Season was quite unsettling. Although the very start of summer, the morning mist still had her in shiver. The thick garments with embroidery, the amount of jewellery and the shoes with slight heel.
Pacing about in the morning, after the ordeal with maids, as the new corset was way too hideous, resulting in leaving it out of the whole thing and a whole hysteria that resulted. None the less, it’s not like we are expecting anyone for a week.
The days in the palace were peaceful, so to put. The general duties of taking care of finances, the whole estate, political shenanigans of other royals and daily updates on who marries who, where and what fell out, what new gossip came about… Yes, quite tiresome.
During the very breakfast, as the coffee that was brought over, as bitter as it were, served boiling hot, like she preferred. The maids were neatly working, even though at times the glances of unrest were there. Since the Head of the household had died and left sole Daughter to take care of the business – the palace was filled with unrest.
Those who are older by age were pushing the typical “men should be in charge!” and the “women know nothing!” politics, so that was irking. Not to mention the relatives and “close friends” of the passed Duke were lined up to come and put their five sixpence in new owners face with their marriage proposals, “help” or any other time wasting efforts which stemmed from power hunger.
But this fine morning, the feeling was sort of odd. Peaceful. Even with all the maid fuss and the staff issues, it was somehow peaceful.
The butler rushed into the room.
“Madam, there’s guests, I…” – He flailed, but was stopped in stutter, as the Lady Fienno walked in.
“Bring me breakfast!” – Lady Fienno ordered as she sat next to me at the breakfast table.
“Bring Lady her breakfast.” – Duke Eshie lets out. – “Leave the room.” – Gestured Madam Duke.
The staff fussed, but went as told. A few moments later the breakfast was served. Lady Fienno was glancing at staff.
“You all, leave.” – Duke Eshie gestured to staff. The hesitant looks, then the succumbing to the pressure and all the maids left the room, closing the doors behind.
“Oh dear sweet mother of finicky eels…” – Lady Fienno let out. – “Eshie, you won’t believe what I’ve encountered, not to mention what I’ve brought back with me.”
Duke Eshie and Lady Fienno were friends by chance. It so happened that one fine evening at another party that was hosted by the seaside, Duke Eshie was not in the best of moods, due to pressing politics of the power and prestige. Eventually Lady Fienno stormed in, getting the whole place to feel on edge.
She was a sailor, Lady Fienno. Her father once was an Admiral, but he died for the Crown, in one of those endless issues over the sea passages, leaving his oldest daughter in charge. But more like – Lady Fienno gripped the hell out of that power not daring to let go weather it was then or now.
With her endeavours – she became well feared for her recklessness and ruthlessness, unpredictability and high influence within the Marines, the Army and the Pirates. Yes, even Pirates and wealthy Merchants rather do best to stay on Lady Fienno best side. As she is not one of faint heart to leave a traitor live another day.
Lady Fienno was an inspiration of rebellious nature even more than ever. Duke Eshie was enamoured by the Lady, but not that she could show so openly.
Therefore the letters of invitations to breakfasts and lunches, and dinners and more – were Dukes way to spend time with the Lady.
“I’ve missed you too.” – Duke Eshie let out. – “I’ve worried as you were out for months at sea.”
“Eshie, dear, Sea, just like you, treats me well. One might even think that you and sea are same soul, for I do sense the caring in the waves out there, as profoundly as at the hands reach for you here.” – Lady Fienno replied.
“You never cease to share the sweetest of words.” – Duke Eshie let out, getting her cup of coffee.
“Like you don’t know what follows.” – Lady Fienno smirked. – “I do seek moments of repose with you. You are the calm to my inner sea. You alone make me this way. That is why I must ask – why does my fine Eshie turn so sweetly red in cheeks when I come closer to enjoy the taste of lips? Is it not true that you yearn for it too?”
Duke Eshie looks at the Lady through lowered lashes, softly smiling to those words.
“I mean, I’m charmed, what would you like more?” – Duke Eshie softly lets out.
It takes a bit for them to enjoy the moments of being together. Through the day – Lady Fienno shows and showers Duke Eshie with gifts that she brought from her travels, which consist of all and more – the plants, medicine, textiles, jewels, books and knowledge.
Past midday – after the lunch and a bit of rest, they go out to walk through the Palace, with hands held together, then bit by bit, they’d find that little or grand place where they’d kiss, sweetly, softly…
As Duke Eshie is dearly held by Lady Fienno, with Duke being on tiptoes to reach dear lover. It’s always amusing to Lady Fienno – the petite Duke adorned with heavy dresses and jewels, so strong and so fleetingly frail, as if. Sweetly kissing the lady, with passion slowly seeping through, as the breaths become shorter, the need to get out of the dress becomes the need, as yearning to be feeling touch of loved hands burning the soft skin just so dearly is etched in the soul within.
Eshie not ever can get enough of strong hands of Lady Fienno. No person ever held such power and tight grip like her, with strength that’s close of those in legends and stamina of goddess, Lady Fienno would be the one Duke felt she could rely on. She loves every touch, with each kiss burning up so much that Eshie dares to just tear off them clothes on Lady Fienno. And even though the fine shirts and pants fit well, driving fingers to trace all that over the body, feeling muscles and heat…
The two would spend a long time in the bedroom, as they’d keep at it through the night, feeling the fervour of heat, of yearning heart and each heart beat… Tongues tracing skin, leaving kisses all over, fingers gripping within, making climax so more than. Sweetly intoxicating, enamouring, mystifying, pleasing to extents that even books dare not put these feelings in words…
And then they would talk about dreams, their wishes and beyond the veil seams. With morning arriving and them falling asleep.
The staff would dare not to come wake up the two, until the time when Duke would call one to. From there, there’d be bath, lunch and time to work. The two lovers would have to go and commence once more to their duties.
But a week later or so – she’d be back, Lady Fienno. With passion blooming ever more.
Though there’s something that they’ve agreed upon not too long ago – their wedding would be the spit in the faces who dared to make them listen to manly rants of shoddy power galore.
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