Yond night. The annual jubilant gala hath hath happened. As the villagers gathered in swarmings. The streets w're litten up, throngs running barefoot admits the raineth as in a grander tent. The family of the issue and oth'r issue members has't gathered.
Herlinda and Adalia satteth at the v'ry seat of the issue who is't still hadst not arrived. Those gents conversed softly amongst each oth'r with anticipation.
Dagobert hadst been setteth out to fetcheth f'r the new guest as that gent anon stood outside the doth'r. Lingering patiently aft'r knocking. At which hour the doth'r opened. Agrafena stood, h'r eyes moving to both h'r edges then to that gent.
“Yes…?” “Is thence something wrong… mine own sir?” Dagobert shook his headeth, “Oh nothing liketh yond, mine own lady.” The lady then watched as that gent toldeth h'r, “The issue hath urged thee to attendeth the festivity yond wast to befall tonight.” That gent continued.
“There, that gent shall introduceth thee to his family.” Agrefena’s that from which we speak parted, “He hath a family…?” Dagobert smiled, “We all doth mine own lady.” His eyes dropped. “Well most of us do…
Agrefena placed a handeth ov'r h'r that from which we speak, “My… s-sir, I didst not cullionly to berate you… the lady hath said apace. Though, wast quicker to shrugeth t off. “My dame yond is absolutely fine, anon what of thy response…?”
Agrefena gaveth a soft smile and hesitantly nodded h'r headeth.
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Anon at the main manor wast Clovis Theudebert. The issue. His countenance on the pile writings yond w're sent to that gent from various nearby villages and empires.
The n'rth'rn pathway wasn’t fully theirs. As many of these bandit upraising hadst caused the collapse of villages. Families hadst been separated. Bairns, wenches and the eld'rly w're the ones to suff'r the most.
Clovis pinched the bridge of his nose. These bandits art forsooth getting out of command. Swiveling to the emperor? Nev'r. That gent hadst been aught but holp. T wast only the works of the men and the chiefs.
–Of course, Clovis kneweth t well. His eyes then hath fallen to the did grind wh're his rapier settled. His countenance stayed thence.
“Do not cometh near… d-do not…!”
Clovis’s brows furrowed. That gent wondered wherefore the lady wouldst feareth anoth'r human being present this much. Wast yond sir the product of h'r violence. That gent didst not knoweth. The mistress wast obviously in distress f'r a longeth tempus anon.
Yond wast the only reasoneth that gent hadst taken h'r. Yet that gent still couldst not holp but imagineth h'r visage. Yond clash between sapphire and em'rald w're h'r orbs. Jeweled by forest-like lush lashes.
Though the behold in h'r eyes wouldst has't equaled a warri'r in his lasteth breath. That gent coequal wondered about h'r nameth. Aft'r a longeth tempus of bethinking that gent did get up.
Clovis then madeth his way outside the doth'r.
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Adalia eyes flickered, “How art thee doing yourself moth'r? I desire thee art not ignoring yourself?” The lady asked to which Herlind softly laughed.
“Now thee has't very much becometh a mother,” mine own silk haired girl.” The lady murmured, grazing h'r hair. Adalia smiled then h'r eyes flickered to wh're Clovis wast.
The whole crowd. Herlinda stayed seated. Clovis walked with Dagobert. Upon grasping the v'ry front. That gent did kneel slightly and took Herlinda’s handeth.
“Mother… a soft murmur. That gent then pressed a kisseth on t. His eyes then flickered to Adalia as that gent gaveth h'r a f'rehead kisseth.
“Adalia… thy eyes art shimmering, lief sibling, what’s the matter?” The auburn wench hath kept silent.
“Clovis, Adalia h're hath something to sayeth to you.” Herlinda nudged h'r.
“I seeth yond moth'r." That gent murmured, still having a holdeth on h'r visage. The lady then parted h'r that from which we speak, “Clovis, thee art moving to beest an uncle.”
His brows shifted. That gent then gazed at Herlinda who is't nodded,"She is with a issue commendation to God.”
Clovis’s eyes ceased did shut, “Gosh… t wast Karl’s w'rk is t not? oh… I am moving to slay him.”
Dagobert stifled a laugh as well as the oth'rs.
“Clovis…! Adalia hissed softly, swatting his chest. “You art not moving to slay mine own husband.”
That gent though only smiled, “I daresay, I would.” Herlinda shook h'r headeth with a hearty laugh. The gala continued, wholly transpiring into something m're joyous.
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The night continued as the families conversed. Clovis with the oth'r governors as that gent wast also providing out intelligence to Dagobert who is't wast drifting 'long. Curtly to his ev'ry word.
Agrefena meanwhile wast inside the house. Having given a handeth maiden/ As the maid fondled h'r hair, the lady couldst not holp but noticeth h'r fair visage.
“My lady… Agrefena’s eyes flickered up to h'r as the lady then hummed, “Yes, lady?” The maid smiled, “You behold so fair, coequal the bride from yest'rday, Franciska wast nothing compared to yourself.
Agrefena’s eyes hath fallen to the flo'r as the lady murmured a soft thanketh thee and smiled. The lady then gazed backeth at h'r.
“D-Do I very much has't to wend out there…?
The maid furrowed h'r brows, “Do thee not need to? T is fine but t shall beest overlooking the word of the issue, though I couldst maketh up something, perchance yond thee art tired.”
“Oh nay, nay thee doth not has't to doth that!” Agrefena shrugged t off. “I am… fine, t is just yond I am a dram worried about what I strength think… thee knoweth, I myself isn’t from here.”
The maid scoffed slightly, “My dame, h're we art all family, not all of us art related, not coequal the chief.”
Agrafena’s eyes subtly widened, “R-Really?” The lady nodded, “Really… coequal the previous issue wast from anoth'r tribe, he–after years of hard w'rk gained the status of issue lord.”
“Moreover… (Agrefena’s eyes flickered down*) “Hiding such a fair visage wouldst beest a sin.” (h'r eyes flickered up)
The maiden smiled, “And I doth not very much need to beest a parteth of yond sin.” The lady teases in amorous sentiment.
Agrefena alloweth out a soft chuckle and nodded. H'r eyes dropped to the flo'r.
***
The events prolonged then the murmurs of the women’s eyes raised. Both Herlinda and Adalia’s eyes hath fallen to the maid and the new visage of the wench who is't wast anon hath brought f'rth.
The maid bowed as well as the wench. Herlinda only smiled, “Well, Who is't is this fair guest of ours?” The maid hath kept h'r eyes on the did grind, “This is Dame Agrefena, Dame Herlinda, the lady wast a wanderer who is't did get hath lost from h'r tribe, issue Clovis hadst saved her.”
Adalia’s brows raised, “Clovis?” Herlinda did shoot h'r a behold. The lady, though shrugged, “He who is't swore to nev'r toucheth a mistress did hunt a gazelle of one?” Herlinda shook h'r headeth in amusement. The lady then smiled warmly, inviting h'r.
“Come and sitteth, bid us about yourself.” Agrefena nodded with a hesitant smile as the oth'r wenches watched h'r settleth.
Adalia gaveth h'r a sparkly smile, “So, how didst thee receiveth hath lost? Is t true yond mine own broth'r saved you?”
The wench didst not discourse f'r a longeth tempus though glanced at which hour the lady called that gent broth'r, “Your brother…?”
Adalia nodded, “Yes, that gent is mine own broth'r! The lady hath said, and… the chief.” The lady smiled brightly. Agrefena gaveth h'r a soft smile and sensed Herlinda. The lady wast anon served the delights.
The tension wenteth hence as t nev'r wast. Herlinda hadst tilted h'r headeth. Meanwhile Adalia hadst tears pooling ov'r h'r orbs. The lady grazed the girl’s arms in reassurance.
“Do not… worry.” Agrefena nodded with a soft smile. “We art w'rking very much hard to receiveth rid of these monsters from our livelihood.” Herlinda added. “The issue shall has't t taken careth of.”
Many oth'rs nodded to t. Agrefena smiled and nodded at lasteth. “All shall beest good.” The lady nodded to yond as well. “All shall beest good.” The lady repeated to h'rself und'r h'r breath. H'r eyes w're lowered to the did grind though those gents w're up once the lady hath heard the maid.
“Lady Herlinda… the lady bowed once m're, “Master Clovis hath summoned her.” Adalia’s brows did shoot up in mock tease, “To the men’s area? Brother… the lady shook h'r headeth.
Herlinda gazed at Agrefena’s hesitant visage then at the maid, “What f'r? Didst that gent has't a reason?”
“The dame Agrefena wast to beest introduced to the governors as the lady hadst been from the v'ry tribe yond wast affected by these bandits.” The lady continued, “Master believes yond the lady may knoweth a thing 'r two about t as the lady wast the tribe’s previous chief’s daughter.”
Helinda gazed at Agrefena who is't gaveth h'r a nodeth. The lady then dusting of h'r dresseth, bowed to Herlinda and Adalia.