiding his eyes, hurt welling in my eyes* My work put me in danger many times, *hands clasped tighter, the hurt ,pain rushing to the surface,why does this man have this effect*
After you left me, my heart hardened,I became a woman unrecognisable even to me* Tear threatening to fall* Why did you leave?My heart broke~locked it chains, never to love again.
* The heavens open tears cascade from my eyes*
John *I quickly switch to the bench beside you, pulling a clean handkerchief from my doublet and handing it to you* I had no idea. Had I known, I would have … *I shake my head* … no, I wouldn’t, I will not lie to you. I had to leave, for my safety, and for yours. Had I returned, I would have placed you in danger. I never wanted that. But I never wanted you hurt like this either. *I stare at the floor, growling at myself, and wondering why my intelligence failed me so badly. Every report I ever received convincing me that you had moved on with your life. I gently put my arm around your shoulders.*I truly am sorry, my red rose. I never intended to leave like that, never meant you to hurt. If I could do it again … *I sigh, knowing I would have done it all exactly the same way, and hating myself for that.* Forgive me? Allow me to make amends in some small way. Please.
Aurore *As the strong arms slip around my shoulders, his words resonate through my thoughts,lowering my head looking down, tears staining my creamy completion,shoulders shaking as I sob. the emotions held encased in a cold heart explode from hidden depths* I forgive you my love.
John *I breath a sigh of relief, hearing the words, yet I know your feelings are still in turmoil. Still, it’s a step forwards*I lean in, inhaling your scent … orange blossom tinged with rose oil … sighing, knowing I am the cause of your pain. I tenderly kiss your forehead, and stand, holding my arms out to you.* Come, my rose, let us move inside, before someone remembers the plants need watering. I know a quiet room where we will not be disturbed.
Aurore *Willingly stepping into his arms~walking with him with no hesitation heralding the a new beginning unlocking a broken heart*
*stands in the great hall, peering down at the plans of Porto, with all the strategic positions and warehouses highlighted, trying to formulate the plan in my mind. It should be feasible, if we’re careful, and quick. It would be easier still if I could dismiss thoughts of
@auroretrav2014 and the last few days from my mind … such a distraction now would be unfortunate. This plan requires my full attention*
*Glides silently into the great hall closing the heavy wooden door softly behind me,
@DukeBraganza stands at a table looking over maps unaware of my presence, motionless standing his well hones body rippling through the thin material of his shirt, he both infuriates at the same time ignites depths of passion.Gaining composure sweeping towards him, tapping him on the arm*
“John I did not mean to disturb you.”
*I stare at you, both surprised that you could sneak up on me unaware s, and annoyed with myself for being annoyed, after all, I know full well what you are capable of, that your seductive appearance and demeanour can be an extremely dangerous combination. I force a smile*
Aurore, I trust you slept well and that your wounds are healing?
*Tilting feature with a demure smile, aware my appearance having the desired effect, the long white underskirt, with laced bodice ribbons loosely laced,covered lightly by my flimsy robe. Teasing long fingers through my tasselled trusses, eyes shinning sparkle with mischief*
Slept wonderfully, I care not to think of the wound, Are you busy planning?
*I take a calming breath, taking in her appearance, and yet, despite the casualness of her attire, her stance is still full of poise and elegance, I idly wonder how little she could wear and not look unduly perturbed ….. I shake my head, to collect my senses* Yes, you remember, we had intelligence, the Spanish have taken delivery of munitions. My people could make good use of them, if we can take them from the Spanish. I’m drawing up the plans. Surely you should be resting. I have a physician at my disposal. He is very good. He could suggest some balms for your wound if you like.
*Graciously smile grateful for
@DukeBraganza obvious care,leaning in towards him the folds of my gown accentuating the curves of my form,looking with interest at the maps* I have ointments with me tenderly prepared by @OrientalEnigma before I departed Paris,the wound is almost healed* Leaning closer into his side studying the maps* When do you plan to attack, I need to prepare to come with you.
With us? *I stare at you, trying to work out if you’re being entirely serious, or toying with me. I recognise the determined jut of the chin* You;re serious? You want to come with us? This could be dangerous. We will have to move quickly
*Drawing breath, breast rise and fall beneath the flimsy material of the robe,eyes flash with anger, biting down on my bottom lip.words flow controlled and precise* You /honestly / believe John ! That your men have greater skill than I, I have spent many years honing / my / skills.*Slipping with deliberate provocations the robe from my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Flicking dark trusses s from the creamy flesh of my shoulder,with a dry smile* Would you like to put that to the test!
*I watch as the robe slides to the floor, before allowing my gaze to be drawn slowly back up your body, taking in all the curves and undulations, hidden none too well under the laces and fabric*
I am well aware of your skills!
cara senhora.
I am simply concerned for your health. I would not want you endangered, or for you to put the lives of my men in danger, because you were unfit for the task. If you would care to prove your fitness in …. some way … then perhaps I would reconsider.
*Brow raise, deliberate tilting feature, drawing a finger along the edge of the table,eyes never leaving yours*
Challenging me~ Ha! I so enjoy a challenge!
*Sweeping towards the great wooden door, reaching for my sword,clasping fingers delicately around the hilt , extending my arm into “Attague” positions stretch fully in front of me*
En Garde John
* Balastra towards him*
*I shake my head in disbelief*
Seriously? You challenge a man to a sword fight in his own house.
*I roll my eyes and shrug*
Very well
*I draw my sword, hefting the blade easily, grasping the familiar hilt with a slight flex of my fingers, adopting a defensive stance, my sword held ready to parry your attack*
*Attaque au fer~ Deflecting his blade in engagement with a circular movement~ tilting the the feature with a brow raise* Arrr!
*I nod slightly, approving the style and speed of the move, before stepping sideways, wanting to see exactly how easily and quickly you can change directions, testing to see if your wound is as healed as you claim* Not bad, my rose, but not enough to convince me. Again.
*Anticipating
@DukeBraganza side step movement to the side, basastra stepping lightly sideways enveloping his sword in a sweeping movement turning his blade in full circle* Dont /patronise /me /John.* Deflecting his blade once more*
*I smile broadly, allowing you to deflect my sword, knowing that your guard will be down, spinning around in a circle and appearing at your side, leaning in to grasp your face in my free hand, kissing you deeply, before stepping back out of reach* not bad, my rose, not bad at all, but … I think you can do better
* Leaning features towards his sweet kiss lips parted,dark lashes closing, he both infuriates and ignites passion~ pushing him away from this Corps a corps, lunging forward nicking the sleeve of his shirt with the point of the blade,smiling with satisfaction*Had enough,make your next move, I am ready to fight give me the chance!
*I stare down at my sleeve with a raised brow* I like this shirt. *I stare at her gown, contemplating the weak points, before stepping forwards at pace, twisting her blade aside with deceptive strength, flexing my well defined muscles, and grabbing your free hand in my own, driving you backwards at pace into the wall, holding you there, pinned by my body, leaning down to whisper hoarsely in your ear* you fight with spirit, perhaps you are healed … but I really like this shirt
*Dark eyes smouldering mixed with desire driven by anger,unable to move as
@DukeBraganza muscular torso prevents my escape, breathless I whisper*
Wait until I fully fit!
*Brushing full lips against his face taunting him to make his next move*
*I close my eyes as your lips brush mine, feeling your warm body pressed against me* Fully fit … I look forward to it. And I accept, yes, you are well enough to join our raid … on the understanding that I am in charge, and I will be giving the orders. *I tilt my head down and kiss your neck gently …. quietly releasing my grip and drawing a small knife … one deft cut here … and there … before I step backwards, smirking and allowing my eyes to drift over your body* I really like this shirt, so that makes us even *I grin, watching and waiting*
*Gasping~ eyes cast down dark lashes concealing surprise, long stresses hide my modesty as the gown and bodice lay at my feet in ribbons on the sandstone floor, my desire fully showing*
*I try really hard not to laugh, but it is one hell of a good view … everything I remembered, and more*
I apologise, that was most ungentlemanly of me. How are you to return to your room like … that … My men will be so distracted.
*I grab my jacket from the chair and drape it around your shoulders, before lifting you in my arms* Allow me to escort you back to your chambers, where you can change into something more … suitable.
*Well after nightfall, yet there is still enough light from the stars and the moon above to see clearly, even without the light from the torches burning brightly by the front of the warehouse.
I step into the darkest shadows, tugging the horses reins gently, to reassure them. It’s a clear vantage point, with a good view of Miguel at the rear of the warehouse, and the guards at the front. I lean closer to @auroretrav2014 and whisper in her ear.* Just distract them, Keep them occupied. As soon as Miguel lets me know they’re done, and they have all the arms, I’ll come and retrieve you. Alright?
Gossamere dark lashes slowly sweep across deep chocolate eyes the excitement still brings the same thrill as ever before. Reaching over with delicate touch to
@DukeBraganza face smiling a glorious smile* John do not worry I have done this many times, watch and learn!
*I just about manage to resist the temptation to roll my eyes at her words. After all, it’s dark, it would be a wasted gesture. I give Miguel the ready signal, and watch as Aurore heads towards the guards. I almost feel a tinge of sympathy for them …… almost!
*Slipping through the shadows silently approaching the guards from behind. Arranging my bodice showing enough cleavage as will interest these dull Spaniards, Raising a delicate hand freeing long dark tresses. which cascade in curls around the soft skin of my shoulder, moistening peachy full lips,sashaying hips swaying seductively,forming a coquettish smile,offering a perfect distraction. Engaging them with witty riposte while Johns men, relieve the Spanish of their arms*
*I wince as I hear the sounds of the back windows being wrenched open, and glare in Miguel’s direction, shaking my head at his overly expressive hand gestures. A quick glance at the guards reassures me that they are far more interested in Aurore han at any strange noises. And why wouldn’t they be. The way her hips are swaying, and the amount of cleavage visible even from this distance would distract all but the most vigilant of men.
*Fluttering lashes so alluring, dipping forward offering breasts rising and falling with each breath, dark curls cascading caressing the creamy skin, flicking the tendrils way seductively,moistening peachy lips with the tip of my tongue, running a delicate hand across sensual hips towards my thigh, where concealed is a dagger ready for the kill*
*I watch, mesmerised as Aurore toys with the guards, flirting with them, offering them tantalising glimpses of flesh to ensure she keeps their full attention. I know she’s doing it on purpose, that this is what we agreed, this is the plan, and yet I can’t help but feel she’s doing it a little too well, that she’s enjoying it slightly too much, showing too much of that creamy smooth flesh than is strictly necessary. I find myself willing Miguel to hurry.*
Sweet moistened lips parted sliding nearer,long finger tracing the the contours of full breast, dark eyes flash from under gossamere lashes,offering promises of desires unspoken*
*I watch, clenching my fists, my anger rising. This was the plan, so why do I feel that this is not what was agreed. Finally, the all clear signal from Miguel. I take a calming breath, trying to get my temper under control A fight with the guards at this stage would undo all our hard work. I lead the horses forwards, trying to look casual, heading towards Aurore and the guards* Ah, there you are. i wondered where you’d got to. Time to head home, cara senhora, I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night.
*Bidding the guards farewell forming a coquettish smile then turning with a graceful pirouette towards John, taking the reins gathering them at the wither mounting astride into the saddle,urging the horse forward. Discourage by a sideways glance, john’s eyes filled with anger* Tell me did your men succeed? *With a questioning look*
*A hurried apology to the guards* Women. You know what they’re like. One drink and … *I force a smile at their bawdy response, before mounting my horse and nudging it alongside hers.*Yes. All went well. Don’t forget, we need to keep their attention on us. *I reach for her reins, taking them from her, and raising my voice so it carries to the guards* I think I’d better steer. Wouldn’t want you to get lost again /dear/. *muttering quietly at her* was that strictly necessary? we agreed you would distract and flirt, not half undress for them!
*Incensed by his words hues darken in eyes flashing with anger, instinctively lashing out striking him across the side of his face* Don’t you ever presume/ that/ I take pleasure in prostituting myself for my work. I did what was necessary AT/YOUR/REQUEST!
At /my/request? You insisted on coming on this raid. You insisted on being a part of it. We agreed, you could distract the guards. Distract them. /Not/ offer then your body. *A worried glance over my shoulder, but the guards can apparently not hear our words, although they are more than slightly amused at our “discussion”. I put my hand to my face, growling to myself.* I should have known better. *I urge my horse forwards, keeping a tight grip on the reins of the second horse and set off out of Porto, apparently away from the fort, hoping the guards keep watching us ~I urge my horse along the dirt track out of Porto, the reins of Aurores horse gripped firmly in my hand, barely glancing back at her, lost in thoughts of anger, at her over enthusiastic flirting, and memories of this path. I travelled this way as a boy. Down the sandy path towards the secluded cove, with its pristine sandy beach. At the far side is a hidden path back up to the fort, known only to the locals …. well, known only to the local smugglers anyway. Still, this place has happy memories for me, and I find my temper calming as I dismount from my horse on the beach, discarding my jacket on the sand, and looking wistfully at the sea. A good evening for a walk in the cooling waters.*
*The euphoria which tingled every nerve ending now dampened,humilated by
@DukeBraganza apparent anger. Dragged like a serving wench as he took control of my horse, @DukeBraganza degraded the woman he supposedly loves!
Gathering the reins as the horses are left to roam free, by @DukeBraganza securing the reins to a tree on the edge of the path.Forlorn~ gazing at his retreating back towards the water’s edge, slipping my cape from my shoulders, the soft velvet skimming milky skin as it falls to the ground then stepping out of my shoes. Bending slightly Lifting the fabric of the skirt with creamy delicate hands, sweeping along the water’s edge towards @DukeBraganza his back still turned,ignoring me! With every breath breasts rise and falls the heat of indignation flashing in my brown eyes. Reaching out slapping @DukeBraganza across his back* John!
*I breathe in the warm air, tasting the salt, remembering times from my childhood. playing in the waves with my brother, Alexandre. He should have been the one doing this, not me. He was always raised to be the diplomat. I was always the fighter. But it was not to be. I sigh, sadly, bending to remove my boots. It would be good to just walk carefree in the lapping waves once again. Perhaps a walk would even do Aurore some good. Calm us both. Which reminds me, I’ve been neglecting her. I half turn to speak to her, my boot half off, as something hits me in the back, sending me toppling head first into the water.*
*Tendrils toss in the warm air, eyes open wide as
@DukeBraganza falls into the brine,feelings rise as my breath hitches, face flushed with the color of rose petals,curling my fingers into a ball lashing out at @DukeBraganza who lays prostrate in the water*
*I stare up at her in disbelief* What the hell was that for? *And apparently, not happy with pushing me into the sea, she’s now going to try and punch me. Women!! I grab her flailing arm by the wrist, primarily to avoid a black eye, before realising, that with one tug …. a mischievous grin spreads over my face, my blue eyes twinkling, as I pull sharply and drag her down into the surf with me.*
* Grasping the cold water saturating the fabric of the dress, white hosess riding the waves cascade over my frame taking me under, concealing me for a brief instant from
@DukeBraganza. Drawing a deep breath,as I rise extending long fingernails towards his face* Your a devil!
*My amused look, is replaced by pure passion, as the water soaks her clothing, rendering it practically transparent, clinging to every curve. I grab her hand as she attempts to scratch my eyes out* A devil, am I? So what does that make you,my fiery rose? *I twist and turn, pinning her beneath me, in the shallows, he hands wrestled easily above her head, held firmly by my strong arms, straddling her body with a smirk, suddenly thinking that I may be slightly overdressed for this.*
*The fire which engulfs every fibre, nerve endings pulse with passion, my frame relaxes and yields to @DukeBraganza his muscular torso, strong arms restrain my anger, the golden hues casting its magic illuminate our forms, white foam swirls around us as whispering @DukeBraganza name breathlessly*John meu amor.
*I grin, as I release her hands and reach back to tug my boots off, tossing them in the general direction of the beach, before leaning down and tenderly kissing her lips, taking her bottom lip in mine and sucking on it gently, while my hands wrestle with the buttons of my shirt, trying to free myself of the sodden clothing*
*Gossamer lashes sweep gently across chocolate eyes hues deepening as his tender kiss awakens passion from secret depths. Sliding slender arms around
@DukeBraganza waist, tugging at the shirt tail, pulling the fabric over his head, throwing the unwanted garment onto the beach,the warmth of his well toned body thrilling my inner senses,lips parted seeking his*
*Deepening the kiss, my tongue seeking hers, revelling in the warmth of her mouth, her skin pressed against mine. A baleful glares as a wave hits, although the cooling water tempering the burning passion is an exquisite combination. I wrap my arms around her and roll us both up the beach a little, further into the shallows, although ending up beneath her was not in my original plan. I smile up at her, as the moon lights her from behind, accentuating her creamy skin.*
*Eyes closed,my head tilting back as tongues dance the tango of love,moaning into his deep kiss, gasping as the sudden wave cascades cold trembling spasms down my spine.
@DukeBraganza bringinging us with the wave up to the shoreline, long lieth creamy legs astride him slipping over wet tendrils the sodden dress casting it onto the shoreline, dressed only in golden moonlight my creamy flesh sparkling with crystaline water*
*I gaze up at her as the dress flies in the direction of the beach. It was practically transparent anyway, but this view is so much more …. enflaming. I reach up to tug her face down to mine, my mouth searching for hers, as my free hand drifts down the the fastenings of my breeches, struggling to free myself of the overly tight restriction.*
*Sliding slowly backwards along
@DukeBraganza thighs taught and unyielding, devilishly nimble fingers free the bindings, sliding his breeches slowly,deliberately taunting his tight restriction, once free casting them onto the beach* John meu amor I~ *Words fade laying my nubile form over his, seeking again his passionate kiss*
*Wrapping my strong arms around her body, her smooth skin, soft and supple beneath my touch, trailing my fingers gently up and down her back, deepening the kiss, our tongues entwined, as my body shifts to accommodate her form, my hips moving of their own will, the gently lapping waves now the only thing cooling my ardour.*
*Waves of ecstasy tantalise, teasing my need ,the soft touch of training fingers across creamy skin arching my frame molding with his in perfect harmony to the rhythmic dance of bodies entwined*
*I break the kiss and twist my head, nuzzling at her neck, placing tiny little tingling kisses on her flesh, each in a different spot to the previous, tasting the salt on her soft skin, as my hips continue their rhythmic dance. The waves crash over us as our passions reach their own crescendo, lost in the foam of the waves, and lost in our own world*



Entering quietly his quarters cradled in protective arms a basket containing champagne with strawberries concealing the scant chemise covering my growing desire placing the basket next to the bed, looking down at my sleeping Adonis’s I Slowly crawling sensually onto the soft cotton sheets adorning the bed, the barest of covering shielding his loins, brown tendrils caressing sensually his bare flesh as trailing soft kisses tantalise move up his well-defined torso illuminated in golden moonlight my desire growing in the warm sultry night, lips parted they brush his with a feather touch whispering* Meu amor!
*stirs half awake, unsure what has disturbed my sleep. A breeze through the window perhaps. An open door. There is a chill to my skin that is not normally there. A line, up my torso. An unfamiliar weight on the bed. And a smell … of roses*
*Soft breath whispers against
@DukeBraganza cheek* Meu amor * Tracing long fingers on the outline of his, trailing down towards his well toned torso,tantalising his senses,arousing his inner need*
*I stretch and wriggle, both trying to escape the touch and lean into it more, at the same time. my senses confused in my semi somnolent state. Hearing a voice, familiar, close to my ear, I force my eyes open in surprise.* Aurore? What … what are you doing here? Are you alright?
*Resting a finger against
@DukeBraganza parted lips halting his words* John nothing is wrong, I could not sleep, I needed to be with you.
*I wipe a hand over my bleary eyes* You woke me up to tell me that? *I try to slide over in the bed, to make room for you*
* Sliding an elegant arm across
@DukeBraganza resting my head on his shoulder, the warmth of his body a comfort,a place of shelter from the misery of the times we are forced to endure* There is a gift on the table,if you care for supper.
*I frown, finally waking.* Supper? You woke me for supper? Oh, this had better be good. *I kiss her nose gently, trying to peer over her to the table.* There better be something to drink.
*Eyes twinkle with mischief dark lashes sweep across concealing my intentions. Laying my nubile form provocatively covering the firmness of taunt stomach muscles, carefully reaching for the champagne,with nimble fingers taking a strawberry popping the luscious morsel into moist lips,placing the offering against into to his mouth seeking the fullness of his desire*
*I raise an eyebrow* Now, that’s cheating. *I grin, taking the strawberry in my lips, tasting the juices as they drip into my mouth, gazing into her eyes as I bite the strawberry, chewing it slowly, savouring the flavour.* Supper could take a long time at this rate.
“We have all night Meu amor”.*Delicately selecting another tantalising morsels of delight brushing the passionate fruit across his mouth, pressing full lips against his biting down hard as the fruit succulently moistens our kiss*
*I lick the excess strawberry juices fro her lips with a smirk* Not quite what I mean when I said there had better be something to drink, but it’s close I suppose. *I reach around her body and tug her close to me, nestling her body against mine, hiding the grin* Hmmm, you know I can’t help thinking I didn’t think this through. Can you still reach supper?
*Raising my long leg across his muscular thighs,sliding my near naked form to sit aside
@DukeBraganza. Eyes twinkle with translucent allure, reaching for the bottle tilting slightly I begin to trickle the cold champagne in droplets on to his his chest, bending forward seductively,looking deep into to his eyes @DukeBraganza* Did you want a drink John, *Dark eyes twinkle* you seem to be wet!
*I roll my eyes, staring at my glistening torso, running a finger through the moist droplets, before sucking it dry …. slowly.* Sticky too. I’m going to need a bath. Luckily, there is one to hand …. *Moving quickly, I grab you in my arms, lifting you from the bed, levering myself off the bed and crossing the room, your body all that covers my own naked body pushing open the door with my foot and turning you slightly in my arms, so that you can see the bath, half full with water I frown a little thoughtfully, a twinkle in my blue eyes* Of course, that water has been there for a little while. It might not be as warm as you’d like. Shall we test it?
*I hold you over the bath in my strong arms, icy hues glittering in the moonlight* Well … if you’re sure ….*Slowly I release my hold, dropping you into the water with a splash and a smirk.* Is it warm enough, cara senhora?
*Gasping! as the tepid water tingles my warm creamy flesh,rising like venus from the glistening pool reaching and taking
@DukeBraganza hand pulling him into the water next to me*
*Sultry eyes gaze upon the adorned physique of John glimmering torso drizzled with champagne, his golden locks dripping with water as he emerges from under the tepid waters to stand proud waist deep, forming a coquettish smile I slowly slip the chemise from my shoulders allowing it to flow into the water exposing my naked form glimmering in the moonlight as it dances on the water.*
*I stare down at her wet skin … at the unhidden expanses of wet skin, glistening in the moonlight, rivulets of water cascading down from her hair, weaving their way over her creamy skin, no longer caring that my torso is sticky from the champagne poured over me moments earlier. And strangely, no longer thirsting for champagne*
* Slipping elegant arms across his broad shoulders, bushing soft kisses against his face trailing down his neck, slowly raising with grace my lithe long legs to wrap around his waist,thighs firmly gripping his hip long supple legs intertwined at his back, the flower of my desire blooming offering up to the glory of his manhood*


















*sweeping along the waterfront searching for safe passage from Porto, apprehensive at
@DukeBraganza reaction when he reads my note. Torn by my love for @DukeBraganza and an overwhelming duty to France. Sighting a ship that looks at least seaworthy,with all that I require packed within a large bag, making my way across where a group of men stand talking*
*I catch sight of Aurore ….. at least I think it’s her. It hard to tell from the back, but the right height and build … oh, and to clinch it, about to have a discussion with a group of rather unsavoury types who have a particularly unreliable vessel. Must be her. I sigh and head over, so that I can at least hear the discussion and make sure it is her.*
*Placing the bag on the ground,smoothing down the folds of the velvet cape, standing poised before these men. Bowing my head smiling a glorious smile, their eyes drawn towards me.I request if they take passengers, offering a small fee of gold, ready with my dagger slipped under my cape for trouble,they offer a price which is unacceptable, turning I move away*
*I look skywards. I was right. Aurore. Offering gold for safe passage. And while I am well aware she carries a dagger and is more than capable of protecting herself, Merrian and his crew do not … and the offer of gold has piqued their interest. I find myself torn between wanting to protect her, and allowing her to fight her own fights. Four against one. Rescue would seem to be the preferable option. I step forwards, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, bidding Merrian a good day, with only the slightest of feral grins, while taking Aurore by the elbow and steering her down the docks, to a safer place. *I growl in her ear* What in Heaven’s name are you trying to do? get yourself killed? Or worse?
*Turning sharply gazing into your eyes, dark lashes sweep in indignation as I pull my elbow from your grip* What I am doing here!!! My duty to France. I explained in my letter.* Fingers lightly drum against the fabric of the cape*
*I shake my head in exasperation, grab her arm and pull her further behind a pile of crates and barrels* Yes, I know, you’re going to save France, single handed, with no help whatsoever. Not so much as a discussion, or a plan. I thought you knew better than that.
*If I have /too /Yes *Dark hues deepen within my chocolate eyes, leaning towards
@DukeBraganza extending my hand slapping him across the shoulder* Why do men think women are helpless!!!
*I try really hard to avoid the eye roll, but the urge is just too strong.* Perhaps because you offer gold to people like Merrian with no knowledge of him or his … trade. And believe me, he would not think twice about taking your money and throwing you overboard the first chance he got. And yes, I know, you carry a dagger, but against his entire crew? Really?
*Breathing in deeply while turning away from
@DukeBraganza, knowing all he has spoken to be sound truth. My stubborn nature that has saved many times as an agent,will never allow me to surrender and admit defeat. With my back towards him i gather composure tuning slowly to face @DukeBraganza* Why are you been so difficult! You know my work!. I would not have gone with them anyway,I have seen the type before.*Rolling my hands into a tight ball frustration rises within my frame, striking him on the chest with both hands*
*I grunt slightly, taking a slight backwards step, no longer able to resist the eye roll* Yes, I know your work. You know I do. And you know that I have no love of the Spanish, and despite my distrust of the French … *I see the glint in her eye* present company excepted, naturally …. you know I will help you to disrupt the Spanish in any way I can. So why in Heaven’s name could you simply not talk to me? And will you please stop hitting me. I am /not/ the enemy here.
*Closing my lashes over my eyes taking a deep breath, relaxing my hands, tilting my chin up as I look deep into his eyes, this man, infuriates every fibre within my body with anger,yet evokes such passion I could never survive without him* John tell me,How/Would/You/ make the plans!
*I try really hard to hide the smile, sensing that with the anger within her, now would not be a good time.* Well, let’s . I suppose I would start by having my men crate up the arms we acquired during the warehouse raid, along with the gold we’ve … rescued from the Spanish treasury of late. The I might tell Miguel to make sure a fast ship is ready to sail with the tide, while he’s not looking for you that is, and then I suppose we could set sail to Catalonia, to my country retreat. A small place just outside Figueres, in the foothills of the Pyrenees, on the main route from France to Barcelona. Apparently the Spanish use this route a lot, for re arming their forces. It might be a little busy, but I’m sure we could find something to do to amuse ourselves …. or you could go find some more slave traders and offer them gold for safe passage. Entirely your choice, cara senhora. *No longer able to hide the smile*
*Staring blankly at
@DukeBraganza slave traders~ how could I be so oblivious and naive* So you seemed to have well orders plans,I commend you! How noble and efficient! When do we sail?*Breathing in deeply not showing any remorse for my foolish behaviour*
*A teasing grin spreads over my face* We? Oh, so you’ve heard my plans, found them suitable for your needs and decided to be a part of them? *I watch the anger spark in her eyes, and her mouth open to protest, leaning in and timing my kiss to perfection.*
*Placing my hands on his well toned chest,with a feeble effort to push him away, lips slightly parted, breathless whispering into his kiss,anger turning to passion* John we must leave with the next tide.*My hands take hold of his jacket pulling his pulling body closer into mine deepening the kiss*
*I wrap my arms around her, murmuring quietly* Plenty time, meu amor, it won’t sail without us. *I raise my eyes as Miguel appears, grinning like an idiot. One glare and he scurries away* Perhaps we had best board though Make sure everything is in order *And there’ll be more privacy from prying eyes …. I smile and take her arm* Let’s go.
Becalmed
*I wake slowly, stretching carefully, so as not to disturb
@auroretrav2014, stretched spreadeagled over most of the bed. The only woman I know who can not only claim all the bed covers, but 90% of the bed as well. I smile to myself as she rolls over, clutching tightly onto one of the pillows. Maybe I should go find breakfast. I pull on my breeches and shirt and head out of our cabin and up onto the deck, for a breath of fresh air. The Captain is staring at the horizon, somewhat forlornly. Apparently we’re becalmed, and not travelling anywhere very fast unless the winds pick up. I nod in understanding. I can’t exactly blame the Captain for the weather conditions.
Since most of his men are liable to spend this down time on deck, relaxing or playing cards, it makes sense that I should keep @auroretrav2014 entertained in our cabin. I smirk, coming up with a plan. I head to one of the storage rooms and retrieve the items I need, before heading to the galley, grabbing a serving tray, plates, glasses, and a knife. I whistle quietly to myself while preparing my surprise, much to the alarm of the resident cook. I’m pretty sure he’s used to being the only person in the galley. Happy with my work, I lift the tray and pad happily back to our cabin, sliding in quietly. Not sure why, she’s snoring to herself, I mean, sleeping soundly. I grin and shed my shirt, leaning back against the outer wall of the ship, waiting for my princess to awake. pic.twitter.com/uCF3YSoZ5z
*Sighing deeply,sunlight filters through the porthole illuminating the near naked form of
@DukeBraganza shards of light glisten from muscles well toned in battle. Peering from under dark lashes admiring his masculine form. Stretching gently pulling the sheet around my slender naked form* Meu amor breakfast I am famished! *A slender finger beacons him to the bed eyes sparkle with delight and mischief, patting the bed with out stretched hand* Come here my love.
*I settle on the bed beside her, a mischievous glint in my blue eyes.* Sleep well? *One hand strays to the dish of fruit, selects a juicy morsel, and slowly raises it to my mouth.* I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you breakfast.
*Tilting my head to one side smiling, with grace raising myself to knees, the pure white sheet draped over long creamy legs, firm breast glimmer in rays of sunshine,leaning over
@DukeBraganza selecting a strawberry from the tray crushing the juicy red fruit with full lips,chocolate eyes teasing, pressing my nubile form against you reaching for another morsel*
*I watch your lips move as you chew the strawberry, the red juice of the fruit enhancing the colour of your lips, my hand reaching, by its own volition, for a slice of mango, taking a bite of the soft fruit, my tongue trying to catch the juice as it dribbles down my chin*
*Bemused the quickness of
@DukeBraganza tongue darting recovering the mangoes juices, brushing silken breast lightly across a well toned chest reaching with long fingers a seductive slice of mango, the juice flowing trickling through my fingers,popping the slice seductively into my mouth biting down hard the exotic fruit explodes trickling its elixir between the full heaving breasts*
*I watch the trickle of juices, mesmerised as it weaves its way over creamy flesh into a hidden valley, leaning in and flicking my tongue at it, suckling the juices from from your skin* Oh, I meant to mention ….. we’re becalmed ….. this could be a long day …… but we have plenty of supplies …..
*With a long sigh my head tilts back
@DukeBraganza tongue lightly brushing between the creamy flesh of hidden valleys sending shivers along my spine. Slowly slipping across the bed towards him taking another tasty morsel of mango, sliding astride his thighs,slowly popping the mango between my lips, offering it into his mouth*
*I bite back a moan as she grips me with her thighs, her skin pressed against mine, the offer of such a succulent morsel there for the taking. I open my mouth and take a small bite of the fruit, sucking at it, my hands reaching behind her and pulling her still closer.*
*
@DukeBraganza strong arms pull me closer,the juice from the ripe fruit moisten lips, my lips parted slowly licking the contours of his mouth, brushing my breast against his chest,my tongue seeking the confine of his mouth greedily seeking the nectar within*
*My mouth yields to her insistence, my tongue entwining with hers, suddenly wishing I’d discarded more than my shirt, as my hands caress the soft skin on her back, gently tracing every vertebra with my finger tips*
*Arching my back the quivering sensations transcends every tissue of my frame,sliding back along his knees,nimble fingers release the bindings of his breeches,pulling slowly down as they reach his knees, lifting myself over them down his strong muscular legs until this restriction falls around his ankles*
*I sigh with relief as I quickly kick the breeches across the room* Much better now … too early for wine. meu amor? Apple juice perhaps? *I reach for a glass of juice, taking a long swallow, before offering the glass to her* Or perhaps some grapes?
*Taking the glass from
@DukeBraganza a smile forming as I sip the cool apple juice, running the tip of my tongue over peachy lips* Grapes if you peel them Meu amor!
*I raise an eyebrow at the smirk on your face, but reach for a bunch of juicy green grapes, glistening in the sunlight. I push you back firmly against the soft cotton covers on the bed, taking a moment to admire your body, before straddling your waist.* Peeled grapes? Well, since we didn’t exactly celebrate your birthday, I suppose … just this once. *Nimble fingers making short work of the outer skin, before I offer the grape to your lips.*
*Parting my lips slowly letting the firm sweet grape slide into my mouth savouring it with delight,slipping my arms around your torso, long nail tracing the perfection of your hips,slowly tracing the muscles of thighs confining me to the bed, chocolate brown eye with dark hues reflecting my passion* Another grape my love, or have I another birthday surprise.
*I peel another grape, offering it with a mischievous grin* Well, I do have strawberries and chocolate if you prefer, or we could save them for later … or … hmmm you seem to be a little stuck *peels another grape and places it between my teeth, leaning down to offer it to you*
*Lips parted the taking the grape offered,moving supple hips slowly beneath him, stretching my arms around his neck, gently pulling him down towards me, my lips meeting his,my tongue placing the grape into his mouth,seeking his kiss*
*I kiss her deeply, tasting the mixture of fruits on her lips, savouring the taste, slowly lowering my body alongside hers,my skin pressed up against hers, caressing her hips with my hands … idly wondering how much of what happens in this cabin can be heard up on deck … smiles and decides not to worry about it, deepening the kiss still further.*
*Surrendering into his deep kiss the sunlight pours through the porthole with a golden aura shining on entwined bodies lost in the passionate longings, after all they have all day*
The Arrival at the Braganza castle in Catalan
* Cimmerian shades stealing in from the coast the on billowing breezes which rustle through the bending canopy of densely packed trees, carrying a diaphanous mist cloaking the riders and wagons in its protective cape, weaving their weary way at the end of an arduous days travel along a narrow stony road into the valley below, the Braganza castle has stood for hundreds of years here in the valley now shrouded as the mist reaches the valley floor concealing the castle from Spanish spy’s.
The clattering of horses the hooves echo in the courtyard as we enter the imposing courtyard through massive wooden gates which are closed by the guards then bolted behind the last wagon. Dismounting with a volt from his horse John strides over lifting me from my horse securely within his arms letting me slide down his well-toned torso grinning, holding me there long enough to whisper in my ear, flushing my feature colour chocolate brown eyes flash in amusement while I form an alluring smile at his sweet words . John then slips his arm around my shoulder guiding into the castle still grinning, along passages lit with flickering torches the flames dancing on the walls with an amber glow. Finally reaching an intricately carved wooden door leading into a great room, a fire burns ferociously logs crackling with sparks flying up the large imposing chimney baring the crest of the Braganza family, a warm glow lights the room large wax candles burn in wrought iron holders their flames flickering like stars in the night sky, on caved table a bottle of wine with two glasses set near the great fireplace alongside a platter with cheeses and bread.
Relaxing on sumptuous cushions which have been scattered in front of the large hearth we talk drinking wine within the warm glow of amber light radiating from embers of the fire. Cocooned within his strong arms which wrap around my slender frame from behind, I lean back into his toned body my fingers interlinked with his, he brushes tender kisses gently against my neck, relishing these stolen moments suspended in time guarded from the perils of war. Living for each other, never knowing when we will be torn apart, bringing himself to his knees, kissing my long free tendrils he sweeps me up into his arms carrying up the stairs to our bedchamber, silently closing the door behind him.
The hurly burly of the great courtyard alive with activity as Johns men spring into action unloading crates of guns and ammunition which are taken to hidden depths within the castle there for our purposes when needed. The hustle and bustle carries on late into the night delivering all the supplies necessary for our comfort which are magically spirited away to bed chambers, kitchens and stores, by morning our residence for the foreseeable future, overseen by the amply proportioned cook runs like clockwork.
Waking with palpitations fear cascades through my frame gripping my very soul, reaching for John needing his strong protective arms, the warmth of his body comforting mine, fears from the past cast shadows across my worst nightmares the scar now healed aches, an omen that never leaves me like the prickling hairs on the back of my neck alerting danger in years gone by, sitting upright stroking the pure cotton sheets on John’s side of the vast bed, where entwined together we slumbered through the night, now empty and cold, my dependence growing as the weeks pass life without him unthinkable.
Slipping my long creamy legs over the side of the bed draping my robe casually around my nubile form, gracefully glissade across the sandstone floor towards the window, the apparent bedlam below audible even from John’s apartment’s which are situated in the lofty part of the castle. Smiling I gaze upon the resplendent proportions of his well-toned torso, muscles rippling under the thin material of his shirt, trembling a wave of passion cascade through my frame my creamy completion flushes with a warm glow from a distance admiring this man who has captured my heart.
John very much at home in this environment giving orders to his trusted men, his commanding stature lulling my fears somewhat as he prepares the castle to be fortified against any attack. Our mission is clear here in Catalan, to undermine the Spanish hold on the Catalases people, the Spanish having spies everywhere should I be discovered as an agent for France my life would be in mortal danger, slowly as each day passes learning once again to trust, knowing he will protect me with honour and his life. Throwing open the large window leaning slightly out I wave to John below flashing a bewitching smile, he greets me back with his usual boyish grin, beckoning for me to join him, waving back I then turning away from the window to complete my toilette, dressing casually making my way down through the endless passageways filled with activity to join John.*
*I stand in the courtyard of the castle I think of as my second home, staring around at the substantial stone walls, secure and easily defended, as has been proved over the centuries. Heavy shutters on the windows, thick wooden gates, good views of the surrounding countryside. Not that any attacking force would get near the walls before the locals raised the alarm and rushed to warn us. This is something the Spanish have never understood. Treat the people well, and they will look after you in times of trouble. I hand out orders, making sure the ammunition and weapons are stored securely, and that the gold we brought is taken care of. Food to the kitchens … not my domain, but I know we will be well fed. Hopefully more than just the strawberries that
@auroretrav2014 seems to have developed a taste for. We also have our own orchards of figs, oranges and grapes. I stare up at the windows to my personal apartments, catching a glimpse of leaning out. She waves and smiles as my heart does a little skip and jump. She still has that affect on me. I wonder if she is even aware of it. I grin up at her and beckon her down to join me, plotting an escape to tour the local area and show her the sights. I know Miguel will insist on following us, but I also know he’ll close his eyes if we … find a quiet spot. I grin to myself as @auroretrav2014 drifts across the yard to join me, breathing in the scent of roses at her approach. The scent is perfect for her, as is the floaty blouse she has chosen to wear. In fact, she’s pretty much dressed for a ride around the estate. Perfect. it’s as though she was reading my mind. As she reaches my side, I wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her close to me, my lips making immediate contact with hers, my tongue hungrily seeking hers, tasting the strawberries she seems intent on eating every breakfast …. pulling apart, slightly breathlessly, and grinning as she blushes deeply at the whistles of approval from my men. I lean in to whisper in her ear.* Sorry about that, but there is no way any of them will allow any harm to come to you now. Not if they value their own lives anyway. As soon as things are organised, how about we take a ride around the estate, so you can get to know the area. I can show you the orchards … and the waterfall. *I grin at the glint in your eye. Why have I got a feeling that I will pay for that very public display of affection and get wet in the process?*



















*Vaults from my horse* Magda! Remember your manners. This lady is a guest at the castle. *Grabs her firmly by the arm and escorts her inside, shooting a glance back to John and a slight nod*
*I shake my head, a little sadly.* Apologies, Aurore. I thought … perhaps … *I find I am lost for words* Don;t take it personally. Magda dislikes anyone and anything French. *I sigh. This is not going to be as easy as I had hoped. And Aurore looks shaken.* Come on, let’s head to the meadows. It will be cooler there. Miguel will catch us up.
*Shaken I urge my horse forward with
@DukeBraganza alongside, drawing breath in an attempt to gain my composure. @miguelpedrosa91 still some way behind. The countryside is glorious rolling pastures leading up to the mountains, a gentle breeze bending the boughs of the trees, filling me soul with a sense of freedom for the first time in years.Nestled in the in a secluded corner, a perfect spot to rest* John this is perfect is this a good place for the picnic,I have packed some tasty morsels! the type you like Meu amor.
*I try to resist the urge to groan* Strawberries? *I hand her the basket and tie the horses to a tree*
*The basket full of tasty treats, smoothing down the folds of my skirt, kneeling down on soft meadow grass Lifting the lid taking out a blanket, shaking it out on the long grass. Tapping the the blanket beside me @DukeBraganza to sit next to me.
@miguelpedrosa91 sitting with his tethered horse some distance away*
*Settles down beside her, glancing over at Miguel, safely out of hearing range but with a perfect view should anyone approach.* So, what did you bring? Strawberries and?
*Gently laugh at
@DukeBraganza opening the first parcel wrapped in a cloth* Lay down put you head in my lap!
*I glance at her, suspiciously, but since I trust her implicitly, I do as asked, wondering how exactly I’m supposed to eat like this.*
*Taking from the cloth a segment of fig,the colour of a red sunset*
@DukeBraganza Close your eyes* popping the sweet flesh into his mouth* Tell me about your life here, this is the family estate?
*I chew on the flesh of the fruit, savouring the luscious sweetness as is floods my taste buds.* Yes, the castle in Portugal is the main family estate, but this was acquired a long time ago. My family have split their time between the two for so long, we’re considered locals. *I gaze up at the azure sky, watching wispy white clouds drift lazily by.* I spent lots of happy summers here, running wild in the woods and hills, annoying the locals with endless questions. *I chuckle at the memories.* Exploring was always my favourite past time … Alexander and I used to play hide and seek in the hills … he was terrible at it. *I sigh and sit up* So, what do you think of the place so far?
*Placing my hand gentle on
@DukeBraganza ruggedly handsome face,running my hand through his hair. leaning towards him brushing a soft kiss to @DukeBraganza lips, speaking into the kiss* My love it is perfect, so peaceful away from all the horror of the conflict, I wish we could stay here forever. *Placing a stawberry between my lips pressing into John mouth the red juice spilling forth its nectar*
*I grin and bite down on the fruit, sharing the sweet sticky goodness with Aurore.* I think I could grow to like strawberries if you feed them to me this way. *I kiss her deeply, gazing into her chocolate eyes* There’s a spot near here, a secret place, very few know it exists. It was one of my favourite places as a boy.* I stand up, grinning down at her, offering a hand up.* Come on, I’ll show you. You’re going to love it.
*Softly smiling looking into his blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight his boyish grin melting my heart how can I ever resist him? Reaching out taking his offered hand, John pulls me up to be at his side, holding my hand he leads the way to share secrets from his childhood. I shiver not that it is cold a warm breeze bends the boughs of the trees rustling through the grass; despite John’s outward persona I feel a great sadness within him. Talking we make our way up the mountain path.*
*I lead her up the hill path, through the clusters of oak and beech that surround the twisting pathway, following a path familiar to me … so familiar that I stride over the tree roots and duck under low branches without even thinking about it, tugging a little impatiently at Aurore’s hand, eager to show her this special place.* Everything alright Aurore? The climb isn’t too much is it? *Looks at her with concern. I’m used to this, but she is more used to the finery of Paris and … what am I thinking … her ‘profession’ as an agent for her country means she is more than capable of this, as I well know. Adjusting to her being back in my life is a little confusing.*
* Walking with
@DukeBraganza is invigorating, a fresh breeze rustles through trees a little cooler than in the meadow below. With no effort John takes the path in his stride, looking back with concern ,smiling as I am fitter than he thinks.* John how far now to the special place? *tugging back at his hand* Please tell me!
*I grin at her impatience. I’d missed that in her. Normally she tried to appear so serene and in control.* Not far. Trust me, you’re going to love it. *I lead the way around the last couple of bends, slowly, allowing us both to regain some composure.* Just through here. *I lead her to an opening in the cliff face, a common enough cave from first appearances, hidden from the path by the trees.* Here, look through here. pic.twitter.com/GfAD8LyJF7
* Letting go of
@DukeBraganza hand gasping with delight* John how beautiful,never have I seen such a wonderful place* shards of light dance on the ripples of the water,the sound from the waterfall rushing to join the dance, the enchantment filling me with such joy, in a place of perfection* John it is so special how did you find this wonderful place?
*I watch her face, beaming at her expression of wonderment* I told you you’d love it. I didn’t find it, Alexander did. One of our hide and seek games. I used to hide up trees *I grin at the memory of climbing up tree trunks and trying to conceal myself in the leaves.* He said he always checked up trees first when looking for me. He was sneakier. Explored caves for good spots. Then he found this. I swear, for the 2 weeks, we spent every moment we could here. *I stare around the sunlit pool, remembering how we used to swim in its depths, and dive from the waterfall. Carefree, happy days.* Our favourite spot to hide from the world … right up to the day …. *My voice trails off as I stare up at the waterfall, barely seeing the torrents of cascading water, lost in the good memories, knowing they are long gone, never to be re-lived as we had intended … as we had promised each other.*
*
@DukeBraganza stares towards the waterfall, hesitating sensing a deep foreboding from John* My love what happened to Alexander?
*I sigh, not trusting myself to look her in the face. These memories I prefer to put to one side.* He died … an accident …A stupid, pointless accident. *I risk a glance at her face, seeing a look on her face as she gazes at the waterfall. *Oh, no, not here, he didn’t die here. I wouldn’t come back here if he had …. actually I think this is the first time I’ve been back here since. I had no reason to …. *I stare up at the sky, wondering why I brought her here. I should have headed to the vineyards. Somewhere safe … fewer memories …
*Breath hitches as
@DukeBraganza turns away from me, eyes closed downcast, his anguish and pain touching so deeply a single tear trickles from the corner of my eye sharing his loss, my memories of my own father dying bleeding in my arms. The need to draw him @DukeBraganza towards my breast giving comfort is so overwhelming, so close I could reach out for him, so far away in his own thoughts.With trembling hands silently stepping towards John, sliding my arms around his waist from behind, resting my cheek against the warmth of @DukeBraganza back, interlocking fingers across the well-toned muscles of his lower torso as we breathe together as one, not a word spoken, unable to express the need we feel for each other the love. Staying so close, John turns in my arms to face me*
*I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me, her body molding itself into mine. I feel her shiver slightly. Was it a shiver? Or is she trembling?* Come on, let’s go find a sunny spot outside. It’s cool in here. *I wrap my arm around her and lead her back onto the hillside, pausing to breath the air, before setting off down the path to a small clearing with a view down the hillside, yet shielded from prying eyes by the surrounding trees, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, listening to the breeze rustle through the long grass, taking the whispered memories with it leaving me feeling calmer … empty and aching, but calmer.*
*
@DukeBraganza walking by my side bringing us down into a clearing with beautiful views of the valley. Turning to face him looking deeply into @DukeBraganza blue eyes haunted by his loss,the emptiness he will never conceal under the calm exterior placing a hand gently against his features entwining my other arm around his neck needing him more than ever before, this man whom I love so passionately, this same my who took my heart plucked my flower many years ago, my first love my only love.*
*I stare into those warm, chocolate eyes, seeing the sadness reflected there, the need, the desire. I lean in and kiss her gently, tenderly, my arms wrapped around her, holding her close, breathing in time with her.*
* Leaning into
@DukeBraganza arms, breast rise and fall with each breath we take. Deepening the kiss, still locked in each others arms stepping towards the oak tree entwined together,gently pulling John down with me into the long grass,wanting to show my complete need for him*
*Following her into the depths of the grass, my hands seeking her soft skin, my mouth seeking all those spots that make her quiver in her own special way, needing to be close to her, to be one with her … just needing her completely.*
*Softly speaking
@DukeBraganza name into the soft kisses,tingles touching every nerve as he seeks those special places, needing to join with John intertwined moving to the rhythm of our bodies and our deepest needs*
*Drifting the kisses every lower, my tongue flicking at her skin, murmuring her name, lost in the moment, past memories forgotten with the urge to create new memories in their place.*

















I glance at
@DukeBraganza somewhat despairingly. I really hope he convinces @auroretrav2014 that she needs a maid. I roll my eyes as he plucks yet another stray strand of grass from her hair. I catch my brothers eye and head over to speak to him privately. With luck, he has news that will help our fight against the Spanish.

{Portuguese black eyes sparkle mischievously as swaying hips balance a jug of wine neatly tucked under one arm, flouncing the brightly coloured skirt with each sway of the hips, ruby lips parted enticing the Spanish soldier’s with alluring smile, with toss of black curls laughing as drunken fools disclose secrets as maidens sit astride of their thighs, nubile curves there for the looking, no touching under the watchful eye of Pia}
*I watch
@catina2015 from across the quiet tavern with a sigh. She has grown up so much and so quickly, with her mothers looks and curves, and her fathers mischievous eyes. She weaves her way confidently around the customers, teasing with a smile, warning with a shake of the finger. If she acts this way around the Spanish, I can understand my brothers concerns that one of the soldiers will push his luck with her. And if that happens, I have no doubt that Manuel will do something stupid in response. All our hard work will come to naught, and I will probably have to rescue him from a Spanish firing squad. It is a shame that the girl is so stubborn. I’m told it runs in the family. Must be her mother’s side. She will not simply retreat to the kitchens. She wants to be helpful. She wants to help our cause. She will only accept another position if she believes it to be useful. I glance at @DukeBraganza somewhat despairingly. I really hope he convinces @auroretrav2014 that she needs a maid.
I roll my eyes as he plucks yet another stray strand of grass from her hair. I catch my brothers eye and head over to speak to him privately. With luck, he has news that will help our fight against the Spanish.















* Slipping my arm through
@DukeBraganza arm resting my hand gently on his arm with a small squeeze* John *I whisper* This girl better not fail me!! You know what happens when I am displeased!
*I wait patiently for the crowd of people to begin leaving the small country church,
@auroretrav2014 smiling politely at people as they pass by, most of them nodding their heads in greeting, few of them actually speaking. They’re a close knit community, slow to trust strangers, even if this particular stranger is my guest. I just hope @auroretrav2014 doesn’t take the lack of gushing conversation as a personal insult. We will have to work to win them around, but I am sure it will not take too long.*
*Watches quietly, waiting for a gap in the crowd. Finally stepping forwards to lead the way from the church. Greets Father Francis at the door, exchanging a few pleasantries, waiting for John and Aurore to make their way outside. No one in the church is a threat to their safety. This is my chance to catch up with friends and family without being on the alert for a Spanish attack.*
*Holding onto
@DukeBraganza arm with mine slipped through his, graciously smiling exchanging a few polite words. Relieved for the most part they are accepting the French woman on the arm of @DukeBraganza. Touching the head of a small girl who presents me with a glorious bunch of wild flowers*
*I look down at Juliet as she smiles shyly up at Aurore.* Thank you, little one, very kind. *I whisper ear* You see, I told you that coming to the Sunday Service was a good idea. They’ll soon get to know you, and then we can start making plans.
*Leaning in towards
@DukeBraganza whispering back in Portuguese, happy my departed father insisted in a fine education* Meu amor @DukeBraganza I have butterfly’s deep with in my core *Softly laughing nervously* they are very kind,and the generosity is so touching.
*I smile at her* Yes, they are. They’d give you the shirt off their back if you needed it, which is why I hate the way the Spanish troops treat them. Moving into their homes, eating their food. They are a patient yet passionate people. They can hold grudges for years. Or set your house on fire in a minute. *I grin at the look on her face.* Don;t worry, I don;t believe Miguel would allow them to burn down the castle. Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people. *I take her hand and lead her over to a childhood friend, Ramon, and his ever increasing family, led by Juliet.
*Fingers interlinked,approaching Ramon and his family, dipping down taking Juliet tiny hand* My dear sweet child did you pick the flowers fro your garden* Smiling up at me she answers she did.* So kind we must talk some more next time.* The back of my neck tingles feeling very uncomfortable noticing an old woman on edge of the crowd.
@DukeBraganza continues to chat with his dear friend, not wanting to alarm him,fingers grip a little tighter to @DukeBraganza hand*
*I chat to Ramon, catching up on local news, well, local gossip, while his eldest son, Joseph, tugs on my belt, and Aurore grips my hand tightly. I frown and glance around, but I see nothing to cause alarm. Some of the older townsfolk are clustered around, chatting quietly, and throwing us a few curious glances, but that’s about it. A movement catches my eye and I swivel round quickly, pushing Joseph back to his father.*
*Glaring through old brown eyes
@DukeBraganza the venom rising hatred of the French/our lord suckers her] Ai ales Cadela Francesa! * Curse them French bitch> scraping bile from my throat spitting into the whores face] Go/home/bitch
*Alerted by a commotion in the church, I set off back inside at a run, ignoring the protests of Father Francis about the sanctity of the church, but not drawing a weapon out of respect all the same.* Magda! What on earth do you think you’re doing? *I grab her arm, not too gently and drag her outside, leaving John to deal with Aurore. If Father Francis was concerned about me running in his church, I dread to think what he’ll make of the colourful language Magda is screeching.*
*I stare at Miguel’s back in stunned confusion as he physically drags Magda from the church. After the incident in the village, I knew her feelings were strong, but I had no idea they were this strong. A quick glance around reassures me that the others do not think the same way. They are looking at Aurore with pity, not hatred. As for Aurore … she looks truly shocked.*
[Yanking my arm free from
@miguelpedrosa91 consumed with rage> throwing arms in the air with full expression] What do I think I am doing [Throws arms in the air] I have known you @miguelpedrosa91 for a long time as I have @DukeBraganza > The French KILLED/MY/SON [ Pushes his arm storming off down the road cursing the bloody French}
*Watches her go, anger mixed with sympathy. But she’s not the only person to lose a loved one for no good reason. Maybe
@catina2015 could speak to her. Maybe she’s too young. Sighs.*
Are you alright Aurore? You’re not hurt? *I pull a clean handkerchief from a pocket and hand it to her, uncertain what else to do. Ramon and his wife come to my aid and start shooing people from the church.* Magda is going to be a problem.
Meu amore such hatred* slipping my arm once more through
@DukeBraganza arm trembling with fear which is overwhelming, in a faint voice whispering* @DukeBraganza Please may we go now.
Of course meu armor. *I drape my arm over her shoulders, protectively, feeling the small trembles run through her frame. I chide myself for not having foreseen this, for not protecting her properly. Magda could have had a knife with her. I shudder at that thought. I do not know what I would do if I were to lose her like that, through my carelessness.* Come, let’s go back to the castle. I have an excellent Madeira Brandy in my cellars. Always good for shock.

















@DukeBraganza *Melting into the deep kiss my soul ascending captured within Johns protective embrace, the glow from the fire anointing us warmly with soft amber hues, perfumed oils sending their hedonistic aromas intensifying our need. Entwined in each other’s arms, whispering against his sweet lips gasping as my heart pumps in rhythm with each breath taken*Meu amor with sangfroid thinking you seduced my mind showing the allure of possibilities.* Brushing a feathery kiss against his eager lips my full lips slightly parted with yearning for the par a deux of love I proffer my silken form,long lithe legs extend around his waist *
*I fight back a groan as her legs wrap around me, her soft skin pressed up against my own, the scent of vanilla invading my senses, permeating through every fibre of my being. I kiss her deeply, before ducking my head and kissing around her neck. Soft, gentle butterfly kisses, my lips barely brushing her skin, my arms wrapped firmly around her, holding her close.
*My breathing quickens, hitching gasping for breath as it is drawn from my lungs,amber hues from the fires embers radiate soft hues colouring the sandstone walls the colour of our passion. Cocooned within his arms the butterfly kisses sending shivers through my frame.*
*I feel the need rise within me, the need to be one with Aurore. I dip my head further, my teeth gently brushing over her hardened nipples, my stubble grazing over her curves, nibbling and licking at her skin as she writhes in my grasp.*
*Grasping John’s arms as my muscles tighten in long lithe legs clenched around his waist, arching my back as waves of pleasure cascade over every nerve ending tingling a million times over, murmuring his name in a gasp * John Meu amor.
*I frown in frustration. Aurore wrapped around my body this way is extremely pleasing in its way, but … I smile spying the soft rug by the fire. I gently ease us both over to it, lowering her onto the rug and grinning down at her wolfishly.* Need something, meu amor? *I run my hands slowly down her sides, a feather like touch on her over heated skin.*
*Long fingers run through his tussled hair,gently pulling so our lips touch, kissing him passionately with full moist lips parted yearning for the power growing between our forms*
*I moan as I return the kiss, my hands roaming freely over her body, shifting my position slightly as our bodies readily entwine, my breathing quickening.*
*Exotic aromas vaporise with the warmth of the fire increasing our desire, breast rise and fall with quickened breathing, gasping ,deepening the ardour of the kiss as tongues entwine, dancing the tango of love.
@DukeBraganza soft touch from hands roaming exploring creamy flesh reaching my deepest depths of pleasure*
*Matching the movements of our bodies, so we move as one, feel as one, breathe as one, my lips brushing kisses over her face and neck, my hands caressing her skin, growling incoherent words in her ear as her back arches, pressing her body even deeper into mine, matching the rhythm without conscious thought.*
*Warm breath against my ear
@DukeBraganza moving to the rhythm as we become entwined together, back arched pressing my breasts against the well honed muscles of his chest. Moaning joining as one entity locked in our union of passion*
*Feeling the heat flood through my veins, as the flames of the fire beside us twist and writhe, mirroring our own dance of passion and need, growling words of desire in her ear, some in Portuguese, some in French, and some even my ears do not recognise, although the words come a poor second to their meaning and intent.*
*The wave increases with heightened arousal tremors tingle down my creamy thighs, moaning as the enveloping warmth melts me, a warmth filling my frame with complete contentment that runs so deeply releasing withheld anguish and pain the overwhelming crescendo restoring a sense of power, of hunger, of feral pleasure so intense! Every fear that consumed me simply erased, the release allowing me to fade away drifting into the sanctuary of his powerful arms.*
*I murmur words of reassurance in her ear as I pull her into my arms, cradling her head with my arm, the passion sated, the fiery heat of the moment replaced by a contented warmth as I listen to her breathing, calm and strong. No trembles or shaking. I smile as my eyes close slowly, happy that the old Aurore is back, safe within my arms.
I wake slowly, a slight chill felt on my skin. I groan and flicker one eye open, wondering where I am. The embers of the fire still glow in the hearth, @auroretrav2014 curled in my hold, her head on my arm, which explains why I seem to have lost all feeling in my fingers. I gently prise myself from her grasp, smiling as she grumbles in her sleep, her eyes remaining firmly closed. I stretch and massage the feeling back into my arm, before carefully stooping and picking Aurore up in my arms, adjusting as she wraps her arms around my neck, still sound asleep. I smile broadly and carry her to my room, depositing her gently on the bed, wondering if she’ll believe me when I tell her she talks in her sleep. A quick glance out of the window, but it’s still too dark outside. I yawn and slide under the sheets beside Aurore, chuckling as she entwines her arms around my torso.* Sleep well, Meu Amor
*Waking early John brushes a soft kiss against my lips murmuring “Meu amor sleep well”, the dawn breaks with faint shimmering lights across the early morning sky herald the new day’s birth, John silently departing before the cockerel crows his early morning awakening. Adorned only in slumber the contentment washing over a soul made new with joy and fulfilment, the thirst for atonement quenched in the sanctuary that now embraces a restored heart. Sunlight filters through closed shutters filling the room with a warm haze, arms stretched above my head nimble fingers intertwine sighing giving thanks for a glorious morn, adjusting the cotton sheet around lithesome frame sitting up in bed, willowy long creamy legs glissade one then the other over bushing over the edge of the bed, draping my gown to adorn my sylphlike frame, sweeping with apparent ease greeting the morning breeze that caresses a near naked nubile form as shutters are throw open. Breathing in the late summer air fused with the perfume of country flowers birds singing joyfully in the trees, turning with a sigh ringing for
@catina2015 who will attend to my toilette.*
{ Flounces brightly coloured skirt from side to side hips gently sway passing the guards on the way into the castle> black eyes twinkle with amusement>cherry lips smiling lusciously> twirling black curls with a dexterous long finger> looking back over raised exposed shoulder> laughing black eyes flashing savouring the attention> hips continue to sway with the flounce of the skirt> heels tip tap on the sandstone cobbles, making my way languidly towards Aurores chamber}
*Positioning myself gracefully on the chair before my dressing table, the door is knocked loudly,raising a brow in irritation as it can only be
@catina2015! Drawing a breath maintaining some self control* Enter please Catina
. {Pushes the door open, shutting it with a bang. Tosses long curls swaying hips as heels tip tap on the floor, head held high flashing a bright smile} Senhora
@DukeBraganza sent me.
*Turning eloquently looking
@catina2015 up and down, fingers interweave resting within the folds of my gown.Calmly indicating @catina2015 should twirl as I inspect her appearance*Catina should you finish your training to become my ladies maid, I will expect your hair and dress to be impeccable! When you enter a ladies room enter quietly with reverence, wait until you are spoken to, with hands folded in-front. DO/NOT/ENTER as if a heard of castle enter with you. Catina Do I make myself clear? *Looking into her eyes sternly*
{Pouting! black eyes conceal anger,tapping toe on the floor,staring back} Perfectly Senorah, What will you have me do? {With a swish of the skirt and a swaying walk moving towards
@auroretrav2014 taking the brush from the dressing standing behind @auroretrav2014}
*Drawing breath calmly taking the brush from
@catina2015 hand* Catina I can see you have little training!! We will start today ! on entering a room~ Now go back out QUIETLY! Knock gently and wait until I bid you enter. Off you go!
{Shoulders back, head tilted up with defiance, swishing the brightly coloured skirt in my hand. Letting out a sigh. Opening the door closing it behind me. Huffing as I knock gently on the door}
*With slight amusement at
@catina2015 spoilt behaviour making her wait for some time brushing my hair fifty times* Enter @DukeBraganza
{Entering quietly hands folded before me} Senhora
*Concealing a small laugh turning towards the window, turning with grace to face @catina201.* Much better! *With an elegant wave of the hand, calling
@catina2015 closer *I would like you to make enquiries about any lady in the village who is trained at making herbal medicines?
There is a lady
@auroretrav2014 {Eyes look to the sky,dear lord} @Magdatheold2015 makes all the remedies and delivers babies{Shivers remembering the old witch}
*Nodding graciously pleased with
@catina2015 progress* Catina finish brushing my hair. I want you to go into village make arrangement for me to meet @Magdatheold2015 we will go tomorrow!
{Taking the brush gently brushing sections of
@auroretrav2014‘s hair, curiosity taking the place of my reluctance to serve finishing last section of @auroretrav2014‘s hair, placing the curls to fall naturally down her back} Any else Senhora {Black eyes dancing with curiosity}
@catina2015 Go to the village make arrangements for a visit with @Magdatheold2015 . Come bake later please and prepare a bath * Hands folded on my knee watching @catina2015 flounce out of the room, swaying hips, long black curls curls bounce with each step, so naive, smiling as I remember another young naive young girl with the blush of youth, sighing, sadly innocence lost for every replaced by worldly experience*
{I stride into the courtyard, casting an appraising eye over the hustle and bustle of daily life …. food being delivered, and some larger crates, that I know contain another shipment of guns and ammunition from Portugal. I pull the letter from my doublet and read it through once again, still unsure what to make of the man who wrote it.} Miguel …. Miguel!!
*Levers myself from the wall and heads over unhurriedly to John.* Problem?
“I’m not sure. I’ve been granted an audience with the Viceroy for the region. A
@ViceroydeSilva. What do we know about him?
*Shrugs slightly* He’s an ex soldier, now a diplomat. If
@ManoPedrosa91 has heard right, he wants a quiet life, but he’d prefer that life to be in Barcelona. He’s bored, which could be dangerous.
{I sigh and stare at the axure sky} Great. Just what we didn’t need. A bored solider. I’m going to have to be at my most diplomatic, aren’t I?
If you could convince him you have no interest in the conflict it would be helpful. We don’t need him poking his nose into our business. It would …. complicate things. Especially since your companion is French …..
{I roll my eyes.} I can hardly ask Aurore to pretend to be Portugese. Ok, so we’ll be polite and go meet the man. See if he’s going to be a problem. Or if we need to distract him. Saddle two horses. {I half smile at the look Miguel gives me.} Well, I’m not intending to take Aurore, and heading in with a large escort may raise suspicions. We’ll play this quietly … for now.
*Rolls eyes and heads off to leave orders in our absence and to fetch the horses*
@catina2015@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva*The hours pass immersed reading the latest play by Moliere completely losing all
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 sandstone walls of the passageways,in passing the sweet aroma of rose perfume1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourite7View Tweet activityMore -
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 As the door is opened into the courtyard the bright light from the suns orb0 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite7View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 dazzles my eyes, long dark lashes sweep across in protection,raising my hand0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 shielding them from the sun’s harsh rays. The warm air caresses the skin with a0 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite7View Tweet activityMore -
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 waist accentuating the curved nubile form. Beast rise, taking a deep Breath,pure0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 fresh air brought on a gently breeze from the mountains. A sense of freedom so0 retweets5 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite5View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 invigorating,lifting my skirt joyfully shivering with excitement,butterfly’s0 retweets4 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite4View Tweet activityMore -
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 pleasure, making my way from the main gate onto the pathway to the village.0 retweets5 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite5View Tweet activityMore -
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 winding down the sandy path cut between the fields, hedgerows overflowing with0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 wild flowers, flooding my senses with a perfusion of intoxicating perfumes,0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 wild iris, primrose, felwart, rampion and flax the heady combination enticing0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 relaxation, oblivious to danger my thoughts drifting, dreaming of peaceful days0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 in the Gascoigne, idealistic days of peace with my beloved father under his0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 loving protection, riding alone in complete safety among the sunflowers raising0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 the faces upward to the heavens such precious memories held close to my heart.0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 Suddenly, brought back to reality,a breathless Catina flouncing her skirt walking0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
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@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 long black curls, her smile radiant as she greets me, we exchange a few words,0 retweets5 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite5View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 before I request she accompany me to the village thankful for the company0 retweets5 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite5View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 in these perilous times *0 retweets5 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite5View Tweet activityMore -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 ((SL will continue end of part one))0 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourite6View Tweet activityMore -
@auroretrav2014@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 {Start SL …. part 2}1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourite5More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva {I stare up at the imposing walls of the castle as we approach. Brightly coloured walls and domed roofs ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva do not detract from the fact that the Spanish have chosen an excellent castle for their headquarters. ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva It would be very hard to storm this place successfully.}1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva *High walls. Tall towers. Small windows. Crenelatted walls and parapets. All perched on top of a craggy hill ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva top, with narrow winding paths the only way up. Getting supplies in here must be a nightmare. If they are ~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva well guarded, attacking is out of the question. Even if we had the men, the costs would be too high.*1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva {I smile politely at the guards at the heavy wooden gate and show them my letter of invitation. From ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva their reaction, the Viceroy has been meeting a lot of people lately. We’re shown through to an inner ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva courtyard, and a stable lad takes our horses. I glance around quickly, trying to make it look like I’m ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva admiring the numerous ugly gargoyles rather than weighing up their defences.}1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva *High towers surrounding the inner courtyard. Too tall to scale. Small windows even on this side. Thick doors~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva probably bolted. Easily defendable. Lots of people bustling around. All administrative though. Not many ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva soldiers. And those that are here seem to be ceremonial or young cadets. Perhaps they rely on the natural ~1 retweet8 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva defences of the castle too much. Complacency is dangerous, even in a place like this. If you could get past ~1 retweet8 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva the outer wall, there are distinct possibilities.*0 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva {I make a mental map of the castle as we’re led down a couple of impressive corridors lined with chairs ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva and cabinets, admiring the ornate plasterwork and huge chandeliers. We’re led into a large room, with ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva equally large windows overlooking the valley below. It’s an excellent view. The room itself is tastefully ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva furnished with plush rugs covering the tiled floor and decorative wall hangings. Upholstered chairs line ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva the room, along with tables all laid out with impressive looking vases. And the desk that our host is sat ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva behind is just as impressive. Huge, with just a few papers stacked neatly to one side, with a quill and ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva ink. The expanse of highly polished walnut wood, glistens in the sunlight from the windows. Intricate ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva carvings adorn the massive pedestal legs. It’s a declaration of wealth and power, and does ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva it’s job admirably.}1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva *Big room. Must be hell to heat. Big desk, expensive, uncluttered. No useful documents left lying around ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva unguarded. From the size of the windows, I assume this room is built over a sheer rock wall ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva with no fear of attack.*2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza Ah, the Duke of Braganza. Welcome to my headquarters. Can I get you a drink? {A wave of the hand without ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza even waiting for a reply sends a servant scurrying for refreshments, while I shale hands with the Duke. ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza He’s younger than I had thought, fair haired, glinting blue eyes, lean of build. Well dressed, but plain ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza and simple. Nothing fancy about this man it seems. Carries a sword casually at his waist that is obviously ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza there for business and not fashion.}1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 Please, call me John. {Dark hair, dark eyes, dark, well made clothes with an intricate embroidered edge, ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 hooded features. No sword at his waist, but there is one leant against his desk. The cross hung around ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 his neck is gold with a jewelled red inlay. It matches the ring on his finger. They are the only obvious ~1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 signs of wealth. A man who does not feel the need to advertise his position.}1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 Thank you, John. Please, call me Felipe. I do find that titles can get in the way of a decent conversation. ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 And this is? {I glance over at the man behind him. Dark haired, a little older, similarly armed. Just the ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 one man with him. Interesting.}2 retweets9 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited9More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 This is Miguel, my personal aide.1 retweet7 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva *Steps forwards and shakes the mans hand. A firm grip, a slight twinkle in his eye. The sword against his ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva desk is propped casually, and well decorated. Ebonised and silver. It could pass as a ceremonial sword, but ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva the blade is too well honed for that. Willing to bet this is a man who can handle a sword. He’s in good ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourite6More -
@DukeBraganza@ViceroydeSilva shape too, for a diplomat.*2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza Please, gentlemen, let’s sit by the window. The light is so much better there. I don’t know about you, but ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza I find these castles so dark and imposing. {I take a seat and wait for the others to join me as the servant ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza brings the drinks. Well, John takes a seat. His aide merely stands to one side, inconspicuously. I have a ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@miguelpedrosa91@DukeBraganza feeling this man could remain unseen in a crowded room if he so desired.}2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 {I help myself to a glass of wine, as Miguel positions himself to one side, blending into the background.}~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 So, how are you finding Catalonia?1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 Oh, you know. I mean, it’s very pleasant. The scenery is excellent. It’s just … well … {My voice drifts ~2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 off as I pour myself a glass.}2 retweets8 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited8More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 {I smile in understanding.} A little quiet?1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 Exactly! We are so far from a decent city here. The social life is non-existent. The local taverns are ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 there to serve the locals, not passing dignitaries. It does grow a little wearisome. I’m not sure what ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 brings people here, unless they’re farmers. {I smile disarmingly, wondering if he’ll take the bait.}2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 {I take a sip of wine as I hide a smile. Hardly subtle, yet I have a feeling it was merely an opening ~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 gambit. This is a man who is practised at the art of the diplomatic dance. I’ll have to be careful.} My ~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 family has been coming here for years. I believe there is some connection to the area in my family tree, ~1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited5More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 but I have never been too sure of the details. It was one of my favourite places as a boy, and I can ~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 never resist the temptation to spend some time at my property here when I get the chance.1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 {That response seems genuine. Perhaps my information is not as reliable as I had thought.} The fact that ~2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 we are so close to the front line in a war between France and Spain does not worry you?2 retweets7 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited7More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 {Slightly more direct. I expect he’s been told I have issues with Spanish rule in Portugal. After all, ~1 retweet6 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 that is hardly a secret. Perhaps he’s trying to gauge how accurate his information is and what my ~1 retweet4 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited4More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 intentions truly are.} No, not at all. The Pyrennes are between us and any fighting. Besides, with all ~1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited5More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 the Spanish soldiers in the area, I’m sure we all feel secure that the French army will not come walking ~1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited5More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 down the main street anytime soon.0 retweets4 favouritesReplyRetweetFavourited4More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 {Flattery. And, again, his reply seems genuine. His aide is unwavering in his lack of response. No hasty ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 glances between the two.} Indeed. The war goes well for us. The French soldiers lack discipline. I’m sure ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 we’ll soon send then scurrying back to Paris with their tail between their legs.2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 {I smile and nod noncommittally, as though I have little interest in who wins the war.} That sounds like ~1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited5More -
@ViceroydeSilva@miguelpedrosa91 you expect to be home in time for the new year.1 retweet5 favouritesReplyRetweet1Favourited5More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 {He showed no sign of alarm at that news, nor do I spot any indication that he believes I am overstating ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 the Spanish position. No smirks, no wringing of his hands. Indeed, he seems perfectly calm, relaxed and ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 uninterested. Perhaps he really is here simply to visit.} Well, perhaps. I am told the winters here can ~2 retweets6 favouritesReplyRetweet2Favourited6More -
@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91 be cold and harsh.2 retweets6 favourites