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Breakfast With A Princess
Each of the participating knights was invited to breakfast the next morning in the princess' pavilion. The champions of the four previous contests sat closest to Princess Kitty, Sirs Bobby and Lance to her left, Lord Kurt and Sir Nanean on her right.
Sir Bobby was flirting with her handmaiden Lady Jennifer. He was chilling her wine and feeding her grapes, whispering his poem in her ear.
Ahem, that might not be the wisest thing to do in Her Majesty's presence, Lady Jean informed him via her telepathy.
The knight blushed and coughed nervously into his napkin and went back to his own meal. Lady Jennifer pouted but turned to her breakfast as well.
Sir Lance was swilling his wine and babbling unceasingly in Princess Kitty's ear, much to her displeasure.
"Will you like, can it!" she snapped, smacking his hand as he tried to take hers and kiss it.
The drunken knight stared down at his smarting hand and then turned back to the princess. "Who're you?" he slurred, his voice thick from his drink.
"I think its time to go your lordlyship," Sir Toad informed him, dragging his friend out of his chair and out of the pavilion. Lady Tabitha cackled madly as she watched them go, accidentally spilling her drink all over Sir Fred's lap.
"You've ruined my best doublet," he fussed trying to maneuver his large girth out from under the cloth-covered table. This task was not gracefully carried out, as he managed to disturb everyone presents' plates and goblets, causing many a mess on the pretty tablecloth.
Lord Kurt shook out his soiled handkerchief and made a face as the giant man tried to squeeze past him to get out of the pavilion.
"Can you move please," the lumbering knight asked, falling against the silken sides of the tent-like pavilion as he tried to get out. Lord Kurt teleported out of the way and the large man shoved past his chair and out of the pavilion.
Those present breathed a sigh of relief and went back to their merry-making and eating. Lord Kurt bamfed back into his chair and glanced at the strange knight that sat beside him. "What country do you come from?" he asked quietly.
"From away," the man replied vaguely and went back to his food.
Lord Kurt raised his eyebrow but didn't go further into the matter. Instead, he turned to the beautiful princess who sat one the other side of him.
"Like, can you not stare? I'm like, trying to eat," Princess Kitty told him, not liking the look on his face one bit. It was rather disturbing, the emotions he was displaying in that one simple look. Pain. Longing. Regret. Each one of them hurt. The strange-looking knight turned back to his food, hiding his hurt feelings.
The princess instantly regretted her words. I mean, he wasn't that bad. But he was rather creepy. Maybe she would learn to learn to love him. She could. All her handmaidens said he was a wonderful man beneath the fur. Hmm. Fur. She reached her hand discreetly across the table and stroked his hand.
Ahhh. So soft. She almost sighed with happiness at the sheer luxuriousness of the velvety pelt. Lord Kurt gulped quietly when he felt her touch and stared at her. As she continued to pet him, he felt a contented purr rise up in his throat.
Their lovely moment was broken by the herald announcing the princess' morning ride.
"Would you like to join me?" Princess Kitty asked as the servants cleared the table and the lords and ladies exited the pavilion.
"Me?" Lord Kurt was surprised that she would ask him this, as she had been avoiding him almost since they had met. Though after the little petting incident, he could be sure of nothing when it came to the princess.
"Like, yeah," Princess Kitty nodded happily, holding onto his hand and begging with her eyes.
Ah. Those eyes. Lord Kurt agreed immediately and hurried to his tents to get dressed for the ride. Princess Kitty did likewise.
Do you like it? Yes, I am kind of stalling till the contest. Much Kurttyness! Please review! I no longer need poems, thank you to the people who contributed them.
Breakfast With A Princess
Each of the participating knights was invited to breakfast the next morning in the princess' pavilion. The champions of the four previous contests sat closest to Princess Kitty, Sirs Bobby and Lance to her left, Lord Kurt and Sir Nanean on her right.
Sir Bobby was flirting with her handmaiden Lady Jennifer. He was chilling her wine and feeding her grapes, whispering his poem in her ear.
Ahem, that might not be the wisest thing to do in Her Majesty's presence, Lady Jean informed him via her telepathy.
The knight blushed and coughed nervously into his napkin and went back to his own meal. Lady Jennifer pouted but turned to her breakfast as well.
Sir Lance was swilling his wine and babbling unceasingly in Princess Kitty's ear, much to her displeasure.
"Will you like, can it!" she snapped, smacking his hand as he tried to take hers and kiss it.
The drunken knight stared down at his smarting hand and then turned back to the princess. "Who're you?" he slurred, his voice thick from his drink.
"I think its time to go your lordlyship," Sir Toad informed him, dragging his friend out of his chair and out of the pavilion. Lady Tabitha cackled madly as she watched them go, accidentally spilling her drink all over Sir Fred's lap.
"You've ruined my best doublet," he fussed trying to maneuver his large girth out from under the cloth-covered table. This task was not gracefully carried out, as he managed to disturb everyone presents' plates and goblets, causing many a mess on the pretty tablecloth.
Lord Kurt shook out his soiled handkerchief and made a face as the giant man tried to squeeze past him to get out of the pavilion.
"Can you move please," the lumbering knight asked, falling against the silken sides of the tent-like pavilion as he tried to get out. Lord Kurt teleported out of the way and the large man shoved past his chair and out of the pavilion.
Those present breathed a sigh of relief and went back to their merry-making and eating. Lord Kurt bamfed back into his chair and glanced at the strange knight that sat beside him. "What country do you come from?" he asked quietly.
"From away," the man replied vaguely and went back to his food.
Lord Kurt raised his eyebrow but didn't go further into the matter. Instead, he turned to the beautiful princess who sat one the other side of him.
"Like, can you not stare? I'm like, trying to eat," Princess Kitty told him, not liking the look on his face one bit. It was rather disturbing, the emotions he was displaying in that one simple look. Pain. Longing. Regret. Each one of them hurt. The strange-looking knight turned back to his food, hiding his hurt feelings.
The princess instantly regretted her words. I mean, he wasn't that bad. But he was rather creepy. Maybe she would learn to learn to love him. She could. All her handmaidens said he was a wonderful man beneath the fur. Hmm. Fur. She reached her hand discreetly across the table and stroked his hand.
Ahhh. So soft. She almost sighed with happiness at the sheer luxuriousness of the velvety pelt. Lord Kurt gulped quietly when he felt her touch and stared at her. As she continued to pet him, he felt a contented purr rise up in his throat.
Their lovely moment was broken by the herald announcing the princess' morning ride.
"Would you like to join me?" Princess Kitty asked as the servants cleared the table and the lords and ladies exited the pavilion.
"Me?" Lord Kurt was surprised that she would ask him this, as she had been avoiding him almost since they had met. Though after the little petting incident, he could be sure of nothing when it came to the princess.
"Like, yeah," Princess Kitty nodded happily, holding onto his hand and begging with her eyes.
Ah. Those eyes. Lord Kurt agreed immediately and hurried to his tents to get dressed for the ride. Princess Kitty did likewise.
Do you like it? Yes, I am kind of stalling till the contest. Much Kurttyness! Please review! I no longer need poems, thank you to the people who contributed them.