Sir William Thatcher's Daughter
A Daughters will, a Father's right
Chapter 1
"On guard!" The still young Sir William Thatcher stood at the proper stance, any knight would stand, while waiting to be "attacked" by his worthy opponent.
"Are you sure?" A muffled voice came out from within the heavy protective armor placed upon a tall, young, slender body.
"Yes, I'm more than positive. Now, Attack me!!" This muffled voice came out from behind the light, yet strong armor placed upon Sir William's body. Almost the same one that Kate made for him all those years ago, but with a few alterations.
"You requested it, no prepare for thy doom!" And with that the armored bodies came clashing towards on another. Neither of them showing the other the slightest bit of mercy. Nor any sign of being tired.
Their swords being hurtled towards one another, there by making the sound made by their suits of armor, and swords, come to a great volume. Their onlooker's (their friends) minded not the sound, for they were all too used to that very sound, that they heard day in and day out. It was almost a sound that they have grown to, dare I say, love. Provided their liege was winning. In this certain situation, Sir William was far from winning.
There was a bang, a clang, and finally Sir William was brought to the ground, by his ever so worthy opponent. Sir William had just lost his requested duel to his 16 year old daughter, LaRaina.
"Behold, I was challenged, and I have beat my own father, Sir William Thatcher. Oh, it is a sad day when the student becomes the master. For it means they are far better than their teacher. And let's not forget about the master, who becomes a washed up old has been. But when the student is the teacher's 16 year old daughter, well, that is a truly sad, sad day." LaRaina announced as her fathers friends gave her a round of applause.
Carefully, LaRaina removed her scrap metal helmet, there by revealing her face in all of it's glory. Her golden blonde, shoulder length hair with a slight curl, cascaded around the beautiful structure of her face. Her Hazel eyes glistened in what little sunlight shown in through the top of the forest behind her families rather large estate. Her fair skin with a touch of tan peach, was revealed in all it's glory.
Her ruby red lips showing no loss in the dimmed forest light. She was a work of art, and the perfect mixture of her father and mother's great looks.
Yet for all of her perfection, LaRaina was bound to have a flaw some where. She had no flaw in her personality, nor in her charming looks. No, her flaw was in her future, and her choice in career. To LaRaina there was no flaw, but everyone else who knew her could tell. LaRaina has never been aware of all her beauty and at times she will deny it. There for making her even more perfect. At times she does get sick of being told of her great perfection.
"Have you been talking to Chauncer? You sound like you've been taking speech lessons from him. Now, that's sad when a daughter gains her speech lessons from a naked gambler." Sir William said with a laugh.
"Excuse me, have I managed to some how become invisible, because you're talking about me like I'm not here standing right beside you." Chauncer said crossing his arms with the disapproval of him being talked about right to his face.
"Wat, I'm sorry, did you hear something, or was it just a bundle of hot air coming from Our gambling man?." Sir William enjoyed getting a rise out of Chauncer.
"Ay now, leave me out of your little squabble." Wat said putting himself to use by adjusting the armor to Sir William's body.
"So I'm funny to you. My gambling problem is funny to you."
"Oh, come of it Chauncer! He's just attempting to get a rise out of you, and you're going along with his little joke. Now will you stop moving before I lance you with this needle?." Roland said a he continued to sew LaRaina's birthday dress. Tomorrow was LaRaina's birth day and her parents were holding a banquet on her behalf. And Roland was determined to get her ice blue, Cinderella like dress finished and fitted to LaRaina by then.
"Why can't Wat do this. It's not like he's doing anything important." Chauncer said catching Wat's attention. Wat turned around to see the fair Chauncer being fitted in a dress.
"And you look very becoming in that blue gown might I add."
Wat was just waiting for Chauncer's sarcastic remark to come at him, so he would have his chance to hit him once more. Oh, and how he wanted to hurt his lying, gambling jaw!
"And we all know why Wat should have this job because everything he does, including dressing, He does it like a what??"
Chauncer finished, waiting for some one to finish his statement.
"A girl," LaRaina said As she took off the last piece of scrap metal armor.
"Don't encourage him." Kate said as she held back her husband, Wat, from beating the living daylights out of Chauncer. Her Irish accent showing no sign o fading. But she did allow Wat to get one good punch in, just so her husband could have some relief.
"You can hit me all day, and it won't hurt, because you punch like a girl." Chauncer added. Leaving Wat's hair an angry almost fire shade of red. "Remember that, Well, It's still true!" Chauncer was now finally done bothering with Wat.for the time being.
"Dad, why do you even bother listening to him? All Harold ever does is make fun of you." Finally Lyxander Kate and Wat's son spoke up.
Lyxander was a very quite boy, The same age as LaRaina. The Red hair, brown eyed boy was more like his mother (Kate) than he was his father. He was determined to be a writer but his father (Wat) somewhere along the lines convinced him that if he were to marry LaRaina like he's supposed to, Lyxander wouldn't have enough money to support her. Lyxander desperately wanted to marry LaRaina, and was looking forward to their arranged marriage- Which, by the way, is taking place in June of next year- So he gave up his dream of writing. As a substation, he became a squire for Sir William Thatcher, and is pleased to do so, if it confirms his dedication to LaRaina. Even though, LaRaina doesn't care to get married, She's under contract, and she would never bring shame to her family name by not entering holy wedlock. Both of the teens were tall, with a smart head on their shoulders. They both had a great amount of common sense, and it showed.
"I know Lyxander, but it reminds us of how we used to joke around." Wat added, looking at Chauncer with an evil Glare.
"Anyway, Back to what we were saying before Chauncer decided he would break up our conversation. Just because you've beaten me for the 3rd time this month, doesn't mean I've lost my career in jousting. Maybe in sword fighting, but not in jousting. And as long as I am able to ride a horse, I shall continue being a jouster, for that is all I've ever wanted to do with my life." Will finished as he took of the new and improved light metal armor Kate had molded for him the day before. True, that was Will's motto, when it comes to jousting.
"Odd you should mention the word career, and all you've ever wanted to do with your life." LaRaina began. Whenever LaRaina began a sentence like that, somehow, Will always knew the question to follow.
"I believe I know the question, and as always the answer is, NO!" William proclaimed. Everyone else thought he was a hypocrite not to help his daughter, the way they had helped him to do what he loves the most, joust.
"Just listen to me! I beg of you! For that is all I wish to get from you. Your silence and your open ears! Please, that is all I shall ever ask of you. Please daddy." She added pleading with her father. The added "daddy" part was to pull William's heart strings.
"Fine then, I'm listening. You may continue." Will said giving in to his beautiful, yet persuasive daughter.
"Thank you." LaRaina began. " "There is a tournament in 1 and a half month. I have been training for this day since I was 8 years old. I have become greatly advanced in the art of sword fighting, and I have just beaten you for the 3rd time this month. I see no reason why I should not be allowed to compete." There, she was able to express her opinion openly. Everyone else nodded their head in agreement with her. They also saw no reason for her not to compete. Well, except for the fact that she's a woman, but that could be easily hidden. As long as she wasn't badly injured.
"I have 4 great reasons why you may not compete! 1, You are not a man. 2, It's too dangerous. 3, you could be executed along with the people that helped you, for participating in a man's sport! Lastly, I say no, and I mean what I say. The answer still remains to be, NO." William finished.
"Fine, I shall not compete this time, but one day I shall compete, and you shall be sorry you ever denied me my chance at fame. And I Lady LaRaina Thatcher shall from that day on, will never more be referred to as Sir William Thatcher's Daughter." LaRaina proclaimed as she stomped to the nearest boulder she could find to sit, and sulk on. There by leaving her Father standing there in a state of regret of having told her, NO.
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I'm sorry if I have upset you by using them.
Copyright: Tribe princess 2002
A Daughters will, a Father's right
Chapter 1
"On guard!" The still young Sir William Thatcher stood at the proper stance, any knight would stand, while waiting to be "attacked" by his worthy opponent.
"Are you sure?" A muffled voice came out from within the heavy protective armor placed upon a tall, young, slender body.
"Yes, I'm more than positive. Now, Attack me!!" This muffled voice came out from behind the light, yet strong armor placed upon Sir William's body. Almost the same one that Kate made for him all those years ago, but with a few alterations.
"You requested it, no prepare for thy doom!" And with that the armored bodies came clashing towards on another. Neither of them showing the other the slightest bit of mercy. Nor any sign of being tired.
Their swords being hurtled towards one another, there by making the sound made by their suits of armor, and swords, come to a great volume. Their onlooker's (their friends) minded not the sound, for they were all too used to that very sound, that they heard day in and day out. It was almost a sound that they have grown to, dare I say, love. Provided their liege was winning. In this certain situation, Sir William was far from winning.
There was a bang, a clang, and finally Sir William was brought to the ground, by his ever so worthy opponent. Sir William had just lost his requested duel to his 16 year old daughter, LaRaina.
"Behold, I was challenged, and I have beat my own father, Sir William Thatcher. Oh, it is a sad day when the student becomes the master. For it means they are far better than their teacher. And let's not forget about the master, who becomes a washed up old has been. But when the student is the teacher's 16 year old daughter, well, that is a truly sad, sad day." LaRaina announced as her fathers friends gave her a round of applause.
Carefully, LaRaina removed her scrap metal helmet, there by revealing her face in all of it's glory. Her golden blonde, shoulder length hair with a slight curl, cascaded around the beautiful structure of her face. Her Hazel eyes glistened in what little sunlight shown in through the top of the forest behind her families rather large estate. Her fair skin with a touch of tan peach, was revealed in all it's glory.
Her ruby red lips showing no loss in the dimmed forest light. She was a work of art, and the perfect mixture of her father and mother's great looks.
Yet for all of her perfection, LaRaina was bound to have a flaw some where. She had no flaw in her personality, nor in her charming looks. No, her flaw was in her future, and her choice in career. To LaRaina there was no flaw, but everyone else who knew her could tell. LaRaina has never been aware of all her beauty and at times she will deny it. There for making her even more perfect. At times she does get sick of being told of her great perfection.
"Have you been talking to Chauncer? You sound like you've been taking speech lessons from him. Now, that's sad when a daughter gains her speech lessons from a naked gambler." Sir William said with a laugh.
"Excuse me, have I managed to some how become invisible, because you're talking about me like I'm not here standing right beside you." Chauncer said crossing his arms with the disapproval of him being talked about right to his face.
"Wat, I'm sorry, did you hear something, or was it just a bundle of hot air coming from Our gambling man?." Sir William enjoyed getting a rise out of Chauncer.
"Ay now, leave me out of your little squabble." Wat said putting himself to use by adjusting the armor to Sir William's body.
"So I'm funny to you. My gambling problem is funny to you."
"Oh, come of it Chauncer! He's just attempting to get a rise out of you, and you're going along with his little joke. Now will you stop moving before I lance you with this needle?." Roland said a he continued to sew LaRaina's birthday dress. Tomorrow was LaRaina's birth day and her parents were holding a banquet on her behalf. And Roland was determined to get her ice blue, Cinderella like dress finished and fitted to LaRaina by then.
"Why can't Wat do this. It's not like he's doing anything important." Chauncer said catching Wat's attention. Wat turned around to see the fair Chauncer being fitted in a dress.
"And you look very becoming in that blue gown might I add."
Wat was just waiting for Chauncer's sarcastic remark to come at him, so he would have his chance to hit him once more. Oh, and how he wanted to hurt his lying, gambling jaw!
"And we all know why Wat should have this job because everything he does, including dressing, He does it like a what??"
Chauncer finished, waiting for some one to finish his statement.
"A girl," LaRaina said As she took off the last piece of scrap metal armor.
"Don't encourage him." Kate said as she held back her husband, Wat, from beating the living daylights out of Chauncer. Her Irish accent showing no sign o fading. But she did allow Wat to get one good punch in, just so her husband could have some relief.
"You can hit me all day, and it won't hurt, because you punch like a girl." Chauncer added. Leaving Wat's hair an angry almost fire shade of red. "Remember that, Well, It's still true!" Chauncer was now finally done bothering with Wat.for the time being.
"Dad, why do you even bother listening to him? All Harold ever does is make fun of you." Finally Lyxander Kate and Wat's son spoke up.
Lyxander was a very quite boy, The same age as LaRaina. The Red hair, brown eyed boy was more like his mother (Kate) than he was his father. He was determined to be a writer but his father (Wat) somewhere along the lines convinced him that if he were to marry LaRaina like he's supposed to, Lyxander wouldn't have enough money to support her. Lyxander desperately wanted to marry LaRaina, and was looking forward to their arranged marriage- Which, by the way, is taking place in June of next year- So he gave up his dream of writing. As a substation, he became a squire for Sir William Thatcher, and is pleased to do so, if it confirms his dedication to LaRaina. Even though, LaRaina doesn't care to get married, She's under contract, and she would never bring shame to her family name by not entering holy wedlock. Both of the teens were tall, with a smart head on their shoulders. They both had a great amount of common sense, and it showed.
"I know Lyxander, but it reminds us of how we used to joke around." Wat added, looking at Chauncer with an evil Glare.
"Anyway, Back to what we were saying before Chauncer decided he would break up our conversation. Just because you've beaten me for the 3rd time this month, doesn't mean I've lost my career in jousting. Maybe in sword fighting, but not in jousting. And as long as I am able to ride a horse, I shall continue being a jouster, for that is all I've ever wanted to do with my life." Will finished as he took of the new and improved light metal armor Kate had molded for him the day before. True, that was Will's motto, when it comes to jousting.
"Odd you should mention the word career, and all you've ever wanted to do with your life." LaRaina began. Whenever LaRaina began a sentence like that, somehow, Will always knew the question to follow.
"I believe I know the question, and as always the answer is, NO!" William proclaimed. Everyone else thought he was a hypocrite not to help his daughter, the way they had helped him to do what he loves the most, joust.
"Just listen to me! I beg of you! For that is all I wish to get from you. Your silence and your open ears! Please, that is all I shall ever ask of you. Please daddy." She added pleading with her father. The added "daddy" part was to pull William's heart strings.
"Fine then, I'm listening. You may continue." Will said giving in to his beautiful, yet persuasive daughter.
"Thank you." LaRaina began. " "There is a tournament in 1 and a half month. I have been training for this day since I was 8 years old. I have become greatly advanced in the art of sword fighting, and I have just beaten you for the 3rd time this month. I see no reason why I should not be allowed to compete." There, she was able to express her opinion openly. Everyone else nodded their head in agreement with her. They also saw no reason for her not to compete. Well, except for the fact that she's a woman, but that could be easily hidden. As long as she wasn't badly injured.
"I have 4 great reasons why you may not compete! 1, You are not a man. 2, It's too dangerous. 3, you could be executed along with the people that helped you, for participating in a man's sport! Lastly, I say no, and I mean what I say. The answer still remains to be, NO." William finished.
"Fine, I shall not compete this time, but one day I shall compete, and you shall be sorry you ever denied me my chance at fame. And I Lady LaRaina Thatcher shall from that day on, will never more be referred to as Sir William Thatcher's Daughter." LaRaina proclaimed as she stomped to the nearest boulder she could find to sit, and sulk on. There by leaving her Father standing there in a state of regret of having told her, NO.
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I'm sorry if I have upset you by using them.
Copyright: Tribe princess 2002