“Those men are servants of the Royal Guard, retired warriors that are loaned out by the king to provide another level of protection around the Princess,” Count Vee explained. “The king spies on his daughter?” Julie asked. “You see right to the heart of the matter,” he responded, looking impressed at the comment. “They are conscientious and diligent in their care for her royal highness. A wonderful fiction she was bred to appreciate and accept. The king has many children and all those with power or estates have some sort of royal presence to assist them.” “Palace intrigue 101,” I added. Julie smiled at me. Frowning, Zetia looked out the window. “What are the tents for?” We all looked up from our contemplation when Count Vee’s retainer opened …show more content…
I decided he was the butler, because he guided us inside the front door. Seeing no trouble the warrior turned his face straight ahead in a well-trained fashion, and completely ignored our entrance into manor. Another couple of men-at-arms occupied the vestibule, they stood against the wall in a relaxed manner. They too looked like seasoned men, but one of them had a touch of gray in this hair. Both men were a wall of muscle, they looked like they were in their late forties —tall, broad shoulders and lean. Their demeanor instantly set me on edge, they weren’t remotely approachable. Including the warrior outside, the group oozed a powerful air of authority that would downright intimidate a lesser man. My first impression approved the placement of the bodyguards. They definitely set a tone of don’t mess around in my …show more content…
It made me grin knowing she took her role as bodyguard so seriously. In fact, both of my women seemed overly zealous to me. To the left of the anteroom it let onto a hallway leading passed a number of closed doors and to a servant’s passageway. Our guide took us to our right, passed a grand stairway made of oak. We could hear somewhere in the big house, it was literally overflowing with people. So it didn’t surprise us to see a crowd in a great hall, after walking down the ante-hallway with the butler. Well-dressed merchants and women in fine clothes chatted away at each other among the empty trestle tables. The majority of the guests were just standing around the well lite room. Several male servants wearing black uniforms were passing out full wine
It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look th...
““Maybe I should go and hide,” she equipped “Or maybe I’ll just stay here and kick your ass!” The last few words she screamed. Well, maybe she was boss. Either way, she was definitely earned her scene with me; there was no denying that. And the Duchess of Bay Ridge had a vicious temper.” (23)
What used to be a simple home is now a sacred sanctuary, a refuge from all the filth of the world, a place to trap and stifle beauty, adventure, and passion. What used to be a simple woman is now an angel, a pure and domestic celestial being. I live in an era where women are considered most beautiful when isolated, helpless, and even dead; where a lady with passion is scarier than a bitter hag; where feminine is now a synonym for pure, selfless, and submissive; where sexism has put on the fancy dress of romance. And Alfred, Lord Tennyson is a man of his era, grabbing romantic sexism by the hand and enchantingly twirling her around the dance floor.
The townspeople then surround the townhouse where the kings money was lodged threatening to kill the troops with clubs. He then received information the mobs of people have declared to murder the troop by taking him away from his post. Captain Thomas Preston then sent a non-commissioned officer and 12 men to protect the sentry and the king’s money in hopes to deescalate the situation before it gets out of control. After arriving Captain Thomas Preston came across the rural crowd screaming and using profanity against the troops telling them to fire. C...
Next, the merchant tried to find a place to sleep, and it was delicious meals. He ate it all because of the free foods. He found out the beautiful the vast palace. The Brest said, “I gave you food and a bed to sleep in and then you‘re stealing my rose!” Beauty’s father frighten; Beauty’s father told him that my daughter about Beauty’s gift.
She did this knowing that her loved one would walk in the stadium and immediately look to her for the answer of which door to choose. However, the young boy did not consider the princess’s jealousy when she gave him her answer. Unfortunately for the princess, behind one of the doors “was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth . . . and the princess hated her” (Stockton 205). The princess did not necessarily hate this maiden for no reason but rather for an action that the lady may or may not have committed. Stockton claims that the princess had witnessed or imagined this lovely damsel gazing at her beloved and her beloved returning the glances (205). Although the princess loves the young man, she realizes that if she reveals to him the door with the lovely damsel she would have to deal with the agony of watching her beloved rush joyously to the woman behind the door while the celebration of matrimony took place right before her eyes. The princess would have to live her life suffering as she watched the man she loves live a happy life with the woman she
Countee Cullen's poetry was extremely motivated by race. He produced poetry that celebrates his African American Heritage, dramatizes black heroism, and reveals the reality of being black in a hostile world. In "Harlem Wine," Cullen reveals how blacks overcome their pain and rebellious inclinations through the medium of music (Shields 907). James Weldon Johnson said that Cullen was always seeking to free himself and his art from these bonds (Shields 905). In "Yet Do I Marvel," Cullen raises questions about the motivation God might have had in making a poet black in bidding him sing in a world that is fundamentally racist and that does not readily accept the creative work of African Americans (Shackleford 1013). Poems such as "Heritage," "The Black Christ," The Shroud of Color," "The Litany of the Dark People," and "Pagan Prayer" are the product of a writer who cannot reconcile his blackness (Early 170-171).
The Queen of Fyrelark, sits daintily on a seat, watching her nobles walk around the room in pure frustration. The Queen has so much faith in her daughters, and yet not one of these people can see the potential in her pride and joy. Mary Rain - one of the lead nobles was sitting across from her with such a patient composure while she took in every word the Queen said.
Her spouse is stripped exposed and dissected before her eyes; she is group assaulted. The swarm made love to her. She finished not have to take off any one of her bangles. They were all crushed as she lay in the way, being taken by exclusive also an alternate and an alternate. That ought to have presented to her a great deal of good fortunes. (147)
Vanity in the eightieth century was something seen a lot in women of the upper class, who believed that they were the most beautiful creatures that anyone would ever lay their eyes on. In this tale, that ...
The blade only misses my throat by an inch. A gust of air summons goosebumps and stings my skin. An immediate reminder of what I have just escaped. A presence had appeared at my back. Hearty chicken and potato scents linger in the air, the whimsical evening meal was only served minutes ago. I fall from my seat, taking a place setting down with me, and hitting the rug covered stone floor with absolutely none of the grace of royalty. Around me the room comes to life. Chairs squeal and fabric swishes. Guests are coming to my aid. Cool air tickles the hairs on my skin, contouring my tensed muscles. I can’t move. The effects of the adrenaline are still in in play. Gasps drag in and out of me. My chest pounds and the force of my heart rattles through me. My attacker is a fit man. Beefy muscle gleaming from his efforts. His sweat and stench dripping and wafting over me. His chest and sleeves bare the mark of our kingdom, but he has made his allegiance painfully clear. Before I can back farther away from my attacker, before the assassin completes another swing, before my king comes to my aide, a bang rattles through the hall. Three soldiers slam through the tall red wood doors, running and jumping at me. At the enemy. I can see the whites of his eyes. The assassin's manic gaze. Are wide with fear? Or concentration? Or resignation. It happens in a moment. His sword arm thrusts at the ceiling, a salute, and he cries, “We men will rise! Down with the monarchy!” Then he looks at me, a fierce determination flowing from him. It’s in his posture, his words, and his voice. We both know he’s finished. In a moment of disillusionment I give him my sympathy. To have been so close, impossibly close, and face failure. He just watches me. Does he expect...
Suddenly, the three bandits Jesse, Mark, and Luke rode up and surrounded and seized the carriage. They had a piercing stare that seemed to go right through the princess. At first, the princess had a terrified look on her face, but still had compassion on these men that did not seem to have a care in the world. They wore auburn colored shirts with a jacket that was brown with white fringes that dangled down from their sleeves; wearing black cowboy shoes, auburn colored pants, and a ...
The night of the ball arrives and Madame Loisel was the prettiest among the other woman, sh...
Taking small steps to the entrance door of The Fairmont Orchid Hotel, the soft smell of white lilies filled the air. I was very nervous, after all, I was in a new island and really did not know what to expect. Standing there with my uncertainties, a lady from the inside approached. She identified herself as Tashique, one of the customer service personnel. I told her of prior bookings that were made and as a result I came to fulfil my arrangement. She blessed me with a beautiful lei (garland) made from many different flowers of different colours. I felt as if I was in garden. She escorted me to the reception area, where in bold writing it said on the wall “WELCOME TO PARADISE”. The gigantic crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling glistened in all its glory. If you looked for far too long, it was as if it was blinding. After short discussion and approval from the receptionist, I was further escorted with my luggage to suite