Born was she to parents rich and strong: Sir Leoline and Lady Brigidette.
Their worth was the stuff of legend, their love the very soul of poetry set.
But tragedy would strike their love asunder
As Lady Bridgedette succumbed to a disease?s plunder.
Upon the deathbed, a witch appeared and whispered sweet nothings upon her ear.
The warrior nature of her son and husband left her cold with fear.
Convinced she was, neigh enchanted would be a more apt stance,
And with her dying breath she wished for a daughter of obedience.
Her precious sweet Aribet, but a babe in arms,
A lady pure and sweet, who in displeasing others would find harm.
Her desire was pure, the wish to see her husband and son well-kept
But cursed her words fell and all inhibitions were surely swept.
As a child she had been fair and sweet, moved to tears by another?s distress, moved to pure joy at another?s pleasure. So quick was she to give that it wasn?t long before those who loved her discovered that she had no cognizance of self-infliction. Pain and suffering , going without food, being injured, none provoked even the slightest hint of hesitation as she sought to bring happiness to those around her. Doe eyes and a delicate nature earned her the name Fawn.
Sir Leoline the Second was a young man who inherited his mother?s beauty and his father?s indomitable will. His skill on the battlefield and the tourney rounds was heralded far and wide, his conquest of hearts only marred by his constant concern for his little sister. Her delicate nature brought the predators by the plenty and he soon discovered the need to keep her protected from any others. A walled garden was built for her to play in, but only those with pure intent were allowed near her, for in her eagerness to please she enticed even the chivalric to take advantage of her in small ways.
Called away to battle, the young Leoline left her in the care of their father.
Their worth was the stuff of legend, their love the very soul of poetry set.
But tragedy would strike their love asunder
As Lady Bridgedette succumbed to a disease?s plunder.
Upon the deathbed, a witch appeared and whispered sweet nothings upon her ear.
The warrior nature of her son and husband left her cold with fear.
Convinced she was, neigh enchanted would be a more apt stance,
And with her dying breath she wished for a daughter of obedience.
Her precious sweet Aribet, but a babe in arms,
A lady pure and sweet, who in displeasing others would find harm.
Her desire was pure, the wish to see her husband and son well-kept
But cursed her words fell and all inhibitions were surely swept.
As a child she had been fair and sweet, moved to tears by another?s distress, moved to pure joy at another?s pleasure. So quick was she to give that it wasn?t long before those who loved her discovered that she had no cognizance of self-infliction. Pain and suffering , going without food, being injured, none provoked even the slightest hint of hesitation as she sought to bring happiness to those around her. Doe eyes and a delicate nature earned her the name Fawn.
Sir Leoline the Second was a young man who inherited his mother?s beauty and his father?s indomitable will. His skill on the battlefield and the tourney rounds was heralded far and wide, his conquest of hearts only marred by his constant concern for his little sister. Her delicate nature brought the predators by the plenty and he soon discovered the need to keep her protected from any others. A walled garden was built for her to play in, but only those with pure intent were allowed near her, for in her eagerness to please she enticed even the chivalric to take advantage of her in small ways.
Called away to battle, the young Leoline left her in the care of their father.