****Sorry for the delay guys, move state and jobs so time is money!****
Shamus woke to a glorious dawn, and several different voices inside his head. He headed to the jug and basin on top of the chest near his bed and splashed cold water on his face. The voices quietened for a moment only to return louder and complaining about the cold.
Hearing him stir, the Lord of the Wardrobe, emerged from the wardrobe of course and opened the doors of the Ducal suite and called through the Duke’s personal servants. Soon the room was filled with noise and bustle, windows thrown open, chamber pot emptied, whore escorted out of the room.
Shamus was nervous, more nervous than usual. It had been nearly 72 hours without any of his medicinal products and the voices in his head were getting unbearable. Suddenly his father echoed through his head silencing the others. “Son, today you will marry that pretty little tart and move closer to taking the elector’s throne.”
Shamus requested a cup of wine, meanwhile servants began to wash and dress him. As a Duke he was going to be dressed in war garb, not fancy silks. He was accustomed to wearing armour since his squiring days and early knighthood, but he was never very comfortable incased in steel.
Katapraktoi entered with his servant, to discuss the days events. But surprisingly the rest of the male members of the court entered. Soon the room became cloying with the smell of various perfumes, body odor and the mysterious smell of SirClive. Shamus became more depressed as the continual backslappings and lewd suggestions of what to do on the wedding night.
As Shamus drank a red mist seemed to lower over his eyes, as his fathers voice repeated his warnings that those around him were snakes and toads. Soon through the near blinding mist his ministers changed form, becoming the snakes and toads that his father had suggested. It was not until Rensslaer appeared to be a small bear dressed in a tutu that he regained his control.
Also it appeared that his father had been bundled to the back as Nero’s cold and think voice echoed through his head telling him that men like these had there uses and need to be kept on a short leash.
As the Duke stood in full battle regalia minus the helmet of course, Katapraktoi began to shepherd the men out of the room.
S: Interior Minister, a word if I may.
F: Of course milord
Shamus waits for the last of the servants to leave the room.
S: Fiftypence I have a mission for your network, I need someone disposed of.
F: Just name them and consider it done.
S: The Earl of Berlin’s daughter
F: Your mistress…..I take it that this means that she carries a child.
S: Correct and it must never live to challenge any offspring from my legal union.
F: You will my Grace.
Close to matins the wedding party left for the church, Shamus riding a white stallion at the front of the procession and his lady in a gilded coach at the very back. In between the flower of German nobility rode on horses and in carriages, the hordes of peasants lining the streets held back by the more presentable of Falcon Group. In the backstreets the less presentable members rounded up the usual suspects to stop them from creating any havoc.
As the rode to the church so they entered. Shamus first the pain in his head making his movements erratic and less than the imperial stride he was attempting. As he took his position, he best man stood by his side and the rest of the court took their places allocated by rank, though Sir Clive was made to sit by himself.
As a last resort Shamus held a handkerchief that was soaked in mysterious essences to his nose to help calm himself. Veldmaarschalk whispered encouraging words to his friend, unfortunately they were in Dutch and Shamus couldn’t understand what he was saying and thought he was pretending to be a duck.
Then the minstrels hidden in the church received their signal and started playing. The escort of the Lady Amelia, entered first and took their places, then the Duke entered with his daughter. They regally walked down the aisle, meanwhile inside his head Jadis laughed at how ugly she thought Shamus’ bride was. Which didn’t seem to be try as Deus and Coz1 were making very ungentlemanly gestures as she went by. Draco Rexus and The Suebian also cast admiring looks at the soon-to-be Duchess.
Dr Claw raved at how if he was in charge subordinates wouldn’t dare behave like this.
The pounding of his head grew to an unbearable level as Amelia drew level, Shamus’ attempt at a reassuring smile was more of a grimace to the surprisingly calm young girl.
Through the pain and the mist that descended and rose throughout the ceremony Shamus was barely aware of the actual events as Stukov went through the motions. Being 15th century Germany, that meant that the wedding was quickly finished in only 3 hours.
As their hands were bound and unbound in pure sparkling golden cloth and they exchanged rings of devotion . The ceremony ended and the celebrations began.
Shamus woke to a glorious dawn, and several different voices inside his head. He headed to the jug and basin on top of the chest near his bed and splashed cold water on his face. The voices quietened for a moment only to return louder and complaining about the cold.
Hearing him stir, the Lord of the Wardrobe, emerged from the wardrobe of course and opened the doors of the Ducal suite and called through the Duke’s personal servants. Soon the room was filled with noise and bustle, windows thrown open, chamber pot emptied, whore escorted out of the room.
Shamus was nervous, more nervous than usual. It had been nearly 72 hours without any of his medicinal products and the voices in his head were getting unbearable. Suddenly his father echoed through his head silencing the others. “Son, today you will marry that pretty little tart and move closer to taking the elector’s throne.”
Shamus requested a cup of wine, meanwhile servants began to wash and dress him. As a Duke he was going to be dressed in war garb, not fancy silks. He was accustomed to wearing armour since his squiring days and early knighthood, but he was never very comfortable incased in steel.
Katapraktoi entered with his servant, to discuss the days events. But surprisingly the rest of the male members of the court entered. Soon the room became cloying with the smell of various perfumes, body odor and the mysterious smell of SirClive. Shamus became more depressed as the continual backslappings and lewd suggestions of what to do on the wedding night.
As Shamus drank a red mist seemed to lower over his eyes, as his fathers voice repeated his warnings that those around him were snakes and toads. Soon through the near blinding mist his ministers changed form, becoming the snakes and toads that his father had suggested. It was not until Rensslaer appeared to be a small bear dressed in a tutu that he regained his control.
Also it appeared that his father had been bundled to the back as Nero’s cold and think voice echoed through his head telling him that men like these had there uses and need to be kept on a short leash.
As the Duke stood in full battle regalia minus the helmet of course, Katapraktoi began to shepherd the men out of the room.
S: Interior Minister, a word if I may.
F: Of course milord
Shamus waits for the last of the servants to leave the room.
S: Fiftypence I have a mission for your network, I need someone disposed of.
F: Just name them and consider it done.
S: The Earl of Berlin’s daughter
F: Your mistress…..I take it that this means that she carries a child.
S: Correct and it must never live to challenge any offspring from my legal union.
F: You will my Grace.
Close to matins the wedding party left for the church, Shamus riding a white stallion at the front of the procession and his lady in a gilded coach at the very back. In between the flower of German nobility rode on horses and in carriages, the hordes of peasants lining the streets held back by the more presentable of Falcon Group. In the backstreets the less presentable members rounded up the usual suspects to stop them from creating any havoc.
As the rode to the church so they entered. Shamus first the pain in his head making his movements erratic and less than the imperial stride he was attempting. As he took his position, he best man stood by his side and the rest of the court took their places allocated by rank, though Sir Clive was made to sit by himself.
As a last resort Shamus held a handkerchief that was soaked in mysterious essences to his nose to help calm himself. Veldmaarschalk whispered encouraging words to his friend, unfortunately they were in Dutch and Shamus couldn’t understand what he was saying and thought he was pretending to be a duck.
Then the minstrels hidden in the church received their signal and started playing. The escort of the Lady Amelia, entered first and took their places, then the Duke entered with his daughter. They regally walked down the aisle, meanwhile inside his head Jadis laughed at how ugly she thought Shamus’ bride was. Which didn’t seem to be try as Deus and Coz1 were making very ungentlemanly gestures as she went by. Draco Rexus and The Suebian also cast admiring looks at the soon-to-be Duchess.
Dr Claw raved at how if he was in charge subordinates wouldn’t dare behave like this.
The pounding of his head grew to an unbearable level as Amelia drew level, Shamus’ attempt at a reassuring smile was more of a grimace to the surprisingly calm young girl.
Through the pain and the mist that descended and rose throughout the ceremony Shamus was barely aware of the actual events as Stukov went through the motions. Being 15th century Germany, that meant that the wedding was quickly finished in only 3 hours.
As their hands were bound and unbound in pure sparkling golden cloth and they exchanged rings of devotion . The ceremony ended and the celebrations began.
