Kidwyn

Mid Winters Eve - 2004 Dubad, Ireland

"....When you best a dragon and he gives up all his treasure to you, without sheding a drop of his precious blood perhaps..." -she turned away his attempt to kiss her. "What know you of Honor, Responsibility, Respect?" Kidwyn softly inquired. He held her firmy against the wall, his body pressed hard against hers, the cold stones of the wall pressing her back. A moment ago they were talking, making jokes by the hearth of the great hall. She had thought him charming - a man of honor. Now as he ripped her dress away... the true nature of the man was revealed.

"I am learned knight, Milady." He whispered great deeds inbetween kisses to her silken flesh. None of which were his to lay claim to. "I am honored by King Brandon with a song of valour to be written by his chief Bard. As a reward he has given me a choice of the courtesans."

"And that entitles you to fuck any woman you please, Sir Mac Rua?" Chivalry is a perverse code -an attempt to control women Kidwyn thought. Bran must be laughing his arse off now. Oh she would get even! With both hands to Mac Rua's chest she shoved him away."Are not knights practiced in the art of self-restraint? Can yew nae keep your willie in your pants?" He was to angry to speak, his face reddened, a vein bulging in his forehead and at his temples. He was intent on having his way with her whether she wished his attentions or not. He continued his advances, roughly pawing at her small breasts. She wanted him after all, she was flirting with him- Mac Rua reasoned. Kidwyn pushed him away again sending him tumbling over table.

She let the ruined gown fall away, leaving her lithe form naked as the day she was born. Her skin glowed as if the moon had lent her it's silver light contrasted by her molten copper tresses. She llted chin as if she wore the rainment of a queen as she started for her own chambers, he grabbed her arm. Her appearance became more fair, impossible to look upon by mortal men. The young knight let go of the "goddess' " arm hiding his eyes. A sly wicked smile curved her perfect pink lips as her faery eyes held him ."I am the Chief Bard." She did not wait to see the man crumble. Words were sharper than any blade or glamory cast she might weild.

His reputation would be ruined at all the courts of the Sidhe by a song of a Chief Bard -And so she would write none for him offering Mac Rua a chance to keep his reputation.

As she walked through the doors of the great hall one of the kings guards put his floor length cloak over her shoulders. " A card well played, Lady Kidwyn, for I surely would have cut Alexander Mac Rua down." The dark haired gentleman bowed regally to her. Kidwyn asked "When did harmless flrtation and friendly conversation become an invitation to bed a woman?" Sir Williams fastened the cloak as if Kidwyn were his own sister. "Never, Mi Lady."

The captain of the guard escorted Kidwyn to her chambers and sent someone to fetch Moira, her lady in waiting. Sir Williams himself took the station of guard at her door.