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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 25, 2012 19:37:01 GMT
"Yes, my lord."
The boy took the coin.
"It would not be proper for the princess to come to your chambers, my lord. The king has decreed that his daughter never go to a visiting knight's chambers - or a king's - unaccompanied."
He bowed and sped off.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jul 30, 2012 4:22:30 GMT
Mark laughed and prepared himself for the meeting with his future bride.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 30, 2012 20:50:10 GMT
When he reached the great hall, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. She was small and delicate, with blue eyes to match the sky on a summer's day, and golden hair. She wore a blue and white gown and sat playing delicately on a harp. Her skin was white, her fingers long and delicate as she played. She was so engrossed in her music she did not notice Mark's arrival until a servant announced "King Mark of Cornwall."
She looked up then and smiled, her lips pink and soft.
"My lord! Please, come forward."
She beckoned to a chair opposite her own.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Aug 5, 2012 7:39:58 GMT
Mark approached her entranced by her beauty. Not normally tongue-tied and as someone who had seen his fair share of beauties and bedded quite a few them, all he could muster was a weak "You play well my lady."
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