This story is dedicated to a certain Lady of North Carolina who inspired me to write this and whom this story was written for. Please be gentle as this is my first attempt but I would welcome constructive criticism.
"By god Richard, who is that vision sat beneath the willow?" Asked Sir Joseph staring at a nearby tree and the figure reclining against it.
"That would be the Lady Roxanne, a lady recently arrived at court from the new world" replied Sir Richard glancing sidelong at his cousin. "Have a care with that one though Joseph, they tell her temper is as red as her hair."
Sir Joseph and Sir Richard strolled at little further along the path before Joseph stopped abruptly. "Damnation Richard but I must speak with her and peer at her loveliness." Suddenly he span on his heel and strode over the grass toward the willow tree.
"What of our card game?" Called Sir Richard to the retreating figure, but he received no answer and so shook his head and carried on along the path.
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As Sir Joseph approached the tree the first thing he noticed was the fiery tresses piled upon the lady's head. The next was the embroidery hoop on which she was rhythmically sewing the shape of a horse.
"My lady, I do not wish to trouble you but I recently lost my lucky florin around this tree and wondered if you had by chance seen it?" He inquired.
The lady raised her head from the task and her grey blue eyes sent a bolt shooting through Sir Joseph's soul. "No sir, I cannot say that I have seen such a thing" she said with a soft accent "although I would happy to help in your search?"
"Oh my lady that would be beyond wonderful if you could, I am on the way to play some hands of rummy and would be bereft without my luck coin to aid my play" he exclaimed as he held out his hand to help the lady up. "I could not but help notice your accent my lady, it is from the Americas is is not?"
"Yes my lord I hail from North Carolina and have recently come to court at the behest of my uncle" she said as she smoothed her yellow silk gown.
Sir Joseph could not help but stare at her beautiful face and the wonderful creamy tops of her ample cleavage that was contained by her whalebone corset.
"I am Sir Joseph" he said as he brushed his lips along the back of her outstretched hand.
"Charmed Sir Joseph, I am named Lady Roxanne, and I am very pleased to meet you" she murmured as she stared down at scarlet jacket and dark breeks noting the set of his muscular calves.
"So my lord, where should we start this search, have you an idea where the coin may be located?"
Sir Joseph looked thoughtfully into the middle distance. "My lady I feel that a rummage where the thatch is the thickest may provide the best results."
Lady Roxanne's laughter sounded like a golden bell. "T'was ever thus my lord" she murmured as she glanced at him coyly.
Sir Joseph's pulse quickened as he detected a flirtatious note in the ladies' speech. He stared at her from behind as she was bent over lightly brushing the grass. The tightening in his breeks now becoming uncomfortable as his trunk stiffened.
"Sir Joseph I feel sure that you will not find the coin by standing there, maybe you should come closer to get a more complete view."
"My lady I would love to approach closer but I fear I cannot move at this time without embarrassing myself" he anxiously choked.
