The Lady Commands - Sex Stories

The Lady Commands

... fool. Bring him up to me." "I really think that he-" "Me temper's not getting better for waiting, bring him to me!" he roared. When Da raised his voice like that, no one refused him. Several men sprinted to the dungeon to get our prisoner, and in a few moments, he was in front of my father, bowing. "Harald of the Bordren, son of Larat. Ye've come to my lands by mistake, I'm thinking?" he said, pleasantly enough, but father was a man who often surprised people with his easy going ways. Harald seemed stunned. "You know of my father, my lord of the Carrolwyn? I had no idea. Yes, my mistake was when I was being pursued to have not run as far south as I could." "Aye, lad, many years ago, there was a delegation of your people who made contact with good King Anglar, proposing peace in the event of your king being deposed, but nothing came of it as several of the plotters were betrayed, and hanged for their troubles." "Aye. My father was among them." "And the Bordren, being the murderous curs they are, took everything from your family, didn't they?" "Aye." Now Harald seemed nobler than ever, and his dislike for his king was quite plain to see. "Now you're in Carrolwyn, and it seems you've captured an important part of our lands." "I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm a prisoner. I've captured nothing." My father grinned at him. "Are ye so sure o' that? Take his manacles off of him, and fetch me two practice swords." One of the guards removed the manacles while another sprinted back with a ...

... pair of wooden practice swords. It was hard to seriously injure someone with one, but cuts and bruises were the standard with them. My father took one and handed the other to Harald. He then stepped away from Harald, turned and bowed, and Harald did the same. Then father signaled with his free hand and attacked. Da was one of the greatest swordsmen ever in our land, but Harald was proving to be a fair match for him. Damn. Had we been on open ground, I'd not have taken him so easily. They sparred for several minutes, the object being to disarm the other, but Harald was quick, which was his saving grace, as Da's skill was showing itself as the bout went on, finally Harald over corrected and Da slammed the flat of his blade into Harald's chest and knocked the wind out of him. Da was not known for his mercy on fallen foes and I feared the worst as Da approached him. "Hurts does it?" "Aye," gritted Harald, through clenched teeth, "hurts like the Devil." Da reared back and kicked him in the stomach. Not as hard as he could have, not none too gently. "I'll tell you once, lad, and once only. If by word or deed, you ever cause my daughter one bit of pain, you'll feel a thousand times worse. Do you understand me, Bordren? Do ye?" "Aye, I'll cause her no pain. I swear upon my mother's soul." Da looked surprised by that, and helped him to his feet gently. "D'ye mean that?" "Aye." "Then, you're a good man, Harald of Carrolwyn. Kneel before me." Grimacing in pain, Harald knelt in front of Da. ...