This is my first medieval story, well actually this is my first story period. Haha, I knew I can't write. :P But please if there is anyone who wants to help me edit please, I will love it and I will always be in your debt! :)
- Satisfy
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The sun reflects itself down at the pond, around it the sounds of a bird singing its' favorite melody. The skies seem clear blue, and the clouds looks as if it was nothing but a fluffy pillow. The grass is greener than ever and the sounds of the horse that is riding upon a pathway to a great castle. The castle was big as his own fathers, but he knew that the man that lived in this castle was more trustworthy than the filth. A knight upon his black steed arrives at the majesty's door. The knights standing by the door of the castle bow down to this Holy Knight, though it seems as if he is God himself!
The knight had black hair that shined away its color, his face had a scar from his forehead, down across his nose. His eyes were the faintest color of violet and blue. His shoulders were broad and full of muscles and his sword draped around his waist. He was not just any knight, he was the Black Knight that killed criminals from stealing, raping and many things. He was a savior.
"The hell, my back aches." he muttered to himself rubbing his left shoulder.
He continued opened the doors leading him walking down the hall with red carpets down the middle lane. To the left there was pictures of the King himself. He was wearing a royal violet robe, with his golden crown, but not even a smile. His hair was then black, but now it is turning gray. To the right is large frames of his family and friends, he stopped in his tracks and looked at a picture. He saw a girl, the girl took his breath away, her hair was black like her father and long like her mother, she had eyes like looked like the ocean, the eyes he can never take off of.
The trumpets went off and then he knew that the King was going to enter the room, so he got onto one knew and waited in front of the throne.
"Oh! Welcome back Bayard." the King said loudly and cheerfully.
"Good eve to you, m'lord."
"Oh, Bayard, you know you can sit up, the hell are you doing on your knee. I've taken care of you as if you were my own son!"
Bayard stood up and sat down in the one of the chairs by the King.
"What news bring you here son?"
"Nothing m'lord, I just thought I would come by and see you my lord. As you can see, I have been gone for 3 summers."
"Aye, I can see that," the King rubbed his chin,"Bayard, I've known you for a long time and you are now what? 24 years and still not bethrothed or married?"
"My lord, you know I ain't got no time on my hand for a wife, nor kids. And even if I wanted I would want to fall in love with her first."
"Ahh.. "
Bayard was tired he had just returned from Scotland. His father betrayed the Englishman, and left for the Scotland 15 years ago. Bayard really never knew the truth about his mother, nor his family. His father was a coon, the man was a coward. Bayard sighed.