12 comments/ 32472 views/ 26 favorites Dark Knight & The Lady By: _Lady1SensuaL1Fire_ This short story is a bit longer than my usual ones. But to take away events of the story to make it shorter, would take the integrity and true power of this story. Please read it careful and you wont regret it, this story means alot to me...it took me 6 months to write it, because I wanted it to be just right. thank you. London, England May 1785, Standing alone on the Stanhope terrace, Lady Georgia Kent watched, as the first ball of the season was in full swing. This was her coming out season, but Georgia was in no way enjoying herself. Her sister Lana and their cousin Bethany were the obvious belles of the ball. Both being considered fair beauties of the classical sense; having their considerable share of attentive beaux. Forever being compared to her sister and cousin, with heir fair beauty and slender form, Georgia felt out of place, not feeling dainty by no means. Georgia possessed an exotic beauty; dark curly chestnut hair with a hint of fire in those locks. She is petite in height, and too well-endowed for her liking. Many men preferred the fragile slenderness of the under-fed. Georgia is voluptuous without being plump. To her, she has very few saving graces; her honey-hued complexion and her midnight violet eyes, which she inherited all from her father. Though Georgia was Lana's junior by two years, she felt awkward and unsophisticated compared to her sister. Oftentimes, when Lana was entertaining a suitor in the drawing room, she would feign any reason to send Georgia on an errand of some sort. It felt as though Lana was ashamed of her. The suitor would stare at Georgia in an odd sort of way. Almost as though his throat was parched as she walked by, Lana would hiss at her to leave. So lost in her own thoughts, Georgia had the distinct feeling that she was being watched. she looked up from her wringing hands to stare into the most glorious grey eyes she's ever seen. Silver grey eyes gore into her violet ones with such intensity, that she looked away or risk being scorched in the process. "Good evening my Lady Georgia, may I introduce myself?" The Dark stranger asked, but she had the impression that he usually did as he pleased anyway. "H...how did you know my name, my lord?" Georgia stammered. "I inquired of our hostess of the ball, who the intriguing woman with the violet eyes was" The stranger announced with amusement. "But, why? Why would you want to know my name?" "Can you not guess, my lady?" "Please my lord, do not speak in such riddles. Who are you?" "Forgive my lapse in manners. I am Lord Devon, Duke of Withermoor, at your service my lady". "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Your Grace." Georgia gave him her hand. A tingling sensation crept up her arm, as his lips gently touched her fingers. To Georgia's mortification, she blushed a bright red. "It is very rare indeed, to see a natural blush on a woman. You are quite refreshing." Normally Devon was a man of few words, but this voluptuous little woman had him acting like a boy still in leading strings. "I...I am pleased to meet you, but I must return inside. For my lady mother will be most concerned of my whereabouts. I am sure we will meet again. Good eve my lord." After a quick but graceful curtsy of respect to Lord Devon, Georgia then glides across the terrace, through the french doors, disappearing inside. "Aye my beauty, we will meet again...soon". * * * "Georgia, where have you been , my darling?" Her mother, Lady Sophia asked with concern. Meanwhile, smiling with pride at her eldest daughter, surrounded by prospective suitors. Lady Sophia loves Georgia, but with her eldest daughter's pale beauty, her chances of landing a wealthy son are greater than with Georgia. Her younger daughter was pretty in an exotic sort of way, but not in the classical sense, as her sister Lana. "I needed some fresh air, this ballroom is filled to the rafters, and the perfumes are becoming cloying." "Are you not enjoying yourself? Your sister seems unaware of anyone else but her beaux. You would do well to do as your sister does so naturally, and surround yourself with potential suitors. Although you do not possess the classical beauty as your sister, you are pretty enough to land yourself at least an Earl's second son." Lady Sophia stated, unaware of how the words annoyed her daughter at the comparison of Lana and Georgia. Georgia knew that her mother meant no harm, but her words stung nonetheless. Another reminder how effortlessly her sister attracted most of the men in the room. Even though most of them are fops and dandies, hoping to land the very marriageable daughter of the powerful Earl of Kent. "Mother, what can you tell me about the Duke of Withermoor? He insisted on introducing himself to me, earlier in the evening." "What did you say? The Duke of Withermoor? He has introduced himself to you, did he mention wanting to court Lana? This is most unusual, but he is rumored to be even richer than the King. Well child, what did he say to you?" Her mother finally stopped for air, long enough for Georgia to answer her questions. She tried to keep the amusement from her eyes as she watched her mother's face turning different shades, in her earnestness to know what the Duke wanted. "When I was on the terrace, his Grace introduced himself to me. He already knew my name, he stated that he asked Lady Stanhope who I was. He looked at me intensely, though I cannot fathom why. what do you think this means, mother?" Lady Sophia sat silently assessing her daughter for the first time. She was so engrossed most of the time with her other daughter Lana, that she missed how her daughter, Georgia, has really grown up. She felt a twinge of guilt. Georgia was the spitting image of her husband's mother, the legendary beauty of her time. Lady Sophia realized how much her youngest daughter resembled her paternal grandmother Eliza. She also possessed her uncanny intelligence as well. Could it be that the Duke of Withermoor has taken a fancy to her Georgia? Lady Sophia looked at Georgia with new eyes, of course it is possible that his Grace prefers her violet eyed daughter. This matter bears more thinking... "He is one of the most sought-after bachelors in Christiandom." Her father startled her mother from her thoughts. "Hello my princess. Are you enjoying yourself?" Lord Garrett of Kent smiled fondly at his beloved daughter. In his heart, she was his most precious child, reminding him of his mother, who he still dotes upon. "Hello father. Aye, I am enjoying myself well enough. The architecture is splendid. I would simply love a tour one of these days. The statues in the gardens are divinely magnificent!" Georgia exclaimed excitedly. Her eyes sparkling with vitality and keen intelligence. Lord Garrett laughed down at his daughter's upturned young face with delight. This girl has the wit of his mother, and her vibrancy as well. Though, most of all, she sees beauty around her instead of what she is wearing, or how to attract a man. His lovely daughter is refreshing without any artifice whatsoever. "What is so amusing father?" His wife and daughter looked at him with confusion. "Unlike your sister, you are totally unaware of yourself Georgia. Methinks you have attracted the attention of the very unattainable Duke of Withermoor. Lord Stanhope has discreetly told me of how he has been questioned by his Grace about you. Be careful of him, Georgia. He is honorable but he is somber and his said to be able to seduce a woman by his very essence. He possesses a magnetism that most women find alluring, but no one has ever been able to win his heart. He lost his wife and their infant along with her, in a carriage accident. He is a hard man, Georgia, for some reason, he is seeking you out. He does not give up until he retrieves what he desires." Her father left them to speak to his friend, Lord Stanhope. "I have never seen father look so solemn before. How does he know so much about Lord Devon?" Georgia was beginning to feel a tingling sensation creeping up her back. Georgia watches as a shadow passed across her mother's lovely face as she begins to speak. " Your father was the one that discovered his wife's body along with their son. Both fatally wounded on their way home from London. Your father was the one who had to break to news to his Grace." * * * Across the aristocratic-filled ball room, Lana was trying her best to attract the Duke of Withermoor's attention. She blatantly ignored the swains around her. Lana was on the prowl for a wealthy husband and she chose Lord Devon. Lifting her chin with arrogance, Lana muses that a handsome husband doesn’t hurt either. She was so sure of her beauty, that she thought, all she had to do was flirt with him thus casting him a come-hither look. Lord Devon glanced briefly at the pale debutante who tried in vain to catch his eye. It took everything not to roll his eyes heavenward at this obvious ploy. He was on a direct mission to seek out a lovely pair of violet eyes that has haunted his thoughts, ever since he saw her standing on the terrace, seeming so woebegone. Finally, he spotted her amongst her parents and Lady Derby. He made his way across the crowded ballroom floor, ignoring all women's stares that were forever following his every move. For a moment, Lana thought The Duke was heading her way, so she smiled smugly. Though, to her horror, he bypassed her and went straight towards her father. Oh well, must be business she thought. I will be somewhat patient, she thought. Though, to her astonishment, his Grace was bowing over the hand of her plain-Jane sister Georgia. "I cant believe it. Why would he be interested in Georgia instead of me?" A genuine frown creased her light brow. "May I have the honor of this dance, fair lady?" The Duke asked politely but his stance demanded no denial of his request. Standing still, his silver eyes boldly held Lady Georgia's violet ones. Eyes widening slightly, Georgia was not ready to speak to this tall, dark man. " I would your Grace, but I am not feeling..." She began but Lord Devon held out his hand to her, and for some reason, she could not seem to say nay. Georgia placed her small gloved hand in his large tanned one, meanwhile never taking her eyes off his face. For some reason, she was so riveted, that the murmurs of the ton went unnoticed by either Lord Devon or Lady Georgia. At this moment, the very air between the two crackled with electricity; violet eyes meeting silver ones, melding into one. The Duke held her curvaceous waist in an almost possessive grip. Georgia's grip on his broad shoulders nearly scorching her hand from his magnetic aura. Never in her life has a man ever made her feel so deliciously female. All her life, she has been made to feel like the ugly duckling compared to her sister. Along comes this ethereal male with his burning silver gaze, making her feel as though she was actually pretty. As if reading her thoughts, Lord Devon told her "I have never beheld such natural beauty such as yours. You are truly an English rose. Why do you hide away in corners or avoid other gentlemen? Surely you are not hiding, you are so hauntingly lovely." Lord Devon glanced at her in confusion with his eyebrows drawn. Georgia gave a little bitter laugh, "Please, Your Grace, do not mock me for a second time. I know fairly well that I am no great beauty like my sister. If you are dancing with me to get a proper introduction to my sister, just tell me, but do not play games with me." Georgia chided, lifting her chin slightly in defiantly, her eyes snapping violet fire. Lady Georgia began to turn away from him to leave the dance floor, when a big tanned hand gently held her at the elbow. Turning back, Georgia looked up into Devon's confused eyes. "What mean you by this, m'lady? I have not the slightest interest in anyone else." "Come now, m'lord....." "Devon." "As you wish, Devon. My sister over yonder is slender and fair. While I am dark and plump compared to her. Why is it that you seek me and not her?" "I am not interested in skinny females who resemble broomsticks and have no healthy color to their skin. Pale hair and pale eyes do not intrigue me. You are exotic, wildly beautiful and voluptuous. Just because you have a bounty of breas...." "My Lord!" Georgia blushed profusely. "Devon" "Please Devon, do not speak so, it is most inappropriate." "I speak thus because it is true. You are petite, exquisite and the perfect size to be called a woman, not a frail simpering, debutante like your sister. Nay, please do not get angry, but I see how she snubs you when other suitors are around her. She is jealous and vain, you are her complete opposite Please my lady..." "Georgia" "Aye, touché, my sweet. Would you consent for me to call upon you on the morrow? I realize we know so little of each other, but when I first gazed upon you on terrace, I knew I had to find out who you are." Devon's lips seem to stiffen slightly at his own admission, his hands gripping his black leather gloves slightly. Georgia looked up into his mysterious eyes to spot any deceit, but found none. "Aye, my...Devon. You may call upon me on the morrow if you wish." Georgia knew she was taking a chance, but she felt a smoldering aura just below the surface, directed at her. "Would you like to take a drive in Hyde Park on the morrow then? "That would be a delightful excursion indeed, Devon." "My carriage will be outside after you break your fast in the morning. I will bid you bonne nuit, ma jolie." Following those words, Lord Devon; The Duke of Withermoor departed the Stanhope ball. Devon sat back in the plush navy blue velvet cushioned seat in his carriage, contemplating what he has just done. He has just invited Lady Georgia for a drive in Hyde Park tomorrow morning. In the morning of all times, when his arm hurt the most. One year ago, Devon suffered a very painful reminder that accepting a challenge to a duel, whether by bet or otherwise, is extreme foolhardedness. More often than not, he is plagued by pain when first awakening in the morning. The Duke brought himself back to the day that the strange incident occurred. He was in the middle of a duel, and had his sword ready above his head, ready to strike the final blow to his opponent, when a lightening bolt had surged through the sword to his body. It was the most eerie silence that had followed. He remembered the most heated energy coursing through him at the lightening's impact. Luckily, his feet were together at that very moment, and not apart, stopping the lightening from doing him major harm. Ever since then, Devon has been possessed with strange abilities, such as invading people's thoughts, sensing danger before they occur and to heal people with his essence. * * * Meanwhile, back at the Kent London house, Lady Georgia was lost in thought, thinking about her outing with the duke on the morrow. She was still baffled by the unsuspecting interest of Lord Devon, when her sister came waltzing into her chamber unannounced. "So, my dear little sister, mother tells me you are to have an outing on the morrow with the Duke of Withermoor." Lana tried not to choke out the words. "Aye, is it not wonderful? Imagine, Lord Devon interested in me, and we just met" Georgia mused out loud. I will second that thought, Lana muttered waspishly. "Did he say what his intentions are, with your little excursion in the park on the morrow? I have noticed how his gaze lingered on me at the Stanhope ball last eve. His eyes bore into mi..." " You are mistaken Lana, his Grace asked me permission to properly court our little Georgia" their father interjected pleasantly enough as he walked in. Although his mind wanted to inform his eldest daughter that her arrogance was misplaced. For he has seen with his own eyes how the Duke of Withermoor has taken an unusual fancy to his younger daughter, the moment he clapped eyes on her. "Oh, father! We did not see you there" Lana tried to look contrite, but only managed to embarrass herself instead. "Obviously" he muttered "Georgia, I have a surprise for you my dove, for your special day on the morrow. I was made aware that you have not purchased any new clothing for yourself since last spring." Her father then handed her the box hidden behind him. "Father, what ever did you do? I do not require anything" But Georgia was surprised by her father's thoughtfulness nonetheless. She carefully opened the lavender colored box and silver bow on top. Tears welled up in her sparkling violet eyes as she scanned the contents of the box. Carefully folded inside the gossamer-like tissue, a complete riding habit in the exact shade of her eyes was presented to her. The riding habit was trimmed in delicate silver thread. The white riding gloves were also trimmed with silver in rose designs. Also included, were a new pair of black riding boots and a delicate hat of the same soft velvet as her riding habit. Speechless, Georgia ran into her father's outstretched arms. "What's this, no words of thanks for your old sire?" he jokingly said, not quite subduing the gruffness from his voice. He enjoyed coddling his youngest daughter, who never harped at him for new trappings as the rest of the females of his household. Oh no, his daughter of his heart demanded nothing of him , save his love and respect. This thought brought a smile upon his ruggedly handsome face, and a bout of nostalgia at the reminder of how Georgia has grown up. These mixed emotions sometimes reeked havoc with his iron control of his feelings. He wanted her to be his baby dove forever, but realizes that it cannot be. "This was suppose to be your birthday gift, coming up in a fortnight, but I decided to give it to you now instead. I hope you like it. Your mother thought it too extravagant, but since Lana has had a new wardrobe this year and not you, I find it only fitting that my other daughter have something special as well." With that, Lord Kent departed his daughter's chamber, so that they may continue their conversation. Thankfully, he could not have known the depth of his eldest daughter's jealousy. He could not see the anger building within her, for she wanted the Duke as her own. "Well well, I see that father has all but delivered you up to the Duke's bed." Lana could not keep the sneering from her voice. "Be careful Lana, your face is becoming green with envy. You would not want your complexion to be marred...that is most unbecoming." Georgia was becoming tired of her sister's constant badgering of everything she does and wears. "If I didn’t know better, one would think that you were jealous. Father already told you, that this was to be my birthday gift anyway. You have a new wardrobe every year Lana, what are you complaining about? Are you interested in the Duke yourself?" Georgia asked her sister, looking at her straight in her eyes. "Nonsense! I have more than too many suitors already. I have never had any trouble acquiring anything by a simple look." Lana was honestly shocked by her sister's usually hidden strong spirit. She could not let on how the Duke's rejection of her advances only made her want him all the more....and she will do what she must to capture him as her own. "Would you help me into this outfit, I need to see if it will require any last minute alterations. Meg is busy with mother". "I suppose" her sister replied, mainly out of curiosity. Silently hoping her father had the measurements wrong. A few moments later, as both women viewed the finished effects inj the cheval glass, Lana was stunned into silence by the utter perfection of her younger sister. As she stared at Georgia, she was angry enough to realize that the only place the outfit was remotely snug, was on her bodice. Georgia had full upthrust breasts that were straining against the material of the double-breasted jacket. Unconsciously, Lana gazed down upon her own bosom, or lack thereof. Dark Knight & The Lady "What think you, sister mine? If I did not know better, I would think that father wants this courtship as much as the Duke does." Georgia mused. This was the perfect opportunity to remind her sister which one of them attracted the most beaux amongst them. " Perhaps father is eager to marry you off. After all, it is not everyday that a gentleman takes quite a fancy to you. Not that you are not pretty, but because you read far too much, men do not like bluestockings, and young ladies who have manly pursuits; like your interest in architecture and weaponry. They are highly unorthodox for a young woman gently bred." her sister admonished. "Nonetheless, any man who has confidence in himself, need not be threatened by my intellectual pursuits." "That type of gibberish will send any suitor running for the door, and mother into an apoplectic fit. You should be worrying about your needlepoint and outfits you usually wear, not act the little hoyden most of the time. Lana was on a roll, and had no intention. Georgia had other ideas and decided to shut her sister up. "Then I strongly suggest you keep the smelling salts close at hand for mother, Lana, because I fully intend to just be myself. If someone has a problem with that, then they can go stuff it." Georgia's vibrant violet eyes snapped with amusement, as she watched her sister bluster at her words. Georgia rolled her eyes heavenward then walked away. * * * That same evening, Geogia lay dreaming in her oversized canopy bed, the night breeze causing the sheer violet bed curtains to flutter gently. Though, her dream was anything but calm or gentle. Georgia was caught up in a tempestuous and absolutely delicious wave of newly awakened arousal. Even though she did not see his face in her dream, she knew who was seeking her body and spirit with gentle yet demanding hands. Her skin was like liquid fire as is strong fingers glided up and down her pliant body. It began at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, then down it went past her collar bone. Suddenly, her breasts were being lifted, and his warm breath touched the sensitive raspberry tips. As she arched her body into the warmth, it enveloped one of the hardened nipples...sucking and nipping it gently. Then the other aroused nipple was given attention in turn..causing fire to filter down into her womb. Slowly the man in her dreams slid his powerful hands down her body..gripping her waist gently...as his tongue licked down the same path..causing her body to arch more into the insistent mouth. Gently, his tongue circled around inside her navel. He growled softly as his desire mounted, yet controlled himself, knowing how innocent she was. Lower he went...until his warm breath touched the top of her love nest. Georgia's body began to quiver with fear and excitement, as she felt him inhale her soft scent. "Exquisite" she heard him whisper. He then placed a soft kiss upon her mons as if in worship...then he stopped reluctantly. Georgia sat straight up in bed, looking around her darkened chamber, her eyes automatically rested on the dying embers in the now-cold hearth. Perspiration rested on her forehead and brow. She blushed guiltily, thinking of the forbidden dream, for which she and Lord Devon were in the throws of passion. She never realized that he had beguiled her this way...so quickly. She realized that time did not always play a factor in two souls bonding...sometimes it is the recognition of fate that determines such things. After padding over to the cold stone hearth, and adding a few kindlings and logs to the fire, Georgia went back to bed..yet not really daring to fall asleep once more this evening.... * * * At the same time, Lord Devon was having the same dream as Lady Georgia was. His guilt different then hers however. He could control his dreams, though he let himself be swept away this time and with good reason. Devon knew full well what Georgia was experiencing exactly what he was doing in his dream. For, the first moment he had laid eyes upon her, he was enthralled by this little woman. Sure she was beautiful, but there was an earthy kind of innocence about her that so many jaded women of the ton always tried to imitate, but annoyed him. This woman here....was pure of soul...and fire inside her that needed to be ignited by the right man...and HE wanted to be that man. He knew full well that not just any man would be able to nuture that flame inside her and not feel threatened by it. A man would have to be confident in his own skin to be able to handle a strong woman. He wanted to...not possess her...but to be the one to introduce her to life. Thus began the dream of touching and exploring, even though it was callous of him to use his powers to seduce and suggest himself into another person's dream. * * * The morning of Georgia's rendez-vous with Lord Devon, she was pacing her boudoir and attacking her wardrobe. She searched endlessly for her new riding gloves, but could not keep her mind focused on the thought at hand. The soul occupant of that very thought, was none other than the Duke of Withermoor. Georgia's knees were turning to jelly over the thought that she will be in such close proximity with Lord Devon. On one hand, he frightened her with his quiet strength, on the other hand, his silver eyes melted her insides like molten lava. The sudden knock at her chamber door made Georgia jump. "Enter" was the only word she uttered, for she went back to ransacking her boudoir once again. Looking around the boudoir door, Georgia checked to see who it was. The Earl of Kent chuckled softly as he watched his daughter's disheveled hair spiraling wildly around her shoulders as she rummaged through her cabinet. "What.....Oh" Georgia blushed as she looked in the cheval mirror, her eyes widening in horror as she looked at her reflection. Her hair was wild mass of chestnut curls in her face, her eyes wide and bright in her agitation...and her cheeks pink with her embarrassment. Meanwhile, her father stood smiling indulgently at the foot of Georgia's four-poster bed. "Are you looking for these by any chance, lass?" Lord Kent asked his daughter, with her new gloves dangling from his fingers. "How did you know?" Her father held up the soft gloves with the pads of his fingers, and allowed them to swing to and fro. "Oh" His daughter' s fair cheeks beheld a becoming blush. "I suppose I was so nervous about my outing with the Duke. That was the biggest understatement he has heard all day, but decided to indulge her, knowing that she was as proud as she was noble. "Just be as you are my dove, I am positive he will be charmed by your wit and sense of humor" Lord Kent assured his daughter. " You mean he will be frightened off by my sharp tongue.." Her father was already gone from her chamber, although, his laughter could be heard down the corridor. Georgia was about to pick up her reticule when her governess came in to announce the arrival of Lord Devon. As Georgia passed by the looking glass once more, she shrieked as she was reminded of her wild witchy hair. She chuckled softly, deciding she didn’t have enough time to get her maid in here to fix her hair. Lady Georgia picked up her pearl and emerald hair combs, twisted her hair up into a french twist. "There, much better" leaving down a few curls on the sides of her temples. "Hurry now child, your mother is beside herself with the nerves, and your sister is fawning all over your young man..." "He is not my young man, he is simply taking me on a turn through Hyde Park. He has not asked me to marry him, or the likes thereof." Georgia bristled. "My my, aren’t we a bit prickly this fine morn. Did you not sleep well, my pet?" Elde asked with a gleam to her all-knowing eyes. Lady Georgia rolled her eyes at the old governess and nursemaid. Not many in Georgia's acquaintance would speak to her as her Elde did. She always detected some mischief or amusement in her nursemaid's wizened face. Her amber eyes always spoke volumes, just as much as her mouth did. Although, she was known for her second sight, Elde never abused that gift to her own vices. Georgia arrived at the family room, where she heard the voices of her sister and mother; both cackling over Lord Demon. She chuckled softly to herself, thinking how obvious some people can be when dealing with the opposite sex As she walked through the oak doorway, to announce herself discreetly, all eyes turned her way. Lord Kent smiled at his daughter as he approached her, taking her hand gently to escort her through the room. Devon watched as Lady Georgia was escorted by her father into the room, her eyes sparkling from even where he is standing. She is truly a vision in her violet velvet riding habit, that accuented her voluptuous figure. Her hair gleamed a glossy chestnut-auburn color, accuented by a jaunty velvet hat. White hot desire coursed through his veins as his silver eyes slid down to the tight bodice of her outfit...remembered how those full breasts filled his hands not long ago in their dream. Pushing the thought aside, mentally chastising himself for his lewd thoughts, yet he couldn’t help himself. Detaching himself from Lady Lana and Lady Sophia, the Duke approached Georgia. He nodded politely to Lord Kent in acknowledgment, then lifted Georgia's smooth hand and placed a warm kiss upon it. "Good morning, m'lady. I trust you slept well?" He asked her politely, yet realized what that question could imply to her. He could have kicked himself. Lady Georgia blushed slightly at his innocent remark, remembering her vividly erotic dream. Recovering quickly, she smiled at the Duke. "Good morning, your grace" she curtsied gracefully. Wanting to escape these two other females, he asked her. "Are you ready for our little drive in Hyde Park? Or do you prefer to remain here a bit longer" Not knowing she shared his same thoughts, she answered "Aye, let us be away now, m'lord, 'tis a glorious morning. I need the fresh air, it invigorates me deeply. "Goodbye father, I will return in one hour's time. Thank you for allowing me on this excursion today, I love you ." Kissing his cheek, they pair left the home. They did not, however, see the look of anger that came across the pinched face of Lady Lana, as they left. Standing at the oak framed window, she watched as her sister was assisted up into the carriage, his hands lingering on her sister's waist. Lana watched in jealousy at the pair looked into each other's eyes with new awareness for each other. Snickering slightly, Lana excused herself from her parents, slipped her black cloak around her shoulders, and made her way down to the stables. Saddling up a mare herself, Lana made sure no one was around, then slipped out of the stables. Twenty minutes later, Lana could see her destination. Arriving at the Dirty Dirk Inn on the outskirts of town, Lana tied her horse to a roughened pole where, she guessed, was a crude holding place for horses. Almost hesitating for a moment, Lana proceeded into the old dusty Inn. Closing the heavy door behind her, Lana kept her features hidden with the dark hood of her cloak for safety. Her cold blue eyes then scanned the smoke hazed room, scattered with oak tables and chairs, an old hearth against the west wall, and glass littered bar. Her eyes then came upon a man sitting at a corner table, she shuddered at his appearance; long black greasy hair, beady brown eyes, five-day beard growth, and missing teeth. His dark clothes were tattered and worn.....hm..perfect. Lana avoided looking around her, as she surely knew she was being watched out of curiosity by the other patrons of the ancient inn. She quickly made her way over to the table where the ruffian sat, slurping down his pint of ale. Lana cringed in disgust as the scruffy man belched loudly. She cleared her throat slightly. Looking up from his ale, the man looked her up and down, trying to see her face, but it was shadowed in her hood. "What d' you want wench. Come to gimme more ale, or come for a bit of bed thumpin'" he then guffawed, showing his multitude of his few remaining teeth, that were yellow. Lifting her chin slightly, Lana got right down to business, so that she could leave the rough inn quickly. "Listen good, I am not here for your pleasure, you lecher. I came to ask if you would like to earn 50 gold coins for a job I need done. Does that interest you...aye or nay?" Her tone leaving no room for doubt that this woman was serious. Putting down his dented ale mug, the rough man looked at the woman, and heard the determination in her voice. "I'm listen" "I want you to disfigure someone, badly. I don’t want you to kill her, but I want you to leave her pretty face marked up. Can you do that, or should I bring my gold somewhere else" she looked at him in all seriousness. For a moment, he hesitated. Not that the hadn’t killed before, or robbed someone for gold. This woman was obviously vicious and jealous of someone. "Who is this woman?" "Don’t ask too many questions, I will tell you what you need to know. She is by now, in Hyde Park with a man in a black and gold carriage, with a Ducal crest on the sides. Since it is nice outside, they will probably keep the carriage opened. This way, your assignment will not be so difficult.. She will be wearing a violet velvet riding outfit with a black hat. She has long curly chestnut-red colored hair, and violet eyes. By the small cross bow near your side, I can assume you are an excellent shot. Aim just to nick her face, but not to kill her. She is my sist..." Lana stopped herself from finishing. So this vicious wants her sister out of the way. He was almost certain a man was involved in this jealousy, but he did not question it. He needed the money, lenders were after him. "Right then, gimme the gold, and I will do it later". He went to grab the velvet coin purse, but Lana pulled back. "Nay, I want it done now, as they are riding in Hyde Park." She left no room for argument. "Get it done quickly, and there will be an extra 25 gold coins in it for you." Lana looked at him directly "And how am I to know you will give me the extra after the deed is done?" "I will be hiding nearby near the entrance to the park. When you are done, look behind the first bench near the entrance. A small black velvet bag will be there hidden underneath the bench. I do not want to know your name, nor will you know mine. Now I am leaving here, I will watch in my hiding place to be sure you do the job, if not, I will come back for my gold, is that understood?" With that, Lana left the inn quickly, without waiting for his reply. * * * Georgia smiled softly at Devon as their coachman steered the two-horse team of their carriage. Looking around her, Georgia noticed the various couples driving throughout the park, or even strolling side by side. Many people looked at them as they rode by, curious as to whom was woman with the Duke of Withermoor. Some smiled knowingly, some young debutantes lifted their chin in pretend indifference. Lady Georgia chuckled to herself at these pretentious people. Her vibrant violet eyes took note of the ancient trees scattered throughout the park, the tiny animals scampering about with their mates. She even watched a few children playing a game with rocks and marbles, joyously clapping their hands in abandonment. Lord Devon watched Georgia from the corner of his eye, awed at her wide eyed innocence and the perceptions of her surroundings. She did not fuss with her hair, or her riding habit, nor tried to play coy with him. She watched everything; the children, the animals, and even blushing delectably when she found him staring at her. This young woman was a welcome breath of fresh air, for this man who's past was pain-filled. He was interested in what she loved in life, what interested her, and how her mind worked. He was brought out of his thoughts when she spoke; "I was told that you were knighted eight years ago, by the King, when you rescued Princess Charlotte." Georgia smiled as she watched him. "Aye, we were all on a boar hunt that cold day. Princess Charlotte loved the thrill of the hunt, and insisted on attending with her friends. We all left on various routes to track down the boar. For some reason, Princess Charlotte got separated from the group, and we all heard a violent scream. I quickly followed the scream, and came upon the Princess on the ground, having been thrown from her mare. The huge boar was charging at her, and was about to gore her to pieces, when I quickly rode up beside it, and ran it through its head with my sword, killing it instantly. I was then summoned to see the King, and was knighted that day. Princess Charlotte dubbed me the Dark Knight, and that was eight years ago now" He chuckled softly. Usually able to sense danger around him, Lord Devon was too caught up in Georgia's lovely violet eyes, when a silver arrow whizzed passed him and nicked Georgia's soft delicate cheek. She shrieked in pain, and fell back onto the seat, hitting her head against the wooden back part. Blackness overtook Georgia, as the blow to the head, rendered her unconscious. Lord Devon's heart raced as the shrieking frightened the team of horses, sending the carriage careening forward in full speed. Torn between going after the attacker and tending to Georgia, Devon leaned over the beautiful young woman, ran his finger down her cheek. Blue light sparkled through the tips of his finger, healing the wound as his finger ran down her delicate skin, sealing it. Devon looked at her lovely face, as the scar vanished with the touch of his finger. He was more afraid of the blow to Georgia's head, as he stared at her. Yelling to the coachman to stop the damn carriage, Lord Devon became enraged at the attack of this innocent woman. Leaping out of the carriage, he looked around him, but only found other strollers of the park watching the scene, yet no attacker. Damn, he shook with fear. A dark flash of pain filled him as the passed came to his memory. Running towards the fallen carriage, The Duke of Withermoor ignored the saddened faces of the people surrounding the accident. He was approached at home by Lord Kent, informing him of the accident. He had pushed past the man, and ran until his lungs hurt. When he arrived at the scene, his beloved wife Demeria lay dead inside the overturned carriage, with their baby in her arms...dead also. Devon remembered falling to the ground, his head thrown back in anger and pain, and yelled at the top of his lungs. DEMERIA!!!! That day, he had buried his son and his wife...and his heart Coldness and bitterness had filled his soul from that day on....until years later...at a ball..he had laid eyes on a beautiful young woman of purity and strength...Lady Georgia. Now she lay unconscious..injured..His heart beat frantically as he watched her still face. He realized at this moment that he loved this woman, regardless of their short meeting. He would not lose another love..or he would surely snap in madness. His silver eyes darkened to hard steel, as he gently placed his hands upon Georgia's head, closed his eyes, and allowed a white heat to flow through him into Georgia. After a moment, she began to groan and come to. Her long lashes began to flutter softly. Lord Devon removed his big hands from her head, and stared into her soft violet eyes. "Wh....what happened. Ugh..my head feels as if it was split in two. All I remember is my cheek burning and I fell backwards" Georgia's eyes began to lose the glossiness. "Shh, m'lady. Please remain still...I need to check.." "Georgia" "What?" Lord Devon asked in confusion. Georgia smiled at him. They both chuckled softly, yet the darkness remained in the air around them. Lord Devon told Lady Georgia he would find out what happened, and made her promise him to rest and not worry. He smiled at her, yet inside..he knew he had to find the attacker. He could not .and WOULD NOT lose this woman when he just found her. Dark Knight & The Lady On the other side of Hyde Park, Lady Lana watched as her sister was struck in the face with the arrow, and smiled as she fell back into the carriage. She left the satchel of gold under the well used bench near the entrance, then departed for home, before anyone knew she was missing. She looked back for a moment as she watched the dirty man she hired, pick up the satchel and faded away into the park. She quickly left, not knowing that her sister would be none the worse for wear from the ordeal. * * * Entering her home, with Lord Devon beside her, Georgia greeted the Stewart with a slight smile. Her and Devon entered the drawing room, where she heard the voices of her parents. All eyes turned upon the couple as they entered. Georgia did not notice her sister in the window seat until she heard a tea cup and saucer crash to the floor. Hearing her mother gasp at the sudden sound, Lady Lana's eyes went to Georgia's face and noticed the lack of a mark. "Lana, are you alright, my dear" their mother asked the shaken woman "I uh...I...got a cramp in my arm. Sorry mother, I will clean it up" Lana bent down to the ground to hide the horror in her eyes. What is going on here, I seen the arrow strike her face, and the blood run. Is this some sort of trick. "Lana, leave it, let Jonis clean that up, you will cut your fingers." Her mother said as she noticed her hands trembling, mistaking it as nerves instead of the anger her daughter really felt raging through her. Lana masked her anger by plastering on a smile before she stood up and approached her sister and the Duke. "How was your ride in the Park. You both enjoyed your excursion I'm sure" "There was a bit of an accident, and the horses were frightened. I hit my head, but I seem to be fine now." Georgia stated shakily but managed to smile, so that her family would not worry. Lana watched as Lord Devon took her sister's hand and squeezed it gently. They both looked at each other and smiled with affection. Lana knew that she had to do something to end this, or she will lose her chance forever at being the Duchess of Withermoor, but knew she had to wait a while, or risk raising suspicions. * * * September 1785, Lord Devon, the Duke of Withermoor was looking over at ball he made at his Large Estate, most of the important peerage of the ton attended. He watched as Georgia's family mingled with the rest of the happy revelers, only one thing disturbing his otherwise great evening. Ever so often, he would catch Lana's cold eyes upon him. She would put on a fake smile for his benefit. He felt her emotions from where he stood, she lusted after him, but with a desperate obsessiveness. He avoided her gaze that evening from then on out. Looking down beside him, Devon's eyes softened as the lady of his heart stood by his side. In that moment, as if feeling his gaze burning into her, Georgia looked up into his loving eyes. Over the past few months, they had fallen in love with each other, and tonight, they will announce their engagement. Feeling beautiful in her dark blue velvet and silver trimmed gown, Georgia looked up into Devon's silver eyes, watched as they smoldered with love and desire. He looked so handsome in his black and white suit. His strong rugged face bespoke of his noble blood, and his lips held the promise of desire. Sighing softly, feeling a bit tired from last night, Georgia's mind wandered back to last night when Devon had snuck into her hearth lit chambers. Georgia relived the scene...Sitting upon the edge of her four-poster, the sheer violet bed curtains flowing around her, keeping in the warmth the giant hearth provided, Georgia was brushing out her long glossy chestnut-auburn hair, as a door opened silently. Looking around the curtains, she recognized Devon, as he approached. His silver eyes locked upon her violet ones, as her heart began to beat a bit faster at the hungry look in his eyes. Looking up from her sitting position on the bed, Georgia watched Devon kneel in front of her, taking the brush from her hair and setting it down upon the mahogany night stand. Arms on either side of her hips, Devon came face to face with her as he knelt, his big hands slowly coming up to cup her smooth face. Looking into his eyes, she watched as his eyes lightened to a liquid silver color just before his lips gently captured hers. His fingers caressed Georgia's face with gentleness, causing an inner fire to course through her in desire. "Georgia, I love thee. I would ask you this night, if you would consent to be my bride. I humbly beg you to marry this Dark Knight you see before you, and be his forever." his eyes were shining with the love of a man who's heart was finally healed by the true love of a woman. Biting her lip, Georgia had to suppress her emotions to not cry, yet a single tear slipped down her cheek as gazed up the man she loved. "Aye Devon, I will marry you. I would be honored to do so" "Nay, Georgia, 'tis I that is honored, for you have just healed my broken heart" Devon proclaimed as he placed one of her hands upon his chest, above his heart. Slowly he leaned into her, and captured her lips in a passionate explosion of love and desire. Leaning her head back, Georgia's body felt like molten lava, as Devon's sensuous lips trailed down her neck, gently tasting her tender flesh. His hands came up and slowly lowered the straps of Georgia's white satin nightgown, revealing her full upper breasts. Devon's lips trailed a path to her delicate collar bone..down her chest...his tongue gently lapping the tender skin of her cleavage, inhaling her soft jasmine scent. Her head fell back gently, and her arms supporting her body up, Georgia's full breasts thrusted up slightly, lowering the satin nightgown a bit lower, the material barely covering her hard little raspberry nipples. Devon's long tongue traced around each nipple, and suckling one into his mouth through the material. Georgia moaned in newly awakened desire, as her beloved suckled her nipples through her nightgown, tugging on them with his teeth. Lowering the nightgown, Devon's large hands ran down Georgia's arms, then slowly cupped her full breasts into his hands. Pressing them together slightly, he sucked both nipples into his mouth a bit harder, causing a line of liquid fire to streak down her belly. Lowering his head more, Devon released her full breasts to run his hands down her waist, as his tongue trailed down her navel..circling inside. Hungry for the taste of her, Devon inhaled Georgia's scent as his mouth lowered to her soft womanhood, he growled softly in arousal, as his primal side took over. Removing her nightgown totally, Devon laid it aside as his hands ran down her rounded hips, to her upper thighs. Parting them with his big hands, Devon licked each inner thighs in turn, taking his time, marveling at the sweetness of her skin. Running his hands up her inner thighs to her knees, her gently parted them more. Georgia moaned softly, arching her body in hot desire, as she felt Devon's warm breath upon her love nest, his thumbs gently parting her petals. Her eyes flew open in shock, as she felt his long hot tongue slide up between her folds, licking her sweetness. Squirming helplessly, Georgia felt his hands grip her hips and kept her still. Suddenly, she felt his mouth wrap around her little clit, suckling softly, as one of his fingers slipped slightly up inside her, causing her hips to thrust up on its own. His mouth stayed wrapped around her tiny womanhood, as his finger gently probed inside her, her walls gripping it with its tightness. Suddenly, Georgia felt a tightening deep inside her, as she arched her back, she cried out, orgasming into Devon's mouth, feeding him her sweet nectar, yet he continued until she lay exhausted after four orgasms, her clit pulsating. Devon then stood up, and looked into her eyes, lowered his britches. Georgia's eyes widened as he revealed his pulsating long shaft, as it stood proud in attention for her. "Please Devon, I need you inside me.." Without another word, Devon leaned onto the bed, wrapped both of Georgia's soft thighs around his waist. Not wanting to frighten her with what was to come, Devon made it as painless as possible. With one thrust, he plunged deep inside her, breaking past her hymen. As Georgia cried out from the shock and pain, Devon captured her lips to silence her cry. He stopped momentarily, to allow her to get use to his size as he filled her small entrance with his big shaft. After a few moments, the pain dulled into a slight burning, then the pain was replaced by pleasure. Her nails gripping his shoulders, Devon cringed slightly at the little claws in his back, yet it spurred his animalistic desire. Over and over, Devon plunged into Georgia, as her body arched in response. He bent his head to capture a nipple and nip it gently with his teeth, as he groaned out, his hot milk spilling deep inside her womb, overflowing her with his seed. At that same moment, Georgia dug her nails hard into Devon's shoulders as a huge orgasm overtook and shook her body, causing perspiration to lightly coat her forehead. Laying on his back, Devon took his bride-to-be into his arms, as they drifted into restful slumber. Coming out of her delicious thoughts, Georgia looked up to see a wolfish grin upon Devon's face as he read her thoughts. Blushing softly, she informed him. "I need to refresh myself, please excuse me a moment" she began to leave, but Devon stopped her. "Wait a moment, my love. Let us announce our engagement to the assembled guests, the evening grows late" he told he gently, yet she knew by the look on his face, why he wanted this night to hurry up and end. "That is fine, my sweet man" Devon cleared his throat and his voiced boomed out as he announced. "Please everyone, can I have your attention for a moment please. Lady Georgia and I would like to make a formal announcement." He waited a moment then said "Lady Georgia has granted me the honor of consenting to be my wife. We are to be married in three months time, on Christmas Eve. You are all will get your invitations at your homes post-haste to be formal, but we wished to inform you here this evening as well. Now, please continue and enjoy yourselves" Lord Devon then turned to his bride-to-be and placed a finger under her chin, raising her face for a butterfly kiss upon her soft lips. Even amidst the overwhelming cheering of the crowd, Lord Devon continued to kiss Georgia passionately, not noticing the red faced Lana exiting the ballroom and entering the ladies powder room. "Now, if you will excuse me my love, I am going to refresh myself now. I will be back shortly" Georgia glided past Devon as she said this, feeling his eyes on her body, relishing the sway of her rounded hips as she moved gracefully. Entering the ladies powder room, Georgia stopped in her tracks as she ran into her sister. "My apologizes Lana, I did not see you standing there" "Aye, I am sure you did not. You were probably too busy fantasizing how many ways the Duke will bed you this evening" Lana could no longer keep the maliciousness from her voice. Coming out of her momentary shock of her sister's crude words, Georgia backhanded her sister with a resounding smack, cutting her lip open. "How dare you! You vicious bitch! Do not ever belittle the love Devon and I have with your malicious words. Where is this coming from?" Lady Georgia's eyes snapped with violet fire as she confronted her sister, who had fallen to the floor when Georgia hit her. Straightening out her sapphire red velvet gown, Lana stood up, and stalked towards her sister, her blue eyes blazing with pent up rage. "How dare I? How dare I! How dare you for stealing Lord Devon away from me! He should have wanted to court me, not some ugly witch like you!" Lana raged on as she grabbed Georgia, gripping her hair, she tried to scratch her face, but Georgia was too quick, gripping her wrists. "Lana, Stop! Have you gone mad? Lord Devon was never yours, he has always wanted me from the beginning. Maybe through your arrogance and sheer stupidity, you thought every man wanted you, but he was different. He seen past that fake smile of yours and that all consuming jealousy." Georgia snapped back, her hair now in a wild curly disarray around her shoulders, a scratch marring her neck from Lana's nails. Hearing screaming and yelling from the ladies powder room, Lord Devon and Georgia's father caught each other's eye, and both ran in unison to the sound. There, both men found the women on the floor, rolling around in a fight. Devon ran to his fiancee, and grabbed her waist to haul her off of Lana, as the women's father grabbed the furious Lana; parting the ladies. "What in blue blazes is going on here?" Georgia's father's voice boomed out. Before Lana could speak, Georgia said with anger "Lana attacked me as I came in, claiming I stole Devon from her, said some foul things. I slapped her, and she came at me baring her nails to scratch my face, but caught my neck instead. She's gone mad I tell you." Georgia's chest was rising and falling quickly in her agitation. Devon wrapped his arms around Georgia to comfort her, his big body surrounding her. He refrained from lashing out in anger at Lana, as her father was already one step ahead. "Lana, you have shamed me this day. Never have I thought you were this malicious. The Duke has never expressed any interests towards you, only to Georgia. Gather your wrap and purse, we are leaving. I will determine what punishment you will receive when we get home, move it' Reassuring himself that his other daughter was alright, Lord Kent escorted his eldest daughter from Withermoor Estate, without another word. The solemn look upon his handsome face, sign enough of his hurt and disappointment with his daughter Lana. * * * Two days later , Georgia met up with her father in the breakfast room. He did not need to look up to know it was his younger daughter entering the room. "Hello dear Georgia, I trust you slept well?" her father asked as he read over some documents and contracts. "How did you know it was me?" "Well your mother walks heavy, and your sister is not here. Thus, it had to be you" he stated quietly. "Speaking about my sister, where is Lana? I have not seen her in two days" not that she was saddened by her absence. Hesitating a moment, her father set his papers down, and looked up into his daughter's face. "I sent Lana to live with your aunt Beatrice in the country for now, until she is taught better behavior." Georgia could plainly see the remorse on her father's face at what he had to do. " I cannot have people living in this home that will hurt anyone just to get what he/she wants" Lord Kent went back to reading his documents. "I understand father." Not wanting to keep reminding her father of the difficult thing he had to by banishing her sister. Georgia left the room, not seeing the solemn eyes of her father well up with unshed tears, then place his hands upon his rugged face. * * * Christmas Eve 1785, The morning of Lady Georgia and The Duke of Withermoor's wedding, both Noble Estates were in a joyous uproar with all the preparations and activities. Georgia paced her chambers in nervousness, as her old governess Elde watches silently from beside the giant hearth. Elde had had a dream last evening, a foreboding of something that was to darken this special day for her Georgia. She knew it had something to do with Georgia's older sister Lana, but was not certain what exactly it was about. Standing in front of the cheval glass, Georgia stood in her wedding gown. She smiled at Elde's handy work, it was spectacular. The bodice dipped into a heart shape, trimmed with white pearls, the sleeves fitted exactly to Georgia's arms to perfection, a snug waistline also trimmed in pearls and silver thread. Her wedding gown was a satin and pearl perfection, flowing down to the ground, and accented with a long train in the back. Her shiny chestnut-auburn hair set up in curls, intertwined in pearls, a few tendrils left to frame her beautiful face. On top of her head, sat a beautiful diamond crown, with a white sheer veil attached to hit, to cover her face until her new husband lifts it to kiss his bride. Slipping on her satin gloves and matching shoes, Lady Georgia was ready to depart for Westminister Abbey, where they are to be married in a half hour. As she was about to leave the chambers with Elde is tow, her old governess grabbed her arm gently. "Georgia, my dear, please promise me that you will stay near Devon at all times this day. I sense something is amiss here, and I want you to stay safe. It would surely kill me if something were to happen to my little Georgia." Elde stared into Elde's eyes, and knew something was wrong. Elde would never disclose anything she "sees" unless she was absolutely positive. "Aye I will, Elde, do not worry" She hugged her old governess and held her hand, together they walked outside to be escorted into the Ducal carriage and to the abbey. * * * At Westminister Abbey, the Duke of Withermoor paced back and forth in front of the church as he awaited Georgia. His soon-to-be father chuckled softly as he watched, remembering he did the same thing twenty-six years ago, when he married Georgia's mother. Music began to play softly as Devon's manservant nodded to him from the entrance to the Abbey; signaling Georgia's wedding party arriving at long last. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Lord Devon smiled brightly, relieved to see all will be well. As the music progressed, Lady Georgia's best friend Lady Addilia Montague, walked down the aisle first, as the maid of honor. Then two of Georgia's cousins followed suit; walking slowly but steadily down the aisle, as the little flower girl and ring bearer walked in front of them, tossing rose petals down the aisle. Finally, Lady Georgia emerged from the back of the Abbey...a vision of loveliness in her gown. Devon swallowed hard, as she watched his beloved walking down the aisle towards him. A soft sigh was heard throughout the rows of guests, as they set their eyes upon the beautiful bride. Inside, Georgia was a nervous wreck, as she watched two hundred pairs of eyes look upon her. Her father squeezed her hand reassuringly and held her tight. He had just made it down the aisle before the wedding started, so that he may escort her to her husband-to-be. Georgia looked up at her father and smiled her thanks at his reassurance. As Georgia and Lord Kent reached the altar, he placed his daughter's hand into the Duke's. As Georgia's father joined his wife at the front row, Georgia and Devon held hands, as the priest began the ceremony. Almost in a daze, Georgia barely heard the priest asking her questions as she looked into Devon's eyes. All she heard at the end was.. "Do you Lady Georgia of Kent, take Lord Devon, Duke of Withermoor, to be your lawfully wedded husband......." she did not hear the rest until Devon looked at her and nodded for her to answer... "Aye, I do" As the priest spoke again, Georgia was so delirious with happiness that she nearly missed the priest pronouncing them man and wife. Lord Devon lifted Georgia's veil, and whispered softly to her "I love you my Duchess" then he kissed her softly to seal their vows. Georgia looked down to feel the heavy coolness of the golden band on her left hand. She looked up into his eyes and spoke softly back to him "I love you too, my Dark Knight". The priest's voice boomed out suddenly "MAY I INTRODUCE THE DUKE AND DUCHESS OF WITHERMOOR". As the cheer resounded from the hundreds of guests, a single figure broke from the chaos. Before anyone knew what had happened, a silver dagger rose through the air, slashing down upon the new bride, impaling her stomach with the long blade. Crimson flooded the bride's white gown, as she cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor. In another instant as Lord Devon turned to his bride, the blade flashed through the air again, imbedding itself into the upper chest of the Duke of Withermoor, causing him to fall back, and fall to the ground.