It was more exciting than she was expecting. She sat in the stands
next to her father, watching as two knights rode toward each other
at break neck speed, tension building in her body with the horses
every stride, reaching a apex two seconds before collision and then
shattering like the lances on armor. Her eyes wide with excitement a
smile exploded onto her face as a flag went up for each and they
rode back to the start. She glanced over at Chaucer and then down at
Conor who was standing on the ground leaning on the fence his face
graced with soft concentration, completely involved with the sport.
She looked back over at Chaucer and he smiled at her.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked,
"Immensely." She replied, "It's so exciting, the tension is palpable." Her eyes fell on a knight in black armor, perched on an ebony stallion. "Who is he?" she asked Chaucer.
"That is Sir Ted Dakar, a Count of Werkly." He replied.
"He's very good." She said.
"Yes, he has perfect technique." William commented. "Although his face evades me."
"I've never seen him, but he is rumored to be a favorite among the ladies." Geoff said, William glared at him, "Which is hardly the point."
"Hush! They're riding again!" Eliza cried leaning forward in her seat staring down the knight as he plowed forward lance aimed and ready. The two knights collided with an explosion of wood and noise and the opponent's helmet dashed against the dirt ground. Two white flags rose for Ted Dakar and one for his opponent. Eliza fought down a scream of glee and clasped her hands in her lap, a huge grin on her face. Her gaze flew up her knight as he removed his helmet, a look of satisfaction on his face. He had cobalt blue eyes, brown hair that reached his jawbone, and chiseled features. He was gorgeous; she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. Broad shoulders strong arms…. she was absolutely taken with him. She watched as he walked up to claim his prize a smirk on his face, his eyes looked through the crowd and found hers. Her eyes widened and her ears burned but she couldn't look away. Her heart thundered in her chest as he nodded at her his smile widening and then turned on his heel and walked away. Eliza felt like she would faint. Geoff stared at her, grinning. He had seen that look before.
"Does he tickle your fancy young one?" he whispered into her ear teasingly. Eliza jerked herself out of her trance, turning to stare at him defiantly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied rising to her feet and following her father out of the stands, Chaucer walking behind them smiling. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He knew that face far to well for the look in her eyes to be anything but young love.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked,
"Immensely." She replied, "It's so exciting, the tension is palpable." Her eyes fell on a knight in black armor, perched on an ebony stallion. "Who is he?" she asked Chaucer.
"That is Sir Ted Dakar, a Count of Werkly." He replied.
"He's very good." She said.
"Yes, he has perfect technique." William commented. "Although his face evades me."
"I've never seen him, but he is rumored to be a favorite among the ladies." Geoff said, William glared at him, "Which is hardly the point."
"Hush! They're riding again!" Eliza cried leaning forward in her seat staring down the knight as he plowed forward lance aimed and ready. The two knights collided with an explosion of wood and noise and the opponent's helmet dashed against the dirt ground. Two white flags rose for Ted Dakar and one for his opponent. Eliza fought down a scream of glee and clasped her hands in her lap, a huge grin on her face. Her gaze flew up her knight as he removed his helmet, a look of satisfaction on his face. He had cobalt blue eyes, brown hair that reached his jawbone, and chiseled features. He was gorgeous; she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. Broad shoulders strong arms…. she was absolutely taken with him. She watched as he walked up to claim his prize a smirk on his face, his eyes looked through the crowd and found hers. Her eyes widened and her ears burned but she couldn't look away. Her heart thundered in her chest as he nodded at her his smile widening and then turned on his heel and walked away. Eliza felt like she would faint. Geoff stared at her, grinning. He had seen that look before.
"Does he tickle your fancy young one?" he whispered into her ear teasingly. Eliza jerked herself out of her trance, turning to stare at him defiantly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied rising to her feet and following her father out of the stands, Chaucer walking behind them smiling. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He knew that face far to well for the look in her eyes to be anything but young love.
