Beware the Baron's Wrath [i]

Steam rose like mist from the heaving withers and flanks but still he kicked them on. through the gloom of the moonlight night they followed the slightly lighter shade of ground that depicted the track of the road, the occasional puddle reflecting the shine of the moon and the stars.

Daphne clung with tired hands and frozen fingers to the pommel of her wooden seat. Her legs were numb from the constant pounding onto the edge of the seat that was too large for her. She knew her inner thighs would be red raw and splintered, the padding her Abigail had stuffed there had long since been dropped and left behind on the trail.

Still he forced them on, his own horse frothing and heaving his powerful hand never letting go the reins of her exhausted mount. She feared both horses would be dead come the morning from this overzealous ride. It had been hours that he had forced them to sustain this grueling pace. Surely any pursuers would have given up by now! She was well certain she was not that worthy a prize!

He tugged his horse’s head to the right and pulled her horse with him but she did not see the sudden change in direction and flew from her seat to the ground. The thud on her shoulder and hip numbed by the already numbness of her body. She lay dazed that she was unmoving, the world spinning about her as if she were floating.

He hadn’t even dismounted. The stamp of his mount’s massive feet dangerously close to her head. He bent over, almost unhorsing himself, and collecting her arm hauled her up and across his thighs. Then turned his mount and kicked viciously again to send him even faster to make up the lost precious seconds her fall had caused. Her horse followed easier now unburdened yet his horse seemed not to notice her extra weight.

She was beyond tears beyond pain her body limp she allowed his hand to hold her waist the reins of her horse still in it, crossing her hips, hauling her horse after them. She was beyond caring. Even if she were to escape him now her horse and his would be incapable of carrying her far enough to find help even from a gate keeper!

Belatedly she registered the horses hooves now flying down a gravel path, the white pebbles flying from the massive hooves with every take-off! Looking up through her wild hair she could see they were in the open the fields either side of the path scythed low, the darkness and smell of water beyond, and the whole scene well lit by the moon.

Then the echo of the hooves thundering over a wooden bridge and into the courtyard of a castle keep. He pulled his massive beast to a halt with it rearing in protest as she heard the creaking and tell tale sounds of the bridge being raised.

She knew then she couldn’t go back … even if she had wanted to.

Beware the Baron's Wrath [i]


Frankston, Australia

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In the moonlight of a stormy night a castle looms. Two riders are making for the safety of it at top speed, with all the evils of the night on their tails ……

Well that’s what hit me when I looked at
Blaise Castle in the Moonlight by my dear friend Dawn Davies

Baron’s Wrath [ii]

For you dear Dawn … I hope you like it [and don’t get too impatient waiting for the rest of it ok? :O)]

Thank you for reading my words! ♥
Keep Happy! :O)
Chookas! X♥X

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