It was raining, her mother stood by the window of the small keep. Melody could swear this was more a religion to her, then Christian, Catholic or any other of the like. At least here she seemed to value a higher power. But what was it about the rain that made her seem so"Melody was lost for words. They were going to lose the property today. And her mother cared nothing more of it at the moment.
Due to the new tax law enforced by the New King of Quinton: Lord Stephen: A mans debt is a mans debt .And if the man has a debt and is dead before debt is paid. It becomes the wife's debt. But if the wife is re-married it is to become a man's debt. If the debt cannot be paid. Then it is taken by property, steed, of anything that is of value to the King.
Though it was obvious that her mother never got to mourn as a widow should. She needed funds and a lady of our stature were not permitted or required to work. So, her mother married the first gentleman to ask her hand. Of course he knew of the conditions. Though, it seemed that he appeared be a wealthy man. He had more debts of his own and couldn't be bothered with "A debt of a woman's." At least that is what he said when he walked out. That was last 3 nights ago. The King caught wind of it and sent a messenger claiming rights to the property. It was generous of him, although kicking them out was the problem. But he was the king. So he could do anything right'
All this was acceptable in the eyes of logic. But as she stood 10 feet behind her mother she fought back the tears.
Mamma, I can fix this. Let me talk to him'
You honestly think you can make a difference in how our lives are run" Melody , we are but mere women in a man's world. Unfortunately, he has the keys to our future.
Melody, brushed her black hair from her green, emerald eyes. As her mother finally pulled back from the window. She turned and faced her daughter of 21.
" You need to be looking after your self now. What about finding you a husband to support you? Though the King has the property, he can't have your dowry." She touched Melody's face with her cool fingertips, wiping away tears that still burned her daughter's eyes.
" I am not interested in a man to support me. I need to support us!, I can ask for a audience with his Lordship I can offer him my services to pay what ever debt my father left on us as a burden. Do you even know what it was that made him indebt to the royal family?"
Melody's mother's vainly searched for an answer that was suitable. Even she didn't know exactly what it was; there were too many secrets. She looked in her daughters eyes an whispered what the only answer she could muster. " His soul, or it seemed."
" I can keep mine in tact long enough to endure what ever I need too. Mother, I am still gifted."
Her mother silently scolded her daughter, and shook her finger in Melody's face, " You keep that to yourself. Don't you dare use it for anything other then what you see fit. It comes back you know. You do it for him or anyone else, it will come back on all of us." This time is was her mother that was fighting tears.
Melody understanding her mother's fury and fear. She embraced her mother and let her cry. Tears that have not been poured in 20 years.
"Let it out momma, it been over due for some time"
An hour went passed until Evian could pull her self together and pull away from her daughter's embrace, " You do as you see fit daughter mine, But know that once you reach the gates of his lordship, I cannot see you." Tears trickled again but were attainable by her hands to catch. " I will not see fit to have you used as a muse in his majesties amusements. Your father couldn't control it. I've yet seen one that can."
Melody nodded and turned her back on her mother. She was already packed for the journey and the only thing she was going to need was a horse and the kings army already confiscated those. So Melody took off the first sign of day light, on foot. No rain, but her mother's embrace was still warm on her back. It was about a 3 days ride to the courts and that was on horse back.
She wore a grey cloak that covered her body and the hood hid her face from the sky. The walking stick she insisted on taking was her father's staff. She intended to make his majesty listen, But begging was beneath her. Her pack held money she would need and food she could eat. A few other garmits and her mother's locket. This was going to be journey all of its own.
((OOC: this is simple, I am Melody, someone can pick up Lord Stephen, Evian Meldoy's mother if you choose, and anyone else that wants to join in may! I had started somthing like this long ago, but this is going to be different, magic, creatures, ect are all welcom this is a fantasy story-line lets have some fun!!))
The wind rushed dead leaves behind foot prints in the soft soil, The steps disappearing as the leaves brushed the surface of the earth. Melody who had been traveling, walking now it seemed to be hours. And her legs were screaming. She thought by chance to sneak behind the kings guards and attain a horse. But as it seemed, the kings men had wings on their feet, because there had been no sign of horse tracks for miles.
"Time for a break." She said softly to herself. She stopped and took in a breathe. Emerald green eyes surveying her path. Melody dropped the hood of the cloak and rested against the stone to her right.
The stone was a giant of a boulder, that to even attempt to see the top would be impossible. But as Melody laid her father's staff against it her thoughts were with her mother.
"Mother, I can still feel your embrace, are you near?"
There was no sound but only a warm caress to her left cheek.
"aye, daughter-mine I'm near" The wind whispered softly in her ear.
Melody reached into her leather sack, and pulled out her mothers locket. Her fingers tracing the engravings on the outside shell. It was pure ivory. The tracings on the front were the crest of her family. It was a shield with a hawk embedded in its center. The edges and clasp was gold metal. The chain was silver with a clasp. Melody opened the locket and saw her mother's and father's faces.
"As long as your with me daddy, I shall not fear the king."
Melody traced her fathers picture in the crevasses of the locket. Then on to her mother's picture. She resembled her mother almost identically. Down to the black, raven straight hair on her head, to the jewel of green eyes, to the fullness of her lips, the quirkiness of a temper. Her slender body was not too skinny, but not too curvy to need a corset to hide what mother nature gave her.
Melody closed the locket and placed it around her neck. Pulling her hair over her left shoulder. It cascaded like black silk over her slender, pale skin shoulder. Bringing her hands behind her neck she connected the chain and let it fall between her bosom. She made quick work of the velvet ties of her cloak. The sun was thriving higher. What Melody wore underneath the grey, wool cloak was something that may resemble a gypsy's garb. Plain, peasant's clothes really. This was also to throw off who and where she came from. The top was a cream white, soft lamb wool, Though she was not what most men would say, blessed with the ripeness of the goddess. The top hugged her form comfortably. Attached was a pale grey skirt , ankle length, it spun freely with her movements. The belt at her waist was 2 inches thick and black leather. It had two leather ties in the front. Almost designed like a half corset. But it wasn't. On both her ankles, were anklets. Two silver, thin chains rested on her feet. But as for her feet themselves, black leather slippers saved her from the sharp rocks of the earth.
Melody slouched against the stone at her back and slunk to the ground to sit. She grabbed a pouch out of her leather sack and unwrapped it. Then after unraveling the fabric, 3 things were present. Two whole loaves of home-made bread. Both loaves were wrapped in a cheese-clothe like material. Then, there was the dried beef. Slivers of red meat rested in a breathable material of its own. She unwrapped it and took 3 slivers of meat. She then set her attention to a loaf of bread. Unwrapping the material with her slender fingers, she broke off a chunk. And replaced the material around it. Her dinner was ready. On her other side was her canteen. It was full of water, and under magical orders, never to go empty. Melody reached for it. Opened the cork and brought the leather to her lips. Replacing the cork, Melody began to eat.
This heat was starting to get to her. But mother moon would soon be awake and bring her the coolness, she so desired to continue. It was with darkness she could travel much faster. But to have a horse would be much faster still. But one must make do, with what is provided and what was provided at the moment was her two feet. But she couldn't care anymore about that. With her suffering a few blisters on the bottoms of her feet, would be worth setting her family free, which only consisted of her and mother at the moment. Melody dusted her fingers and her lap off from crumbs. Uncorked her canteen, and again brought it to her lips. Just like before, cool water slipped passed her lips and washed the saltiness of the meat from her mouth as she swallowed. Casting the reminder of her food back in her bag for another meal. She stood up slowly, pulling the leather sack back across her as it rested on her right hip. Break time had turned to nap time, but she needed to get off the beaten path and out of sight. She didn't want to be caught vulnerable. She surveyed the path and what was around it. To her right lay more boulders, bigger then the one she shared her dinner with. But to her left there was the forest. She preferred to not be to far from the path. So when she decided to go left. She went to the first willow that welcomed her. Forgetting her staff was still resting on the boulder she doubled turned to go back for it. Grabbing it, she made a mad dash back to the willow, and climbed to where the willow was the thickest. She cradled her staff in her arms, slunk on to the limb of the willow, and laid in its nook. There Melody closed her eyes.
Evian could see her daughter in her minds eye, and with a flick of her fingers from the window, the wind cloaked the willow. "Rest well daughter mine, I've no intention of losing you too.?
Due to the new tax law enforced by the New King of Quinton: Lord Stephen: A mans debt is a mans debt .And if the man has a debt and is dead before debt is paid. It becomes the wife's debt. But if the wife is re-married it is to become a man's debt. If the debt cannot be paid. Then it is taken by property, steed, of anything that is of value to the King.
Though it was obvious that her mother never got to mourn as a widow should. She needed funds and a lady of our stature were not permitted or required to work. So, her mother married the first gentleman to ask her hand. Of course he knew of the conditions. Though, it seemed that he appeared be a wealthy man. He had more debts of his own and couldn't be bothered with "A debt of a woman's." At least that is what he said when he walked out. That was last 3 nights ago. The King caught wind of it and sent a messenger claiming rights to the property. It was generous of him, although kicking them out was the problem. But he was the king. So he could do anything right'
All this was acceptable in the eyes of logic. But as she stood 10 feet behind her mother she fought back the tears.
Mamma, I can fix this. Let me talk to him'
You honestly think you can make a difference in how our lives are run" Melody , we are but mere women in a man's world. Unfortunately, he has the keys to our future.
Melody, brushed her black hair from her green, emerald eyes. As her mother finally pulled back from the window. She turned and faced her daughter of 21.
" You need to be looking after your self now. What about finding you a husband to support you? Though the King has the property, he can't have your dowry." She touched Melody's face with her cool fingertips, wiping away tears that still burned her daughter's eyes.
" I am not interested in a man to support me. I need to support us!, I can ask for a audience with his Lordship I can offer him my services to pay what ever debt my father left on us as a burden. Do you even know what it was that made him indebt to the royal family?"
Melody's mother's vainly searched for an answer that was suitable. Even she didn't know exactly what it was; there were too many secrets. She looked in her daughters eyes an whispered what the only answer she could muster. " His soul, or it seemed."
" I can keep mine in tact long enough to endure what ever I need too. Mother, I am still gifted."
Her mother silently scolded her daughter, and shook her finger in Melody's face, " You keep that to yourself. Don't you dare use it for anything other then what you see fit. It comes back you know. You do it for him or anyone else, it will come back on all of us." This time is was her mother that was fighting tears.
Melody understanding her mother's fury and fear. She embraced her mother and let her cry. Tears that have not been poured in 20 years.
"Let it out momma, it been over due for some time"
An hour went passed until Evian could pull her self together and pull away from her daughter's embrace, " You do as you see fit daughter mine, But know that once you reach the gates of his lordship, I cannot see you." Tears trickled again but were attainable by her hands to catch. " I will not see fit to have you used as a muse in his majesties amusements. Your father couldn't control it. I've yet seen one that can."
Melody nodded and turned her back on her mother. She was already packed for the journey and the only thing she was going to need was a horse and the kings army already confiscated those. So Melody took off the first sign of day light, on foot. No rain, but her mother's embrace was still warm on her back. It was about a 3 days ride to the courts and that was on horse back.
She wore a grey cloak that covered her body and the hood hid her face from the sky. The walking stick she insisted on taking was her father's staff. She intended to make his majesty listen, But begging was beneath her. Her pack held money she would need and food she could eat. A few other garmits and her mother's locket. This was going to be journey all of its own.
((OOC: this is simple, I am Melody, someone can pick up Lord Stephen, Evian Meldoy's mother if you choose, and anyone else that wants to join in may! I had started somthing like this long ago, but this is going to be different, magic, creatures, ect are all welcom this is a fantasy story-line lets have some fun!!))
The wind rushed dead leaves behind foot prints in the soft soil, The steps disappearing as the leaves brushed the surface of the earth. Melody who had been traveling, walking now it seemed to be hours. And her legs were screaming. She thought by chance to sneak behind the kings guards and attain a horse. But as it seemed, the kings men had wings on their feet, because there had been no sign of horse tracks for miles.
"Time for a break." She said softly to herself. She stopped and took in a breathe. Emerald green eyes surveying her path. Melody dropped the hood of the cloak and rested against the stone to her right.
The stone was a giant of a boulder, that to even attempt to see the top would be impossible. But as Melody laid her father's staff against it her thoughts were with her mother.
"Mother, I can still feel your embrace, are you near?"
There was no sound but only a warm caress to her left cheek.
"aye, daughter-mine I'm near" The wind whispered softly in her ear.
Melody reached into her leather sack, and pulled out her mothers locket. Her fingers tracing the engravings on the outside shell. It was pure ivory. The tracings on the front were the crest of her family. It was a shield with a hawk embedded in its center. The edges and clasp was gold metal. The chain was silver with a clasp. Melody opened the locket and saw her mother's and father's faces.
"As long as your with me daddy, I shall not fear the king."
Melody traced her fathers picture in the crevasses of the locket. Then on to her mother's picture. She resembled her mother almost identically. Down to the black, raven straight hair on her head, to the jewel of green eyes, to the fullness of her lips, the quirkiness of a temper. Her slender body was not too skinny, but not too curvy to need a corset to hide what mother nature gave her.
Melody closed the locket and placed it around her neck. Pulling her hair over her left shoulder. It cascaded like black silk over her slender, pale skin shoulder. Bringing her hands behind her neck she connected the chain and let it fall between her bosom. She made quick work of the velvet ties of her cloak. The sun was thriving higher. What Melody wore underneath the grey, wool cloak was something that may resemble a gypsy's garb. Plain, peasant's clothes really. This was also to throw off who and where she came from. The top was a cream white, soft lamb wool, Though she was not what most men would say, blessed with the ripeness of the goddess. The top hugged her form comfortably. Attached was a pale grey skirt , ankle length, it spun freely with her movements. The belt at her waist was 2 inches thick and black leather. It had two leather ties in the front. Almost designed like a half corset. But it wasn't. On both her ankles, were anklets. Two silver, thin chains rested on her feet. But as for her feet themselves, black leather slippers saved her from the sharp rocks of the earth.
Melody slouched against the stone at her back and slunk to the ground to sit. She grabbed a pouch out of her leather sack and unwrapped it. Then after unraveling the fabric, 3 things were present. Two whole loaves of home-made bread. Both loaves were wrapped in a cheese-clothe like material. Then, there was the dried beef. Slivers of red meat rested in a breathable material of its own. She unwrapped it and took 3 slivers of meat. She then set her attention to a loaf of bread. Unwrapping the material with her slender fingers, she broke off a chunk. And replaced the material around it. Her dinner was ready. On her other side was her canteen. It was full of water, and under magical orders, never to go empty. Melody reached for it. Opened the cork and brought the leather to her lips. Replacing the cork, Melody began to eat.
This heat was starting to get to her. But mother moon would soon be awake and bring her the coolness, she so desired to continue. It was with darkness she could travel much faster. But to have a horse would be much faster still. But one must make do, with what is provided and what was provided at the moment was her two feet. But she couldn't care anymore about that. With her suffering a few blisters on the bottoms of her feet, would be worth setting her family free, which only consisted of her and mother at the moment. Melody dusted her fingers and her lap off from crumbs. Uncorked her canteen, and again brought it to her lips. Just like before, cool water slipped passed her lips and washed the saltiness of the meat from her mouth as she swallowed. Casting the reminder of her food back in her bag for another meal. She stood up slowly, pulling the leather sack back across her as it rested on her right hip. Break time had turned to nap time, but she needed to get off the beaten path and out of sight. She didn't want to be caught vulnerable. She surveyed the path and what was around it. To her right lay more boulders, bigger then the one she shared her dinner with. But to her left there was the forest. She preferred to not be to far from the path. So when she decided to go left. She went to the first willow that welcomed her. Forgetting her staff was still resting on the boulder she doubled turned to go back for it. Grabbing it, she made a mad dash back to the willow, and climbed to where the willow was the thickest. She cradled her staff in her arms, slunk on to the limb of the willow, and laid in its nook. There Melody closed her eyes.
Evian could see her daughter in her minds eye, and with a flick of her fingers from the window, the wind cloaked the willow. "Rest well daughter mine, I've no intention of losing you too.?