Years past as I lived in luxury from what I was use too in the kitchen and many seasons changed. I grew older and was taught about how to be a proper person. The training lead me to meet many people and see many wonders but none as wonderous as Lydia my true love. A daughter to the royal wine maker. Her gorgeous lips and beautiful dark hair upon flowed like the waterfalls beyond our castle walls. She smelled of grapes and barley and eyes twinkled in the light.
Our love was the purest form. It came from the pure happiness one feels just to be in the mere presence of each other. We both loved adventures and tales that the townsfolk spoke of in the taverns. I world was pure fantasy and I enjoyed every moment of it with her. But soon this love was tainted. As war came knocking on the castles walls.
War ruins many of things. Neighbors fight one another, brigands inherit the fields as do deserters and many other unruly persons. Violence echoes and murder spreads. As military taxes the poor to the brink of death and I must stand by my King to scribe the judgements of the kings for long periods where my only glimpse of Lydia is through passing as she fills the kings goblet with wine as he condemns the masses. As well as me.
Today was when this nightmare took place. Lydia had called to me in passing just before the morning judgements had been completed. We were to eat lunch together in an most beautiful area she found near a stream at the edge of the farming fields. She had acquired butter and bread as well as a grape mash she had made the night before so we could once again feel one another until the day ended and we were sent to our chambers. Excited my attention began to wonder before the final judgement of the morning. I barely remembered the case. It was a farmer who could not make his dues to the king and therefore must surrender his daughter to slavery so she could pay his debt. The man was crushed as the guards drugged him out of the throne room and slam the doors shut. The king weary of that morning decided ask me to recount the cases of that morning. All I thought of was Lydia as for that hour before we recessed for lunch.
I ran out of the throne room and down the hall to meet my beloved by the north side of the castle walls where she patiently awaited my arrival. We mounted our horses and left the castle gates to the vast fields of the kingdom where she had found a beautiful scenic space where we could eat and be merry by a gentle stream and a lovely forest. As I grabbed her smooth hips to help her off her horse she wrapped her arms arround my head and pressed it against her breast as I lowered her to the ground. “My, my, Master Scribe. I did not know what a gentile you are…” She leaned in for a kiss. Time could have stood still that moment for the passion I felt echoed throughout my body.
As we finished our meal in the field of poppies we held each other in a tender embrace staring into one anothers eyes and talking of our dreams. We lay looking into the sky at the lovely paintings that were made by God in the clouds and smiling with no cares in the world. Lydia turned to me once again and said, “Master scribe do you wish to see something more majestic than this…” She stood up laughing in the most seductive way as she stripped her apron and threw it upon my face. I grabbed it and pulled it away as I had snapped myself to my feet but she already had made it to the stream taking off her bodice.
As I made it to the stream Lydia was at the border of the woodland taunting me as she slowly removed her dress and layed it on a branch near her. She giggled once again raising her finger towards me asking for my approach as she danced in her wet shirt clinging to her naked body. As I reached the stream I grabbed her bodice and smelled her beauty one more time. And crossed the river feverishly to get to the woodland where here dress had been left.
“Lydia my love you have seen to lost your garments.” I called out.
“And more shall be removed from me my love. If you can find me.”
I followed her voice as I revelled when I had made it to a cave where her shirt hang gently on a rock outside of the entrance. As I entered I saw her corset lying on the ground and picked it up smiling at the treasures I had found and what I would find further in the cave. Lights danced in the distance as I walked into the cave. “Lydia, I have found you my love. The treasure shall be mine.” I giggled in excitement.
“Do n…” My loves voice began the silent.
I rushed towards the light as I shouted, “Here I come!”
As I entered the passage my eyes adjust as I see Lydia’s nude body standing and trembling next to a hooded person who held a dagger to her throat. She was trembling with fear as tears danced acrossed her face and down her breast. She calls, “Watch out!” As I feel a presence behind me I turn and a person was behind me as they blew ash and dust to my face my body instantly went numb and I fell to the cave floor. Though not unconscious my body was paralyzed and I felt nothing but could here and see everything that was happening. The second hooded person reached there then slender fingers out as they grabbed my head and forced it to turn towards my love once again.
As I lay on the floor the man grabs my Lydia and pulls her towards him. She tries to resist and is answered with a smack across her face. I cried out, “….” but nothing left my mouth but silence. I then scanned the area with what little light I could see and find that symbols envelope the walls and ground where Lydia is standing. I realized what I had found. The Knights Templar told me of these dark rituals performed around the known word that are not of God.
Scared Lydia is thrown to a slab on the cave floor just raised above the ground hitting hard enough to knock the air out of her. And as I lay I can not do a thing but watch my body would not cooperate. The other person made there way to Lydia as the man binds Lydias arms above her head to the slab. The other grabs her feet and pulls them tight as Lydia twitches with what strength she has they bind her feet. The two stand to there feet as Lydia can no longer fight and the man removes his hood.
It was him. The farmer from the last case I wrote. He turns and hands the dagger to the other who removes her robe and a pale light haired lass stands naked next to him. The only thing on her skin is many scribblings like that, that is on the wall. Her pale body slowly moves towards my Lydia as she kneels before her head and whispers something in her ear as she cuts her face. Lydia screams in pain. Yet I can do nothing lying on the cold floor. The pale girl who now I understand is the farmers daughter leans to my loves face and licks the blood off her face as she stares at me. Then she mounts my Lydia’s naked body and leans over to kiss her lips. The pale girl leans back and waits for her father to kiss her head before dancing on my Lydia and yelling an most unusual tongue. The pale girl turns to me again and smiles before she thrust the dagger through Lydia’s heart.
The young girl drops the dagger and reachers her hands into the pool of blood now seeping through Lydia’s chest and massages Lydia’s body with it. I lie shaking my head in angry but still can no longer move my limbs. She finishes by rubbing the blood on her before calling her father to fetch me. He runs to me and grabs me and I cannot fight and places me next to Lydia as his daughter uses Lydia’s blood as ink and rights symbols on my face. She nods to the father and he begins to strip me of my clothes. I can do nothing but lie in wait to see what happens.
As he turns me to remove my shirt his daughter notices my brand. She yells to her father, “He is a slave!” She says in shock.
“I did not know daughter. He was at the royal court.”
“But a slave! We were never to touch them!” She said as she began to think,
“The ritual must be completed. Hurry before it wares off. Place him on his lover.”
He lies my back on Lydia her breast given way to my upper back. The farmers daughter then mounts me as she slowly slides her body to my face and kisses me on the lips. She thrusts back as her father kisses me on my head. His daughter begins to grind and dance on me as she pours oil over her body and mind speaking that unknown word. She leans in one more time and says, “I am sorry slave but we need your sacrifice.” As she dismounts me and places her robe on her again.
I begin to feel my toes and fingers coming back. My body slowly awakening. Each second passes and I feel more and more but it is not fast enough. I began to feel the sticky blood from my love on my back and the oil on my chest and body. But the farmer and daughter had already made there way towards the exit of the cave as I lay on my love. The daughter says to her father, “Now, you must throw it now.” The fire lights a torch with etchings on its shaft and turns to me. As feeling begins to fill my body once again. He tosses the torch and as it hits the oil on the ground it ignites.
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