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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,160
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Blackthorn Manor
Enara enjoyed that quiet lunch. She and Tronthien talked about what his land was like. A breeze that came by every so often helped relieve the summer heat. Enara was amazed that she could actually enjoy time with this man. She was looking around, when her eyes fell upon Tronthien’s horse.
“You have a beautiful horse,” she said to him. He looked at her in surprise.
“You like horses?” he asked.
“Oh, yes. I have been in love with horses ever since my first ride.” He smiled at these words.
“There is beautiful land all round my castle that I ride every morning. Perhaps once you are better, you would care to join me?” She nodded. She was surprised when he took her hand.
“I know that you never wanted to come with me, but I want you to be able to make my land your home. I only wish you to try.” Enara knew that she was slowly melting toward him. She would give him some time to make sure that he wasn’t simply manipulating her. She had seen it happen before. She smiled at him, but inside she was distancing herself, just in case.
When lunch was over, Tronthien escorted Enara back to the litter.
"We should arrive at my estate before supper time. You will have time to change into something else if you so desired to."
"Thank you," Enara said as she settled down. As she watched him ride away, she realized that she had a slight smile on her lips. She wouldn't let him get her guard down. From that moment on, she realized that she had to be very careful.
When they reached Tronthien's manor that evening, Enara was amazed by how beautiful it was. The sun was setting behind it and the sky was orange and pink. The house itself was large, but extremely elegant. There was nothing ostentatious or overbearing about it. Despite its size, it looked homey, and Enara could easily envision looking forward to coming home to it in the future. When the curtains opened, Tronthien gave her his hand, and helped her down. He escorted her into the manor, and once she was inside, all of the servants bowed to her.
"This is Lady Enara se Dersion. She is now the lady of Blackthorn Manor and you will obey her as you would obey me," he announced. The servants bowed again and headed off to their tasks. Enara was surprised at this. He apparently meant it when he said he wanted this to become her home.
He led her to her suite of rooms. They all had lovely furniture, but not really much in the way of decorations.
"They seem a little bare," said Enara.
"That is because I will be sending people to you tomorrow so you can tell them how you would like it decorated." Enara gasped at the generosity of this.
"You are serious?"
"Of course. It will help make you transition easier." Enara nodded. "Your belongings will be up shortly. I will have a servant come and get you for dinner." He then lifted Enara's hand to his lips, and left.
That evening, Enara was escorted down to dinner by a servant who introduced himself as Tomàs. When they reached the dinning room, Tomás opened the doors for her. The room she walked into was paneled in a rich dark red wood that shimmered in the light of candles and a fire. In the middle of the room was a long table made out of the same red wood. Tronthien was standing at the other end. Tomás pulled out her chair for her, and Tronthien sat down after she did. They ate their lavish dinner in silence, for Enara was to overwhelmed to speak. She was used to palace dining, which meant that you ate while people stared at you from balconies and commented on everything from your clothes to the way you sipped your soup.
When they had finished eating, Tronthien escorted Enara back to her room, but he didn't break the silence that had been between them since dinner. Inside, Enara had been dreading this first evening, for she did not know what Tronthien would do. When they reached Enara's room, Tronthien finally spoke.
"Good night." But before he left, he gently leaned in and kissed Enara. It was a light, chaste kiss, and he soon broke it and walked away down the hall. Though the kiss had lasted all of a few seconds, Enara could still feel Tronthien's lips against hers. It was the first time in her seventeen years that she had been kissed, and the feeling would stay with her for a long time.
A/N Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. Inspiration for this piece of writing has come for segments much later on. Perhaps if you review, it will encourage the muse...
“You have a beautiful horse,” she said to him. He looked at her in surprise.
“You like horses?” he asked.
“Oh, yes. I have been in love with horses ever since my first ride.” He smiled at these words.
“There is beautiful land all round my castle that I ride every morning. Perhaps once you are better, you would care to join me?” She nodded. She was surprised when he took her hand.
“I know that you never wanted to come with me, but I want you to be able to make my land your home. I only wish you to try.” Enara knew that she was slowly melting toward him. She would give him some time to make sure that he wasn’t simply manipulating her. She had seen it happen before. She smiled at him, but inside she was distancing herself, just in case.
When lunch was over, Tronthien escorted Enara back to the litter.
"We should arrive at my estate before supper time. You will have time to change into something else if you so desired to."
"Thank you," Enara said as she settled down. As she watched him ride away, she realized that she had a slight smile on her lips. She wouldn't let him get her guard down. From that moment on, she realized that she had to be very careful.
When they reached Tronthien's manor that evening, Enara was amazed by how beautiful it was. The sun was setting behind it and the sky was orange and pink. The house itself was large, but extremely elegant. There was nothing ostentatious or overbearing about it. Despite its size, it looked homey, and Enara could easily envision looking forward to coming home to it in the future. When the curtains opened, Tronthien gave her his hand, and helped her down. He escorted her into the manor, and once she was inside, all of the servants bowed to her.
"This is Lady Enara se Dersion. She is now the lady of Blackthorn Manor and you will obey her as you would obey me," he announced. The servants bowed again and headed off to their tasks. Enara was surprised at this. He apparently meant it when he said he wanted this to become her home.
He led her to her suite of rooms. They all had lovely furniture, but not really much in the way of decorations.
"They seem a little bare," said Enara.
"That is because I will be sending people to you tomorrow so you can tell them how you would like it decorated." Enara gasped at the generosity of this.
"You are serious?"
"Of course. It will help make you transition easier." Enara nodded. "Your belongings will be up shortly. I will have a servant come and get you for dinner." He then lifted Enara's hand to his lips, and left.
That evening, Enara was escorted down to dinner by a servant who introduced himself as Tomàs. When they reached the dinning room, Tomás opened the doors for her. The room she walked into was paneled in a rich dark red wood that shimmered in the light of candles and a fire. In the middle of the room was a long table made out of the same red wood. Tronthien was standing at the other end. Tomás pulled out her chair for her, and Tronthien sat down after she did. They ate their lavish dinner in silence, for Enara was to overwhelmed to speak. She was used to palace dining, which meant that you ate while people stared at you from balconies and commented on everything from your clothes to the way you sipped your soup.
When they had finished eating, Tronthien escorted Enara back to her room, but he didn't break the silence that had been between them since dinner. Inside, Enara had been dreading this first evening, for she did not know what Tronthien would do. When they reached Enara's room, Tronthien finally spoke.
"Good night." But before he left, he gently leaned in and kissed Enara. It was a light, chaste kiss, and he soon broke it and walked away down the hall. Though the kiss had lasted all of a few seconds, Enara could still feel Tronthien's lips against hers. It was the first time in her seventeen years that she had been kissed, and the feeling would stay with her for a long time.
A/N Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. Inspiration for this piece of writing has come for segments much later on. Perhaps if you review, it will encourage the muse...