Emerging

Light within the tunnel grows lighter as The Hood and yourself emerge from the sewers into a shanty town at the edge of your former capital.

The Hood drops you to the ground and you stare up at him warily as he removes his cloak and wraps it about you. You appreciate the gesture immensely and find yourself warming to him from this simple kindness. There is something gentlemanly about his thoughtful actions that strikes your fancy.

He is a young man, with sharp angular features and a rugged handsomeness that sets your heart aflutter. You don’t need to get all moon eyed about your saviour you chide yourself, but he is tall, muscular, athletic and commanding. Fuckable.

You realise that there is something lordly about his countenance and baring. Something that makes you want to follow him. To bare his children… Damned female hormones and potions.

“Come. We are headed to a small church in the nearby town… we are to be wed after all. Our child must be legitimate in the eyes of god and the church.” He tells you.

“I cannot walk barefoot. My feet are soft and-“ he produces some commoners shoes and a simple woolen dress and, taking the cloak, he lets you dress. The wool is coarse against your sensitive skin, scratching your nipples in particular. Disappointingly, you find yourself wishing you were naked or… perhaps gentle **** silks would be more comfortable.

“Come,” he says.

“What member of the church would wed me, the former king, with you, a nameless outlaw!” You asked. “Why would I allow it?!”

“Firstly, I am the second son of Sir Kenneth the Ironheart, who you executed three years ago. You murdered my mother and brother, enslaved my sister in your harem and took my ancestral lands as your own. I am of Noble blood with a lineage more distinguished than yours even. My family church still recognises my nobility and the friar there will ordain our marriage,” he says quietly.

“What makes you think I will agree to marry you. A woman must say her vows or there is no marriage in the eyes of the church,” you argue, as though in defence of your former actions as you followed him down a dirt track away from the town and your former castle.

“You can say no off course. But then you will be of no further use to my purposes. At best I will return you to the **** block and your well deserved fate at the hands of your enemies. At worst a shallow unmarked grave,” he shrugged. “I will not shed a single tear for you… so… please… say no. I dare you..,” he says.

You pull his cloak about yourself feeling suddenly small and chill. “I… didn’t know you were Kenneth’s brat, but I see the resemblance. Your sister…” you realise talking about his family is a bad idea. “I could run away,” you say.

“Even if you did escape me where would you run. You have no friends. No allies. I am the best of a long list of those you have wronged and hate you… my lord.”