Court Rivalries - Chapter 11
A Challenge
Summary: A brother of a certian sergeant goes to court with fancies of catching a lady knight. Dom follows his brother to the escapades of court, hoping to win over his friend before his brother snatches her away, out of his grasp forever.
Disclaimer: Thad is my own, Masbolles not, and unfortuately Dom is not.
Marching down from the stands, Thad kicked up the dust forcefully, making his way quickly to where his brother lay, propped up on his elbows.
Scowling, Thad heaved his brother up roughly, but seeing the look on Kel's face, was more gentle with his brother, and forced a smile upon his face, and exclaimed. "I'm terribly sorry, but I shall have to whisk my brother away, I must talk to him urgently."
Without giving anyone the chance to complain or reply, Thad set of, half-dragging Dom along with him, although not too roughly to arouse suspicion from the Lady Knight.
Little did he know that Neal had already disappeared, discretely following the pair, curious as to what Thad would do.
When Thad had judged them as far enough away to not be disturbed, he yanked on the collar of Dom's face, bringing him closer to Thad. "What exactly, little brother, do you think that you are doing?" Thad hissed down at his brother.
Dom feigned confusion. "What are you talking about brother? I haven't done anything at all."
Thad sneered, and let go of Dom's collar. "You know exactly what you are doing you little twerp. You followed me here from Masbolle, I suspect you were probably he one that stole my stirrups on the way too. And when here, you have the nerve to pursue my bitch." Thad said forcefully.
That got Dom angry. "Your bitch? Your bitch! Kel is no ones, least of all yours Thaddeus. Yes I did steal your stirrups, and I am glad I did you scum, Neal told me how ridiculous you looked too. You aren't worthy of Kel." Dom nearly shouted at his brother.
Thad tutted, fuelling Dom's anger. "Oh dear, you love her don't you? How cute. And I see this may cause some problems" Thad tapped his chin lightly, considering. "I'll tell you what. We'll duel with swords, right here, right now. The winner gets the right to Keladry, the loser shall have to stay well clear of her, and give up all right to courting her."
In his state of anger Dom agreed, and drew the sword that hung on his belt, his brother doing the same.
Neal watched as the two angry brothers fought, duelling for Kel. Oh she would be so mad if she knew. But he highly doubted that either of them would ever tell her.
Minutes flew past rapidly, and it became apparent that, although Thad's fighting style was considerably more dirty than Dom's, the pair were fairly evenly matched.
Eventually Dom's weary muscles betrayed him dreadfully. With an underhanded turn, Thad disarmed Dom, and pointed the sword in the kill position on his brothers throat, grinning triumphantly.
Dom emitted a sound of despair and dropped down onto the dirt packed ground.
Dedicated, yet agan, to opalshine, whos idea most of the above and last chapter was.