The last poster wins

[Werne]

In case of water landing, you may be used as a flotation device :biggrin:

[brokenergy]

I win

[Deleted54170User]

I WIN! Now! http://forums.nexusmods.com/public/style_emoticons/dark/rolleyes.gif

 

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[naomis8329]

In case of water landing, you may be used as a flotation device :biggrin:

 

Like this

 

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[TheCalliton]

i win

[brokenergy]

No you don't, sir

[Deleted54170User]

He's ALIVE. TheCalliton appears again! Well, good to see you still have a couple brain cells that are willing to light up your memory of here. I hope you're well.

 

I WIN!

[naomis8329]

Nope I do with this

 

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[Deleted54170User]

Sis looked up, "I want to know..."

 

Mother looked over, "We can discuss your questions better on a full stomach after noon meal dear."

 

I took her hand and we both pulled and pushed and whispered and bulled our way along as the kind maid tried to lead us in a straight away fashion to our room.

 

The maid took my brother to his room and me to mine. They were next to each other with adjoining doors "Not clever." I thought with a grin "They have no idea what we get up to."

 

My brother and I may fight like cats and dogs, but we are close, closer than anyone would imagine. We would defend each other to the death and we love each other without a doubt. We are typical of other siblings I would imagine, but our bond is all the more closer because at times, we are all that we have.

 

A bath had been drawn and clean clothes had been set out, a dress, no thank you, I went to the closet and pulled out a clean cotton shirt and fine leather breeches. I wanted to be prepared, just in case anything happened. I would not be taken by surprise again.

 

I sank into the bath groaning with delight and found a soap I liked. Washing my short curly hair was so refreshing to me, I felt so grimy and dirty, yet it had only been a little of 36 hours since we had run from our home. The door to my chamber opened and I heard the voices of a couple of maids enter. I finished washing and wrapped a huge cotton towel around me.

 

"My lady, we were sent to help you." said the younger of the two. "You should have waited."

 

"No matter." I said smiling. "I needed the relief more than you would know."

 

I sat at the vanity whilst the younger maid dried and brushed my hair. The other tutted at my choice of clothing.

 

"You are being joined for luncheon by the town dignitaries, your Highness," she said "a dress would be more fitting."

 

I frowned but conceded. "Leave the other clothes out please, I will change after luncheon ."

 

She nodded and bobbed a curtsey and I rose to have her assist me dress.

 

I hated this most of all. I enjoyed dressing myself, it was a time I had to reflect and think, my parents understood this and the only time I had help was when there was an occasion to be prepared for, or at bath times where I was particularly tired, say after a hunt. This pampering was not to my liking, but for the sake of propriety I submitted myself to it.

 

The dress was not too bad, a pale blue, which went well with my sea blue eyes and blonde curly hair, not too frilly and puffy quite plain to be honest and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I decided that I didn't look too girly and would do.

 

There was a knock on the door and my brother walked in looking very dapper in dark blue breeches and white cotton shirt with a dark blue vest and matching boots. He blinked at me in surprise "Don't say a word." I threatened, and he grinned from ear to ear and shook his head.

 

"Is my lady ready to come to luncheon." he crooned.

 

I held out my hand and he tucked it into his elbow. We walked to the dinning hall as Prince and Princess of the Realm rather than brother and sister, all the while casting looks at each other as though daring ourselves to say or do something flighty.

 

The doors opened and we entered the room......

 

As we walked into the room Dad and Mom took note of our arrival. Everyone looked clean, colors brightened everything in the new homes appearance. I turned my head to speak to sis and saw she too was taking in the newer castles bright fresh color tones.

 

I could feel my lips parting to speak and saw her do likewise. Her voice sounded different when the words came out, "It's more alive!"

I turned as a young woman my age walked near. I looked at her. My eyes looked down at the floor and the colors on her dress. The hem imposed upon my mind a direction. My eyes followed the little arrow tips in the hem pointing upward from hem. As the long floor length dress narrowed I could see a tiny belted waist. My gaze followed the blouse from the belt to a find built balcony presenting a bit of flesh. I eyed the way the shelf rocked slightly as she walked and rolled my eyes up without lifting my head to see her face. As I looked at her left ear among the curls of reddish blond hair she turned her head to look at me. She began to smile, but quickly raised a hand with a stick which held daintily in her hand. A frilled wrist band hid the tiny movement as she flipped the stick making it turn into a fan. It opened to hide her smile but I could still see a smile as the fan accented her eyes. As my head raised up to where my own eyes were level the two green jewel's held my attention as my mouth spoke in response to my sister's last words automatically, "And beautiful!"

 

I stood watching as the cherry blond passed fully by. I smiled sheepishly and began to sweat. Suddenly I felt the hand of a smaller person pulling me. I heard the distant voice send a lightning bolt to awaken me.

She tugged, "Your palms are dry. She's not right for you!"

I looked at her, "No! Sweaty palms are the way to tell if men are attracted to a woman?"

 

"Yup! Mom told me that one of the things that gives it away. Both of you though, not just one of you has them." Sis tugged pulling me to the chairs for us at the table near Dad and Mom.

 

As we sat down I looked at sis, "When did you and Mom discuss this little bit of wisdom. When you were 6?"

She tipped her eyes looking up and made the look that I think was my first queue in life to call her stupid. She looked like her pupils were going to roll out of sight as though she died, "Stupid hunh."

 

The head master, raised him self to his full height and announced, "Dinner is Served." The chef and all the kitchen entourage strolled in with the dishes they had prepared, Some carried large lidded silver trays, while other pushed silver carts with large ornate bowl's. The garden cuttings were carried in and the thin men slipped a small salad plate in between two chairs and sat one in front of everyone.

 

I poked at my sisters salad and caught her temper flaring. She tried to stab the back of my hand with her salad fork. We started warring over the different bits. I aimed for a red radish and she poked slightly. Than she drove her fork into a bit of mango fruit and stole it from under my thrust to cause her to drop her fork.

 

"Children!" Mom's voice reminded me I wasn't an adult yet. So I peered at my sister and she stuck out her tongue to remember she wasn't an adult either.

"Why don't you grow up!" I mumbled at my sister with my head so Mom and Dad could not see me whispering.

Sis shoved her salad fork into my side poking my shirt against my skin.

Dad heard Mom's harrumph, "That'll DO! You two, Now settle down!"

I intentionally gazed around the table to act as though I was checked to see if any other children were messing about, "I'm not the only one here having a bit of fun."

When Dad said my name fully declared I nearly ducked. I knew the fun was over too.

We ate in silence above the table. Under the table the foot war continued.http://forums.nexusmods.com/public/style_emoticons/dark/whistling.gif

[naomis8329]

 

"Children!" Mom's voice reminded me I wasn't an adult yet. So I peered at my sister and she stuck out her tongue to remember she wasn't an adult either.

 

"Why don't you grow up!" I mumbled at my sister with my head so Mom and Dad could not see me whispering.

 

Sis shoved her salad fork into my side poking my shirt against my skin.

 

Dad heard Mom's harrumph, "That'll DO! You two, Now settle down!"

 

I intentionally gazed around the table to act as though I was checked to see if any other children were messing about, "I'm not the only one here having a bit of fun."

 

When Dad said my name fully declared I nearly ducked. I knew the fun was over too.

We ate in silence above the table. Under the table the foot war continued.

 

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"Brothers," I fumed, "childish, stupid brothers."

 

I ate my salad pretending to ignore him when I felt his foot connect with my ankle. I nearly yelped in surprise but bit down on the piece of cucumber I was munching on, pretending I never felt anything. I kicked him back and so ensued a kicking battle, done surreptitiously beneath the dining table with our parents and guests unaware of the battle raging round them.

 

Four courses later, and many bruises accumulated. We rose to leave having been dismissed by our parents, we were being allowed to go to the private gardens to amuse ourselves until the "adults" had finished. We walked out with our hosts children leading the way, two girls and a boy. Behind us were a number of other children form local high ranking families and as my brother and I filed out with them we behaved as royal children were expected.

 

Once in the garden however things rapidly degenerated and how.....