*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?*

*I watch as the last of the munitions are carried off to a place of safety. Another shipment in a few days, but this should be enough to get us started. I notice Miguel seems eager to speak to me and motion him to the far side of the courtyard, where we can in private.* Problem @miguelpedrosa91 ?

*Shrugs lightly* Not a problem as such, John, but, something that … requires careful handling. *Never good at picking the right words.*

*I smile inwardly. Miguel is so like me it is uncanny. We both prefer to let our swords do our talking.* Tell me. We’ll handle it, whatever it is.

*Takes a breath* My brother … Manuel …. he runs one of the local taverns …. the Spanish use it when travelling to the front line to fight and refill their supplies.

*I nod* I know. He has been a great help in supplying us with useful information. He is afraid they suspect he is helping us? Does he need to get out?

*Shakes head* No, he is far too careful for that. But his daughter, Catina … she is a pretty young thing … loyal and capable, but the soldiers have started to notice her. He is … nervous that they may press themselves upon her … I thought perhaps ….*Looks around the yard for @auroretrav2014* …. She has no maid with her …. I thought … perhaps …

*I smile* True. Aurore has no maid, and yes, I think it would be an excellent idea, but the choice of a maid must be hers. We can suggest it to her. *Looks at Miguel and grins.* I’ll suggest it to her.

*Nods and smiles* Thank you, John *Watches as John’s gaze drifts to the stables. Sighs and rolls my eyes.* Going for a ride?

*I smile a little sheepishly.* The idea had crossed my mind. I thought Aurore and I could ride round the estate, so she gets to know her surroundings, and … maybe stop to eat. It’s a pleasant day for a picnic.

*Shakes head, wondering when he was going to mention it.* I’ll have three horses readied.

Three? There are only two of us, Miguel. I doubt a picnic requires a horse of it’s own. We’ll always assuming Aurore doesn’t pack every strawberry in the district anyway.

*Raises an eyebrow.* I don’t intend to follow on foot. And yes, it is necessary. Do not argue with me.

*Chuckles a little at that thought. As if I would be mad enough to argue with Miguel.* Fine, three horses. And supply your own picnic.

*Rolls eyes and heads off.*

* Sunshine glistens through my loose dark tendrils, as I glide towards John smiling with dark eyes twinkling my little surprise hidden and wrapped in clothes, hidden within the picnic basket, carried over my arm. Flicking the dark tendrils in a teasing manner,now standing next to @DukeBraganza * O meu amodo …a good day for a ride.

*I eye the basket with some suspicion, hoping there are more than strawberries in it.* It is indeed. Are you ready? Have everything you need? *I reach forwards to brush a stray strand of hair from her face*

*Gentle cups my hand around his, as he brushes the hair away, taking his hand brushing it against my lips eyes never leaving @DukeBraganza eyes* Meu amor shall we ride,show me your land and somewhere secluded for a picnic* I hand the basket to @DukeBraganza* Which horse do I ride?

The chestnut is Miguels. You can have either of the greys, though you may prefer the one on the left. The right one tends to pull if you’re not used to him.

*Nods graciously smiling either grey would be within my capabilities as a rider,letting @DukeBraganza take the stronger horse. Lifting my skirt to above the ankles,bending my leg at the knee, John lifts me with ease into the saddle, turning and mounting his own horse, once settled, we ride out at the trot with @miguelpedrosa91 following behind*

*I lead the way, out of the gates, taking the winding path up the slope, past the small church, pausing at the top to stare around.* The citrus orchards are over there …. figs over there …. grapes on the low slopes … and the village is just over here.

*Nudges my horse into a trot and follows the sandy path down towards the cluster of houses, with its small tavern and market place. I slow my horse to a walk as we approach.* Don’t worry. The people here think of themselves as more French than Spanish, and they’re all friendly, once they get to know you. Just smile, Aurore, you’ll be fine. *I lead the way through the narrow cobbled streets, pointing out some of the stone buildings to Aurore …like the bakery …. and the cloth merchants … sticking to the wider streets, as I know some of the smaller back alleys have overhanging tree branches that can catch out an unwary rider.*

*Thankful we are riding early in the morning the sun beats down on the cobbles making me feel uncomfortable the hair on my neck bristles, brushing the fallen strands of locks away from my features I am distracted, just long enough for an old woman dressed in black, grab at my horse. @miguelpedrosa91 springs into action riding his horse between the old lady and myself*

*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.*

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* My head resting on @DukeBraganza well defined chest wrapped in his strong arms, we had drifted into sleep in the warm  sunshine,the soft breeze rustling the canopy above where we sleep.Lifting up from his arms hearing @miguelpedrosa91 coughing in the distance Lightly touching John’s face* Meu amor! *I whisper softly against his ear* Miguel is coming quickly my love we must dress!

*I yawn and stretch, feeling the sun, warm on my skin, grumbling as the warmth of Aurore moves away from me. Why is @miguelpedrosa91 coming to my room? Why is my bed so hard? Why can I hear the breeze in the rafters? I risk opening an eye, staring up at Aurore as she hastily slips into her clothes. Oh … this isn’t my room. The meadow .. oh hell. Better dress fast … I reach for my pants, although I’m more inclined to watch Aurore get dressed, pouring her soft, silken skin into the confines of her clothes. With a sigh, I make an effort to wriggle into my clothes.* I don’t suppose you know where my boots went?

*Coughs discreetly as I approach the meadow. I know full where they are and what they were doing, and I have allowed them as much time as I dare, but we need to move if we are to accomplish all our goals for the day.*

*Smoothing the folding of my dress, brushing grass away as @miguelpedrosa91 looks on bemused. Reaching for @DukeBraganza boots which are perched on top of a bush, containing a giggle, kneeling down before John,pulling his long boots on, smiling at @miguelpedrosa91

*Breathes in deeply, rolls my eyes and stares heavenwards. Casts a quick glance to John, and then to Aurores hair, before staring down the valley. First figs and strawberries, and now this. We’re supposed to be fighting a war!*

*I smile down at Aurore as she helps me on with my boots, before shooting a sheepish grin at Miguel, while trying to think of a way to explain the boots. I shake my head with a smile. What am I thinking. Miguel knows boots don’t fly. Why is he staring at Aurores hair? Ah …. I gently lean forwards and pick out the grass from her hair.* Lost track of time, sorry Miguel. We still have time to visit the tavern.

*Tilting features with a quizzical look towards @DukeBraganza *The tavern? why are we going to the tavern?* Wondering why @miguelpedrosa91 is staring at my hair*

I need to see my brother about some …… business

*I smile at the puzzlement on Aurores face. I wonder if she knows she wrinkles her nose in a cute way when she frowns likes that.* Miguel’s brother runs the tavern. He’s a good source of information for our cause. *I pick yet more grass from her hair, smiling.* You know, I think perhaps you should consider acquiring a maid while you are here. I’m not sure I’m too good at this!

*Resists the urge to chuckle. By John’s standards, that was fairly subtle*

* Sighing as @DukeBraganza runs his fingers through long tendrils plucking the grass entangled from the mornings. smiling into John’s face*Do I require a maid? Not when I have you !

*I raise one amused eyebrow* If you could see what an excellent job I’m making of your hair, I’m sure  you’d change your mind. *I wince sympathetically as I tug at a particularly entangled piece of grass*

*Biting down hard on my lip as @DukeBraganza tugs at my hair. Growing a little impatient* John a maid would be so intrusive ! What time would be ours alone!

*I think hard, which is not easy, considering the fact I’ve just woken from a most restful slumber.* Think of it another way … a maid would save you time, helping you choose your clothes and … do things with your hair … *teases another strand of grass free* … well, in the castle anyway. I’m sure Miguel could suggest a reliable, trustworthy local girl.

*Smiles slightly* Perhaps my brother’s daughter. She is loyal to the cause, though she is inexperienced. You can meet her at the tavern. Her name is Catina. Talk to her. I can assure you, she is trustworthy.

*Nods graciously at @miguelpedrosa91, with some irritation closes long dark lashes over my eyes. draw in a deep breath, before opening again looking directly into @DukeBraganza eyes* @miguelpedrosa91 she is his niece? *Leaning towards John* I really do not /want/a maid!

*I stand and offer Aurore a hand up.* Surely it can not hurt to meet the girl. You might find you like her. And I really do think you need a maid. *Pulls her up to me and kisses her deeply*

*Rolls eyes.* I’ll fetch the horses ……

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.

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  [Passing a friend walking back from the market full basket resting in the crook of my arm >nods and smiles] Did you hear @DukeBraganza his French mistress[Spits to the floor] the bitch! plays lady at the castle.[exchangers glances] Dont be fooled! [raises eyebrows] the French will kill you in your bed [Spits out the venom from my heart]

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{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.

*I sit back in my chair, watching as @miguelpedrosa91 heads off to talk to his brother. I know they are both concerned about @catina2015 and the amount of attention she has been getting from the Spanish. Our best and possibly only plan is for me to persuade @auroretrav2014 that she needs a maid and that @catina2015 is perfect for the job. I take a deep breath, unsure whether this will work.* Aurore, meu amor, all joking aside, I really do think a maid would be a good idea.

*Tilting my chin up with the same determination that has been both a blessing and a curse, long dark lashes lower over chocolate eyes,then open wide staring with defiance* @DukeBraganza A maid *I sigh* we agreed did we not that I do not require a maid.

*I fight the temptation to roll my eyes* No, my sweet, you declared that you did not need a maid. I still believe a maid would be useful. Just think how much more time we’d have together.

*Drawing a breath leaning in towards @DukeBraganza laying my hand gently on his arm* My love you only have to request or command privacy,no one will refuse.*Chocolate eyes sparkle with delight as I tease*

*I close my eyes and grit my teeth* True, meu amor, but you know as well as I, that I will be no help in dressing you or attending to your hair. Undressing you, now that I can help with. *I smile a little wistfully, remembering the occasions I have helped her undress, and I’m not sure a properly trained maid would approve of my methods.*

*Gently nodding in agreement while containing the urge to laugh at @DukeBraganza discomfort and irritation. *Slowly trailing my fingers of the hand resting on @DukeBraganza arm in circles smiling a glorious smile* Meu Amor I approve of your *Laughs softly* Methods I do not need a maid to dress or undress me* looking deep into his eyes mischievously*

*I stare into her eyes with a feeling of resignation. I know she’s teasing me, but this isn’t helping. I lean in and whisper throatily in her ear* Just think of the things we could do in the three hours it takes you to adjust your hair in a morning* I sit back, trying not to smirk.

* @DukeBraganza Throatily whispers against my ear,turning my features towards his face so temptingly close our breath is as one,I speak softly into his lips* @DukeBraganza Well if you can put the time to good use! I will  accept your wisdom!  and give the girl a months trial.

*I breathe a sigh of relief and catch Miguel’s eye, before kissing Aurore gently on the cheek.*

*Watches, somewhat nervously … relieved at the slight nod from John. I motion to Catina to join * Take them some fresh drinks. Be polite. No flirting. Make a good impression. *Please, God, let her make a good impression.*

[Tosses black curls smiling at @miguelpedrosa91 , while lifting a tray with goblets of wine for @DukeBraganza and @auroretrav2014. Resting the tray on one arm, swishes my skirt with a flick of the hand, black eyes flashing hips swaying as heels tip tap on the sandstone floor,laying the drinks tray on the table flashing brilliant white teeth in a wide smile] Your wine @DukeBraganza [ Nodding at @auroretrav2014 ] Senhora!

*watches carefully … exchanges a shrug and a nod with John. No idea what Aurore is thinking, but I trust

John to be … persuasive*

*I nod to Miguel. The girl did well. She didn’t flirt, she was polite, and she carries herself well. I glance sideways at Aurore, noting her chin is still set in stubborn mode.* Obrigado.

 *Graciously forming a smile asking @catina2015 if her uncle @miguelpedrosa91 had asked on behalf of @DukeBraganza and myself if she would consider been trained as a ladies maid?

[Black eyes open wide sparkiling with amusement] Sim amante Senhora. yes madam [ Swishes the the bright flouncy skirt with one hand] @auroretrav2014 your maid Senhora! That would please me.

Excellent, well, that’s decided then. *I favour both ladies with one of my brightest smiles, although I’m not quite as convinced that this is going to go smoothly as I may be indicating.* You can accompany Miguel back to the castle when you have done here, and he has concluded his business with your father. Come, Aurore, we should be heading back. *I finish my wine swiftly, and stand, extending my arm to Aurore.* We have … some preparations to see to before Catina joins us.

* 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!

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*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.

*I escort Aurore into the hall, my arm wrapped protectively around her, noting that she is still pale and clearly shaken.* Sit down here meu amor, I’ll send for some brandy and start a fire. *I settle her into a chair by the fireplace and motion for a servant, giving them precise instruction as to which bottle I require for the cellars, before turning my attention to the fire, wasting no time in sparking a light to the kindling, and slowly feeding the flame, until it glows orange with warmth. I look around at @auroretrav2014, wondering what has shaken her so much. @Magdatheold2015 was certainly vindictive and vitriolic, but Aurore has surely faced worse dangers than an old women full of anger and spite.* Are you alright, Aurore?

*Staring into the flames trembling from my core, unable to comprehend when this one incident has shaken me so, tilting my  face towards @DukeBraganza * Come here meu amor I am so cold,I do not understand why I tremble so uncontrollable.

*I rise and cross to her, pausing to take the brandy and glasses from the servant, who is a little out of breath. Good man. He must have run like the wind to get to the cellars and back so quickly. And he got the right bottle too. I pour a glass and hand it to Aurore, sitting on the arm of the chair and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.* Drink this, it will help.

*Trembling uncontrollably with cold chilling me to the inner core, even wrapped in Johns loving arms the tremors continue,slipping my arms under his jacket for warmth and comfort. Completely overcome by the hatred in the old woman’s eyes, again death comes to haunt me, desperately trying to make sense of these unaccustomed feelings of fear* Thank you my love *My hand shakes as he passes a goblet of brandy nearly spilling the contents* John who was that woman? Why does she hate me?

*I sigh, wondering where to start.* That was just Magda. She’s lived here all her life. She lost her husband to the Spanish and raised her two children on her own. A son and a daughter. The boy, Joseph, was a little younger then me, and grew up hating the Spanish. He joined the local resistance, took off for the hills but … *I sigh, thinking back to that winter, absent-mindedly stroking Aurore’s hair from her face.* … well there was a bad storm, a complete white out. The strayed too the border and ran into a French patrol. Bad luck really. The French Captain should have waited to find out who they were but he was young and inexperienced and he panicked. *I shrug and gently rub Aurores shoulders.* Magda has hated the French since that day. Believe me, it’s nothing personal against you. All French should be shot according to her, like they shot her son. *I chuckle a little wryly.* If it’s any consolation, she hates all the Spanish too. She tolerates me because I’m Portuguese, but she believes I should hate the French too. *I lean in and kiss Aurores forehead gently.*

*Legs curled under me seated on the floor at @DukeBraganza ‘s feet,*Tenderly with the tips of his fingers he caresses my features, brushing a stray hair away absent-mindedly telling the sad sad story of @Magdatheold2015 loss* John such a sad story I can relate to the desolation of loosing someone you love * Turning my face with eyes closed leaning towards the feathery touch of @DukeBraganza hands massaging my shoulder, gently leaning back against his powerful chest the warmth from his body giving safe haven from the fear raging inside my mind.*

*I gently knead her shoulders, feeling the tension leave slightly, but she is still too tense. I sigh, wondering how to help.* Maybe a massage. *I blink, realising I said that outloud. Oh well, it is a good idea.* Would that help, meu amor?

*Tuning slowly with my back leaning against @DukeBraganza knees, firm and gently hands massage the tension in my shoulders,slipping my robe down around my waist * Maybe some calming oils would help.* Overwhelmed by this fear and dread consuming my thoughts*

*I glance around the room, remembering the bureau in the corner. I refill the brandy glass and hand it to Aurore, before darting across to the bureau. A quick search and I find what I’m looking for. A small bottle of massage oil, unused in a long time, but it’s all I can think of right now. In a moment, I’m back by Aurore, deftly opening the bottle and sniffing a little tentatively. A faint aroma of orange and vanilla reassures me.* Lie on the rug meu amor, let me massage you.

*Breasts rise and fall with each breath -, slowly unlacing the confines of my nubile form. Stretching lowly onto my stomach on the rug before @DukeBraganza drawing another deep breath in the effort to relax*

*I take a deep breath of my own as I admire Aurores naked form. Shaking my head to keep my mind on the job at hand, I kneel beside her on the rug, warming a little oil with my hands, before gently massaging her shoulders. I frown as I realise this is not the ideal position. Perhaps if I knelt astride Aurore ….. but then I’d get oil on my breeches …… unless ….I shed my clothes quickly, leaving them in an untidy pile, and position myself, one knee either side of Aurores prone body,Applying more oil, I gently make my way down Aurores spine, massaging in small circular motions, noting how creamy and soft her skin is beneath my fingers.*

*slowly with delicate touch @DukeBraganza traces the contours of my nubile frame rubbing my back with circular movements, the sensual sensation’s relaxing tension within my core, the fear numbed by his closeness the musk’s smell from his warm skin evoking a deepened desire, combined with the evocative perfume from scented oils of vanilla fused with orange applied skilfully by his warm hands. *

*I inhale the aroma of the oils as it grows stronger in the warmth of the room. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the mix of orange and vanilla. That combined with her soft skin beneath my fingers …. No, concentrate. This is about making Aurore feel relaxed. And it does seem to be working. Her muscles are notably less tense, although her breathing is still a little quick.* Roll over, meu amore.

* With ease of movement rolling slowly over the amber hues from the dying embers reflecting onto my creamy flesh glowing radiantly, stretching my arms down laying alongside my frame*

*I take a breath as my eyes roam over her body. Hmmm, where to start …. oh, yes … oil … I warm more oil in my hands and gently start to massage her shoulders again, before allowing my hands to roam down her body. She’s definitely beginning to relax. My hand drifts over the scar below her left breast … healing well, and she no longer flinches when I touch it. Still, the memories must persist.* Is this what troubles you, meu amor? That Magda could have done the same?

*Closing my eyes as lashes sweep downwards, the memories continue to haunt me,the assailant in the dark woods who sprang from no where.* Meu amor in my dreams the memories come from time to time. Magda came from no where, it triggered the fear.

*I gaze down at her, understanding her fear. Magda took me by surprise as well. That will /not/ happen again. I will not see Aurore hurt, not if I can prevent it. Fuelled by this feeling, I reach down and gently lift her into my arms, her skin pressed against mine, the slick oil making her a little hard to hold. Still, it is a good excuse to hug her tightly, to reassure her that I am there for her, for whatever she needs. I smile at her and kiss her deeply.* I’m here for you, never  doubt that for a second.

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@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*

Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

@catina2015@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva*The hours pass immersed reading the latest play by Moliere completely losing all

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1. Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

   @catina2015@DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva sense of time. Rising from the comfortable chair near the window leisurely

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2. Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

   @DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva glancing out down into the courtyard, suddenly aware that @catina2015 has not returned

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3. Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

   @DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 from the village, irritated by her tardiness I drape a shawl casually around my

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4. Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

   @DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 shoulders deciding to take a stroll into the village.

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5. Aurore Treville ‏@auroretrav2014 5h5 hours ago

   @DukeBraganza@miguelpedrosa91@ViceroydeSilva@catina2015 The silk of my skirt rustles brushing the sandstone floor as I glide towards the

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