Sir Edward Hastely was a knight who served under the reign of king Awkswire. He served him well, and grew the reputation of being the best knight in service. He fought hard and well through every battle, and won many maidens kisses at the end of each tournament. He was a victor to both friend and foe, and was given ample reward because of his great skill.
His secret was an eye that made the world a red globe. When he fought, he fought within a world that was already drenched with blood, and he killed all the dark shadows that he could see before him.
However one day as he hacked and split both sword and limb, he turned to the right and saw a knight with a helmet of black, and a shield of silver. It was such a handsome uniform - however it was foreign to his knowledge, and immediately he swung and hacked the royal knight down.
The world stopped all of a sudden, and knees trembled to the ground.
“The king is dead!” one of his fellow knights cried as he sobbed inside bloodied hands.
Sir Edward Hastely blinked, cleared his vision from his red eye, and then looked down at the knight he had felled. True enough he spied king Awkswire, and he felt a moan of grief stir inside of his throat.
“Kill him!” cried out a brave fellow who had blonde locks, dyed red. “Kill the traitor!” he cheered as he held his sword up into the air, and began to wheel it above his head.
“Kill him!” repeated another who fast approached Sir Edward Hastely.
“Kill him!” cheered another as men began to gather around.
Sir Edward Hastely was immediately put into battle with his fellow men, and immediately he fought them off until they backed up enough for him to jump an idle horse and scamper away.
Sir Edward Hastely ambled over the land in exile. He grew an armor of dead-weight upon his breast, and hung his head low as he moved on. He walked his mighty horse over land, bridge, and forest. At night he slept on the ground with the leaves, as the frost chilled him to the bone. He recounted the event over and again inside his mind, and swore that he had never seen the king wear such handsome armor He wanted to kill the knight every time his dream popped his image up, and when he woke he would be found with sword in hand, ready to strike.
“He must have changed his fashion...” Sir Edward Hastely muttered as he rolled over, and helped himself to stand. “He must have been just wanting to show off new armor..” he uttered as he stood up on his legs, and stretched. “Never mind...” he swore as he looked around at every branch and tree, and saw nothing but foreign trimmings. “I'll find my way...” he muttered before he picked up his gear, and then ambled off.
During one of his forest walks he came upon a lonesome cottage. He was faint for having had eaten nothing but bark for two days, and grew famished enough to think about robbery. He stood near the tree as his limbs shook, and then dropped to the ground and helped himself to some leaf-litter as he gnawed on the ignoble subject of robbery.
A fair maiden walked out of the house, and noticed him from afar. She cocked her head as she squinted her eyes, and then with a shrug she moved back inside the house. Sir Edward Hastely smiled a little, as he though a courtship with such a maiden would serve most useful to him. However he tossed the idea away as he continued to munch on some bitter leaf.
Soon the maiden reappeared with a basket inside her hands. She walked towards the knight who remained in a daze, until the moment she moved so close he could not sway away from the fact that she was going to approach him.
“Sir...” uttered the maiden as she knelt before him in order to show him a basket of bread and boiled egg. “Tell me your story, and I shall feed you.” she uttered as she placed the basket down upon the leaf-littered ground.
Sir Edward Hastely felt his blood rush to his head, and for a moment he felt quite faint.
“I am a knight...” he uttered as his senses swarmed at the kind offer. “I served for a king...” he said out loud as he reached for the basket and pulled it close.
Sir Edward Hastely stomach pulled against the consummation of the food, and for a moment he paused as he realized that he had grown so used to famish he feared that food would cause him to become ill.
“Are you a foreign?” questioned the maiden as her brows crossed together.
“No...” Sir Edward Hastely uttered.
“Are you sending a message?” questioned the maiden as a tingle in interest sparkled in her brow.
Sir Edward Hastely uttered a snort, and chuckled under his breath. He looked at the fair maiden, and immediately grew much interest. He smiled as he watched her catch her breath under his steady gaze.
“You always inquire of stranger's ambitions?” he asked as he tucked the basket safely behind the tree.
“I don't meet many strangers...” uttered the maiden with a sigh.
“Please my lady, you have shown so much kindness I must know why you do such a charitable act? What is your ambition?” he questioned.
“I saw you eating leaves, and thought it right...” the maiden blushed as she began to fidget. “Tell me I have overstepped my mark, and I shall go back to the house.” she uttered as she lifted her eyelids and met his stare.
“I thank-you for your service...” uttered Sir Edward Hastely as he held out his hand. “Let me grant you a noble kiss, and I shall eat your meal with gratitude.”
The maiden smiled, and gave him her slender hand that smelled of fresh milk. Sir Edward Hastely bent his head over, and pressed his lips upon her soft skin. The maiden blushed a little under her skin as she became surprised at such tenderness. Sir Edward Hastely grew famished for the soft treat all of a sudden, and roamed his lips over her fingers, then upturned her palm and kissed her to the elbow.
“Sir!” the maiden blushed as she felt her arm become securely gripped.
“Please, I beg of you, for chivalry's sake, stop your actions at once!”
Sir Edward Hastely grew a lust for her sweet mortal form, and began to see red. The world turned crimson, as crimson as the lust inside his soul, and he pulled the meek shadow forth until he could feel her breath upon his face.
“I am a knight in exile...” he whispered as her ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I do not abide the laws of chivalry any longer!” he gushed before he pulled her down to the leaf littered floor, and drenched her face and neck with a rush of dark kisses.
The maiden took his kisses kindly despite the war she had been forced into. Some could have said that she rather liked the brash knight, and his desires – however it were her words that betrayed her manners.
“Sir knight!” she gasped as she felt his hands run over her bodice, and loosen the ties at the front. “You must not let your wickedness overtake your manners!” she scolded. “I am but a maiden with a husband who is sleeping inside his bed – if he saw this action, he would think me foul!”
“A husband?” questioned the knight as he breathed onto her milk-sponged face. “Lady, no knight has ever stopped me from any task – I doubt any commoner could...” he retorted before he pulled her dress off her shoulders and unleashed her ample bosom
The maiden gasped at the horror of having herself revealed to such a wild male, and she swung her arms in front of her chest in order to try and regain some modesty.