A night for a knight(in training) II
I was in training to become part of King Henry VIII’s closest guard. The King was no stranger to scandal. Several generations of my family and the royal family have been intertwined.
I stood watching Wilhelm Richard’s face fill with rage and blood. The vein on the side of his forehead looked as if were going to shoot blood. My armour rattled with my trembling body. I would reflect badly on my family and in the King’s choices if I were caught.
“Young man,” He paused to break from the toothy growl, “why are you in my courtyard? And why have you come from my daughter’s room?”
“Um…I…Uh,” I stammered awkwardly, “She sent for me.”
I have no idea why Sir Richard intimidated me so. He stood nearly a foot shorter than I.
He groaned angrily, “young man, what is your name?”
I straightened myself and mumbled shyly, “Sir Richard, the name is Anthony Sherwin.”
Strangely, the rage dissipated only slightly.
“Anthony, my boy, you are free to go without incident as soon as you present this letter,” Sir Richard chuckled to himself.
Panicked, I searched for the letter. I found the letter in the pocket of my shirt. I shoved the crumpled paper into his outreached hand. His facial expression changed from an angry smile to a scowl that showed the shock and embarrassment he felt from the contents of the salacious letter. Before this moment, Sir Richard had naively thought his beloved daughter was husband hunting. In a way, that idea was true.
Sir Richard’s voice dropped once again into a low whisper, “Anthony, did you touch my daughter?”
I may not have been shaking anymore. However, my anxiety made me feel as if I may vomit. In response, I simply shook my head, for fear that I might get vomit on his fine leather boots.
“Anthony, get back to the castle,” He paused again with a heavy breath, “do not speak of this to anyone.”
He slapped the back of my head harshly as I headed for the gate.
I made quick work of the walk back to the castle barracks. I managed to make it into my bed without waking anyone but my brother, James, noticing.
“How was your rendezvous with Lady Loraine Richard,” James voice was chipper and curious.
I looked toward his bunk with a bitter face.
James laughed at my grimaced face, “What did a woman scare you, little brother?”
I was irritated by my brother’s remarks. “well, James, she did intimidate me. However that is not my reason for refusing her aggressive advances,” I forced my voice so that it was sharp, “I have plans to win the affections of another young woman.”
James again chuckled at my expense. My sentimental feelings were much different than that of the men that surrounded me.
“Do you remember Lady Emily Rene Belcourt?” I asked James.
She was the newest lady in waiting to the queen. She was more beautiful than any other woman I had ever met. Emily’s skin was the color of cream and honey. She had the most beautiful spring green eyes. Her hair was particularly striking, her hair was as black as the feather on a raven.
“You better befriend her father,” James prodded me, “She will not be a maiden long in this court.”