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| Tempting the Fates |
The smoldering carcass of the Dragon lay behind him, and the witch had run away shrieking in terror. The valiant knight
scaled the walls of the castle, the powerful muscles on his forearms rippling as he gripped the rocks.
The Princess peered down at her brave rescuer, her heart fluttering at the sight of his perfectly chiseled form.
At long last the knight gripped the windowsill and heaved himself into the room. "I have come to rescue you, my beautiful
Princess," he announced, laying eyes on the Princess for the first time. Her radiant beauty almost took his breath away.
The softness of her body, her long flowing blond hair, and her dark full red lips. Cherry red kissable lips. He instantly
wanted to taste them.
The Princess tilted her head down modestly, aware of his intent stare. "You have not quite rescued me yet," she said, a
giggle in her voice. "The door is still barred. And I doubt that you can climb out of the tower carrying me."
The knight threw his head back and laughed loudly, fists on his hips. "That will not be necessary, my Princess." He leapt
across the room and threw his powerful shoulder against the door. It gave way, crashing to the floor.
The Princess felt weak in the knees in the presence of such a strong and good knight. But before she could collapse to the
floor, he was beside her, scooping her up into his powerful arms as though she weighed nothing at all.
The knight was touched by this delicate Princess, and felt a strong desire to shelter and protect her. "And now," he
announced, "you are free. I shall take you home and ask your father for your hand in marriage."
"Oh yes," the Princess breathed, "that would be wonderful." She blushed at her own outburst.
The knight chuckled. He bent his head and gently kissed his blushing bride.
And they lived happily ever after.
#
"Another happy ending, I see." Lilith said, her voice dripping with bored sarcasm.
The Three Fates jumped in surprise. Atropos, the eldest, regained her composure first. "Still lurking in shadows, I see,"
she replied dryly.
"And where else would you have me go?" Lilith stepped from the corner of the dark cavern and glided to the table where
the Three Fates sat. "Another beautifully crafted life, well done ladies." She ran her fingers over the thin spidersilk thread
that lay on the ancient stone table. "The princess is freed from one prison only to be thrown into another. It has a lovely
symmetry to it. Was that your intention?"
"She is free, there is no other prison." Clotho, the youngest, said in confusion. "Her knight has saved her. And now the
threads of this tale can be woven into the tapestry of human history. She can be free to live…"
"'Happily ever after.' Yes, I know how the lie is laid out."
Clotho frowned. Lachesis laid a hand on her younger sister's arm. "She is bitter and cold. Pay no mind to her talk of
prisons and lies. This is the Princess's fate, and it is a joyous one. She will get married…"
"Get shackled," Lilith interjected.
"Have children…" Lachesis continued, blatantly ignoring the interruption.
"Become a brood mare," Lilith snarled.
"Raise her family…"
"Play the servant for a bunch of brats and their sire, never having a life of her own or following her own passions,
catering to their every whim while her deepest desires go unfulfilled…"
"All right that is enough!" Atropos thundered, slapping her withered palm on the table hard enough to make everyone
wince. "We have tolerated your insults and your sneers, but you have tried our patience long enough. This Princess's life
has been decided, and this is how it will unfold. And no amount of chiding and sarcasm from you will make a difference.
Women are to be the helpers of men."
"It was not always so." Lilith's voice was dark, reminding the three of who she was. Of who she had been meant to be.
Atropos crossed her arms. "It has been so since Adam and Eve…"
"Do not utter her name in my presence!"
"Since they first lay together as Man and Woman."
Lilith smiled softly. "And so because it was always so it must always be so? This is a tricky little folly of logic. Perhaps
you would care to give me a more convincing reason for this being the lot women have in life."
Atropos pursed her lips and frowned so deeply that every crease in her ancient face showed her distaste for this
conversation.
"It is women's fate." Clotho answered the question for her eldest sister. "Since E… Adam's helper was first crafted from
his rib; women have been the helpers and servants of men. It is their fate." She looked to her sisters for support.
Atropos nodded gravely.
"I did not serve Adam when I was his companion." Lilith drew herself up to her full and most impressive height.
"No, you were not fated to serve. But your thread has been removed from the tapestry." Clotho sounded apologetic. "It
was found… unacceptable. And now the fate of women is different than it was for you."
"She is right Lilith," Lachesis said softly, "little though you may like it, who are you to alter fate?"
Lilith nodded gravely, as though she was considering this matter thoroughly. "Perhaps you are correct. I wish for things to
be as they were, but those days have been erased. I am so tired of pushing for things that seem never likely to come
about." She slumped, as though bent under an invisible weight.
"It must be hard for you," Lachesis said gently.
"No," Lilith shook her head, "Not hard exactly. Just lonely. I, as you have said," here she nodded towards Clotho, "have
been removed from the tapestry, and have found life rather dull since. I have little to amuse me now. Perhaps this is why I
lurk and rage as I do." She shrugged, as though shrugging off these habits. "Would you ladies sit with me for a while, help
drive away my loneliness, and we will share a bottle of wine?"
Atropos's frown deepened into a scowl. "Oh, I see, just like that you're willing to let this whole matter drop and have a
lovely evening with us?" Her voice dripped with suspicion.
Lilith sighed. "No, I haven't let the whole matter go. But I'm willing to put it aside for a night and enjoy your company."
The Fates had been weaving for ages, and could not even remember the last time they had had a break and just enjoyed
existence, so they assented. Lilith skipped away to the cellar with Clotho, looking for all the world like two merry
schoolgirls. A casual observer would never have guessed that he beheld a weaver of fate and the dethroned mother of all.
The wine was chosen, and the glasses were generously filled over and over. The conversation merrily meandered from
world politics to angelic scandals, past and present, as the bottle's contents shrank. Finally the conversation settled, as so
many late-night intoxicated conversations are wont to do, in wild speculative philosophy.
"Do you ever wonder," Clotho began as she held her glass out for Lachesis to tip some more rich red wine into, "why
everything must come about the way it does."
"Because you weave it so, darling!" Lilith laughed merrily and poked Clotho's side.
"Yes, yes," Clotho continued over the hoots of laughter from her sisters and Lilith, "But why?" She distractedly pushed
Lilith's poking fingers away with one of her hands while pointing at the group forcefully with the one grasping the
wineglass, resulting in a little cascade of rich liquid spilling onto the table, accompanied by shrieks from her companions.
"Don't you see? We're the Fates, but we…." She rubbed her forehead, trying to focus her fuzzy thoughts, "but we aren't
fate. Fate has already been decided by the time we spin a thread and weave it into a tapestry."
"What are you jabbering on about?" Atropos snapped, yanking the bottle out of Lachesis's grasp. "We are the Fates. There
is no other."
Lilith's grew very still at this turn in the conversation, but she said nothing.
Lachesis was frowning now too. She distractedly lifted the thin spidersilk thread off the table before the spreading puddle
of wine could stain the Princess's fate, and wound it about her fingers, staring at it. "That cannot be so, sister."
"Of course it's so. I'm not in the habit of spreading lies." Atropos declared, almost managing to sound authoritative in spite
of the burp that immediately followed her sentence.
"We have always woven according to… to the pattern. His pattern." Lachesis gestured towards the ceiling of the cave.
"According to His will."
"I tell you," Atropos announced with a red-stained smirk on her face, "we can weave anything at all. We are the Fates. No
one messes with Fate." She slammed her wine glass on the table, as though to emphasize this point. "How can you two
simpletons not know who and what we are?"
"So…" Lachesis's addled brain seemed to be struggling with this concept, "we need not follow His pattern? That cannot be
so."
"We may weave anything we wish?" Clotho burst out, clapped her hands together and sending her wine glass, which she
had completely forgotten about, flying. It crashed against the wall, staining the stone the color of blood. The sound so
startled the party that they all froze, staring at the red droplets snaking their way down the rocks and splashing among the
chards of crystal on the floor.
Atropos collected herself, and pushed the wine bottle away. "This foolishness has gone on long enough. We mustn't
simply weave anything we wish, whether we can or not. There is history to consider, and continuity, and His divine plan.
He knows better than us, and I will gratefully bow to His decisions, as should you all." She stood, carefully, and glared
down at her sisters.
"Of course we do." Lachesis said softly.
"It was simply conversation," Clotho declared in a rush, "we meant nothing by it."
Atropos nodded, her expression softening. "I'm going to bed. I suggest you follow."
"As soon as we clean up this mess." Lilith gestured to the wine on the table and the broken glass on the floor." "I am sorry
if my suggestion of a drink has caused you any distress."
"Humph," Atropos nodded again, stiffly. "Good night then." She turned and slowly left the workroom, winding down the
labyrinth of caverns to the cave that served as her bedroom.
Lachesis rushed over to a chest against the back wall of the work room cave and flung it open. Her hands were fluttering
like birds as she dug through the contents of the chest. "Oh, oh," she fretted, "Atropos's really upset with us now." She
finally pulled out the rag she was looking for and dashed over to the table, hastily mopping up the spilled wine.
"She takes everything so seriously!" Clotho slouched back in her chair crossing her arms.
"She's just looking out for you," Lilith said softly as she bent down to collect the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
"Although, this evening has been interesting. Did either of you know the extent of your power?"
"Oh, you don't really think she was serious, do you?" Lachesis laughed. "Atropos likes to think we're more important than
we are. I want to believe it's true, I wish it were. But we simply weave what has already been decided."
"Don't trivialize your position. You are three formidable women." Lilith stood up, raising herself to he full and impressive
height. "You are the Fates."
Clotho frowned. "It would be wonderful…."
"It sounds as though Atropos thinks it's the truth," Lilith responded.
"I told you," Lachesis said in a tired defeated voice, "Atropos is caught up in self-importance. But why have we always
bent our wills to His if we really are so powerful?"
"We could test it." Clotho sat up, smirking.
Lilith's eyes lit up.
"How?" Lachesis asked with contempt.
"We could weave something… something that isn't according to his plan."
"Like what?"
"You could reverse the roles," Lilith said casually, bending down to collect the last of the glass at her feet. "Reweave that
last tale, and give the woman the power, make the descendants of Adam the helpmates."
"Oh!" Lachesis gasped, stepping back as though to distance herself from such a thought.
"We could try." Clothos eyes danced with possibilities. "We wouldn't have to weave it into the tapestry, just spin a thread.
Just to see."
"Well…" Lachesis paused, "it seems harmless enough."
In a matter of minutes the two sisters were merrily spinning a new thread based on the last one. Lilith finished cleaning the
wine spills and then quietly watched the Fates at work. They spun diligently long into the night, but they met with no
troubles or resistance to their task. Finally the precious spidersilk thread was done. Clotho gathered it up and laid it on the
table in the middle of the room. The three women sat around it, gazing at the fragile tale of fate, amazed that it had worked.
"Of course, it is a ridiculous tale." Lachesis finally broke the silence.
"Yes," Clotho's giggle was interrupted by a yawn. "Sister, I think we should turn in for the night."
Lachesis nodded wearily. "I suppose you're right." She scooped up the newly spun thread and dumped it unceremoniously
in the waste basket.
"Where is the real tale?" Clotho asked.
"Oh my goodness! I nearly forgot it." Lachesis rummaged in her pocket and pulled the thread woven earlier in the night
from its depths. She smoothed this fine thread out and tenderly added it to the basket by the loom, where it would be
woven into the rich tapestry the next morning. "Good night Lilith. This has been the most fun I've had in years."
"It was a really wonderful evening!" Clotho gave a tired wobbly smile. 'Thank you Lilith."
"My pleasure," Lilith nodded and watched the two sisters leave the room.
Maybe if the Fates hadn't been so tired, or if their brains hadn't been so addled by the wine, it would have occurred to
them to wonder why Lilith lingered in the workroom instead of retiring to her own home, wherever she was making it
these days. But they did not. They left her alone in the workroom. Alone with the threads, and the loom, and the
wastebasket carrying the discarded thread.
Lilith left a few moments later, with a smile on her face. It wasn't much, but it was the seed of a difference. And with any
luck, this new structure would take hold.
The next morning slowly, and ponderously, with aching heads and weary fingers, the Three Fates began to weave. They
carefully selected every spidersilk thread spun the day before and added it to the tapestry of life. And as they wove, though
the Fates did not know this, they shifted the balance of power in one small part of the world, and changed the structure
and order of that society, all with a single thread that was meant for the dustbin.
scaled the walls of the castle, the powerful muscles on his forearms rippling as he gripped the rocks.
The Princess peered down at her brave rescuer, her heart fluttering at the sight of his perfectly chiseled form.
At long last the knight gripped the windowsill and heaved himself into the room. "I have come to rescue you, my beautiful
Princess," he announced, laying eyes on the Princess for the first time. Her radiant beauty almost took his breath away.
The softness of her body, her long flowing blond hair, and her dark full red lips. Cherry red kissable lips. He instantly
wanted to taste them.
The Princess tilted her head down modestly, aware of his intent stare. "You have not quite rescued me yet," she said, a
giggle in her voice. "The door is still barred. And I doubt that you can climb out of the tower carrying me."
The knight threw his head back and laughed loudly, fists on his hips. "That will not be necessary, my Princess." He leapt
across the room and threw his powerful shoulder against the door. It gave way, crashing to the floor.
The Princess felt weak in the knees in the presence of such a strong and good knight. But before she could collapse to the
floor, he was beside her, scooping her up into his powerful arms as though she weighed nothing at all.
The knight was touched by this delicate Princess, and felt a strong desire to shelter and protect her. "And now," he
announced, "you are free. I shall take you home and ask your father for your hand in marriage."
"Oh yes," the Princess breathed, "that would be wonderful." She blushed at her own outburst.
The knight chuckled. He bent his head and gently kissed his blushing bride.
And they lived happily ever after.
#
"Another happy ending, I see." Lilith said, her voice dripping with bored sarcasm.
The Three Fates jumped in surprise. Atropos, the eldest, regained her composure first. "Still lurking in shadows, I see,"
she replied dryly.
"And where else would you have me go?" Lilith stepped from the corner of the dark cavern and glided to the table where
the Three Fates sat. "Another beautifully crafted life, well done ladies." She ran her fingers over the thin spidersilk thread
that lay on the ancient stone table. "The princess is freed from one prison only to be thrown into another. It has a lovely
symmetry to it. Was that your intention?"
"She is free, there is no other prison." Clotho, the youngest, said in confusion. "Her knight has saved her. And now the
threads of this tale can be woven into the tapestry of human history. She can be free to live…"
"'Happily ever after.' Yes, I know how the lie is laid out."
Clotho frowned. Lachesis laid a hand on her younger sister's arm. "She is bitter and cold. Pay no mind to her talk of
prisons and lies. This is the Princess's fate, and it is a joyous one. She will get married…"
"Get shackled," Lilith interjected.
"Have children…" Lachesis continued, blatantly ignoring the interruption.
"Become a brood mare," Lilith snarled.
"Raise her family…"
"Play the servant for a bunch of brats and their sire, never having a life of her own or following her own passions,
catering to their every whim while her deepest desires go unfulfilled…"
"All right that is enough!" Atropos thundered, slapping her withered palm on the table hard enough to make everyone
wince. "We have tolerated your insults and your sneers, but you have tried our patience long enough. This Princess's life
has been decided, and this is how it will unfold. And no amount of chiding and sarcasm from you will make a difference.
Women are to be the helpers of men."
"It was not always so." Lilith's voice was dark, reminding the three of who she was. Of who she had been meant to be.
Atropos crossed her arms. "It has been so since Adam and Eve…"
"Do not utter her name in my presence!"
"Since they first lay together as Man and Woman."
Lilith smiled softly. "And so because it was always so it must always be so? This is a tricky little folly of logic. Perhaps
you would care to give me a more convincing reason for this being the lot women have in life."
Atropos pursed her lips and frowned so deeply that every crease in her ancient face showed her distaste for this
conversation.
"It is women's fate." Clotho answered the question for her eldest sister. "Since E… Adam's helper was first crafted from
his rib; women have been the helpers and servants of men. It is their fate." She looked to her sisters for support.
Atropos nodded gravely.
"I did not serve Adam when I was his companion." Lilith drew herself up to her full and most impressive height.
"No, you were not fated to serve. But your thread has been removed from the tapestry." Clotho sounded apologetic. "It
was found… unacceptable. And now the fate of women is different than it was for you."
"She is right Lilith," Lachesis said softly, "little though you may like it, who are you to alter fate?"
Lilith nodded gravely, as though she was considering this matter thoroughly. "Perhaps you are correct. I wish for things to
be as they were, but those days have been erased. I am so tired of pushing for things that seem never likely to come
about." She slumped, as though bent under an invisible weight.
"It must be hard for you," Lachesis said gently.
"No," Lilith shook her head, "Not hard exactly. Just lonely. I, as you have said," here she nodded towards Clotho, "have
been removed from the tapestry, and have found life rather dull since. I have little to amuse me now. Perhaps this is why I
lurk and rage as I do." She shrugged, as though shrugging off these habits. "Would you ladies sit with me for a while, help
drive away my loneliness, and we will share a bottle of wine?"
Atropos's frown deepened into a scowl. "Oh, I see, just like that you're willing to let this whole matter drop and have a
lovely evening with us?" Her voice dripped with suspicion.
Lilith sighed. "No, I haven't let the whole matter go. But I'm willing to put it aside for a night and enjoy your company."
The Fates had been weaving for ages, and could not even remember the last time they had had a break and just enjoyed
existence, so they assented. Lilith skipped away to the cellar with Clotho, looking for all the world like two merry
schoolgirls. A casual observer would never have guessed that he beheld a weaver of fate and the dethroned mother of all.
The wine was chosen, and the glasses were generously filled over and over. The conversation merrily meandered from
world politics to angelic scandals, past and present, as the bottle's contents shrank. Finally the conversation settled, as so
many late-night intoxicated conversations are wont to do, in wild speculative philosophy.
"Do you ever wonder," Clotho began as she held her glass out for Lachesis to tip some more rich red wine into, "why
everything must come about the way it does."
"Because you weave it so, darling!" Lilith laughed merrily and poked Clotho's side.
"Yes, yes," Clotho continued over the hoots of laughter from her sisters and Lilith, "But why?" She distractedly pushed
Lilith's poking fingers away with one of her hands while pointing at the group forcefully with the one grasping the
wineglass, resulting in a little cascade of rich liquid spilling onto the table, accompanied by shrieks from her companions.
"Don't you see? We're the Fates, but we…." She rubbed her forehead, trying to focus her fuzzy thoughts, "but we aren't
fate. Fate has already been decided by the time we spin a thread and weave it into a tapestry."
"What are you jabbering on about?" Atropos snapped, yanking the bottle out of Lachesis's grasp. "We are the Fates. There
is no other."
Lilith's grew very still at this turn in the conversation, but she said nothing.
Lachesis was frowning now too. She distractedly lifted the thin spidersilk thread off the table before the spreading puddle
of wine could stain the Princess's fate, and wound it about her fingers, staring at it. "That cannot be so, sister."
"Of course it's so. I'm not in the habit of spreading lies." Atropos declared, almost managing to sound authoritative in spite
of the burp that immediately followed her sentence.
"We have always woven according to… to the pattern. His pattern." Lachesis gestured towards the ceiling of the cave.
"According to His will."
"I tell you," Atropos announced with a red-stained smirk on her face, "we can weave anything at all. We are the Fates. No
one messes with Fate." She slammed her wine glass on the table, as though to emphasize this point. "How can you two
simpletons not know who and what we are?"
"So…" Lachesis's addled brain seemed to be struggling with this concept, "we need not follow His pattern? That cannot be
so."
"We may weave anything we wish?" Clotho burst out, clapped her hands together and sending her wine glass, which she
had completely forgotten about, flying. It crashed against the wall, staining the stone the color of blood. The sound so
startled the party that they all froze, staring at the red droplets snaking their way down the rocks and splashing among the
chards of crystal on the floor.
Atropos collected herself, and pushed the wine bottle away. "This foolishness has gone on long enough. We mustn't
simply weave anything we wish, whether we can or not. There is history to consider, and continuity, and His divine plan.
He knows better than us, and I will gratefully bow to His decisions, as should you all." She stood, carefully, and glared
down at her sisters.
"Of course we do." Lachesis said softly.
"It was simply conversation," Clotho declared in a rush, "we meant nothing by it."
Atropos nodded, her expression softening. "I'm going to bed. I suggest you follow."
"As soon as we clean up this mess." Lilith gestured to the wine on the table and the broken glass on the floor." "I am sorry
if my suggestion of a drink has caused you any distress."
"Humph," Atropos nodded again, stiffly. "Good night then." She turned and slowly left the workroom, winding down the
labyrinth of caverns to the cave that served as her bedroom.
Lachesis rushed over to a chest against the back wall of the work room cave and flung it open. Her hands were fluttering
like birds as she dug through the contents of the chest. "Oh, oh," she fretted, "Atropos's really upset with us now." She
finally pulled out the rag she was looking for and dashed over to the table, hastily mopping up the spilled wine.
"She takes everything so seriously!" Clotho slouched back in her chair crossing her arms.
"She's just looking out for you," Lilith said softly as she bent down to collect the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
"Although, this evening has been interesting. Did either of you know the extent of your power?"
"Oh, you don't really think she was serious, do you?" Lachesis laughed. "Atropos likes to think we're more important than
we are. I want to believe it's true, I wish it were. But we simply weave what has already been decided."
"Don't trivialize your position. You are three formidable women." Lilith stood up, raising herself to he full and impressive
height. "You are the Fates."
Clotho frowned. "It would be wonderful…."
"It sounds as though Atropos thinks it's the truth," Lilith responded.
"I told you," Lachesis said in a tired defeated voice, "Atropos is caught up in self-importance. But why have we always
bent our wills to His if we really are so powerful?"
"We could test it." Clotho sat up, smirking.
Lilith's eyes lit up.
"How?" Lachesis asked with contempt.
"We could weave something… something that isn't according to his plan."
"Like what?"
"You could reverse the roles," Lilith said casually, bending down to collect the last of the glass at her feet. "Reweave that
last tale, and give the woman the power, make the descendants of Adam the helpmates."
"Oh!" Lachesis gasped, stepping back as though to distance herself from such a thought.
"We could try." Clothos eyes danced with possibilities. "We wouldn't have to weave it into the tapestry, just spin a thread.
Just to see."
"Well…" Lachesis paused, "it seems harmless enough."
In a matter of minutes the two sisters were merrily spinning a new thread based on the last one. Lilith finished cleaning the
wine spills and then quietly watched the Fates at work. They spun diligently long into the night, but they met with no
troubles or resistance to their task. Finally the precious spidersilk thread was done. Clotho gathered it up and laid it on the
table in the middle of the room. The three women sat around it, gazing at the fragile tale of fate, amazed that it had worked.
"Of course, it is a ridiculous tale." Lachesis finally broke the silence.
"Yes," Clotho's giggle was interrupted by a yawn. "Sister, I think we should turn in for the night."
Lachesis nodded wearily. "I suppose you're right." She scooped up the newly spun thread and dumped it unceremoniously
in the waste basket.
"Where is the real tale?" Clotho asked.
"Oh my goodness! I nearly forgot it." Lachesis rummaged in her pocket and pulled the thread woven earlier in the night
from its depths. She smoothed this fine thread out and tenderly added it to the basket by the loom, where it would be
woven into the rich tapestry the next morning. "Good night Lilith. This has been the most fun I've had in years."
"It was a really wonderful evening!" Clotho gave a tired wobbly smile. 'Thank you Lilith."
"My pleasure," Lilith nodded and watched the two sisters leave the room.
Maybe if the Fates hadn't been so tired, or if their brains hadn't been so addled by the wine, it would have occurred to
them to wonder why Lilith lingered in the workroom instead of retiring to her own home, wherever she was making it
these days. But they did not. They left her alone in the workroom. Alone with the threads, and the loom, and the
wastebasket carrying the discarded thread.
Lilith left a few moments later, with a smile on her face. It wasn't much, but it was the seed of a difference. And with any
luck, this new structure would take hold.
The next morning slowly, and ponderously, with aching heads and weary fingers, the Three Fates began to weave. They
carefully selected every spidersilk thread spun the day before and added it to the tapestry of life. And as they wove, though
the Fates did not know this, they shifted the balance of power in one small part of the world, and changed the structure
and order of that society, all with a single thread that was meant for the dustbin.
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The smoldering carcass of the Dragon lay
behind her, and the warlock had run away
shrieking in terror. The valiant knight scaled
the walls of the castle, the powerful muscles
on her forearms rippling as she gripped the
rocks.
The Prince peered down at his brave rescuer,
his heart fluttering at the sight of her perfectly
chiseled form.
At long last the knight gripped the windowsill
and heaved herself into the room. "I have
come to rescue you, my beautiful Prince," she
announced, laying eyes on the Prince for the
first time. His radiant beauty almost took her
breath away. The softness of his body, his long
flowing blond hair, and his dark full red lips.
Cherry red kissable lips. She instantly wanted
to taste them.
The Prince tilted his head down modestly,
aware of her intent stare. "You have not quite
rescued me yet," he said, a giggle in his voice.
"The door is still barred. And I doubt that you
can climb out of the tower carrying me."
The knight threw her head back and laughed
loudly, fists on her hips. "That will not be
necessary, my Prince." She leapt across the
room and threw her powerful shoulder against
the door. It gave way, crashing to the floor.
The Prince felt weak in the knees in the
presence of such a strong and good knight.
But before he could collapse to the floor, she
was beside him, scooping him up into her
powerful arms as though he weighed nothing
at all.
The knight was touched by this delicate
Prince, and felt a strong desire to shelter and
protect him. "And now," she announced, "you
are free. I shall take you home and ask your
mother for your hand in marriage."
"Oh yes," the Prince breathed, "that would be
wonderful." He blushed at his own outburst.
The knight chuckled. She bent his head and
gently kissed her blushing groom.
And they lived happily ever after.
The smoldering carcass of the Dragon lay
behind her, and the warlock had run away
shrieking in terror. The valiant knight scaled
the walls of the castle, the powerful muscles
on her forearms rippling as she gripped the
rocks.
The Prince peered down at his brave rescuer,
his heart fluttering at the sight of her perfectly
chiseled form.
At long last the knight gripped the windowsill
and heaved herself into the room. "I have
come to rescue you, my beautiful Prince," she
announced, laying eyes on the Prince for the
first time. His radiant beauty almost took her
breath away. The softness of his body, his long
flowing blond hair, and his dark full red lips.
Cherry red kissable lips. She instantly wanted
to taste them.
The Prince tilted his head down modestly,
aware of her intent stare. "You have not quite
rescued me yet," he said, a giggle in his voice.
"The door is still barred. And I doubt that you
can climb out of the tower carrying me."
The knight threw her head back and laughed
loudly, fists on her hips. "That will not be
necessary, my Prince." She leapt across the
room and threw her powerful shoulder against
the door. It gave way, crashing to the floor.
The Prince felt weak in the knees in the
presence of such a strong and good knight.
But before he could collapse to the floor, she
was beside him, scooping him up into her
powerful arms as though he weighed nothing
at all.
The knight was touched by this delicate
Prince, and felt a strong desire to shelter and
protect him. "And now," she announced, "you
are free. I shall take you home and ask your
mother for your hand in marriage."
"Oh yes," the Prince breathed, "that would be
wonderful." He blushed at his own outburst.
The knight chuckled. She bent his head and
gently kissed her blushing groom.
And they lived happily ever after.