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Author: Naughty_jana
Title: Robin Robin Introduction
Elias
The sun was just setting over the horizon as the shadowy figure dashed
through the well kept grounds, past the guard tower toward the forest.
She didn't even look back as several of her uncle's hunting dogs started
to bay behind her, she just tugged her heavy hood up over her head and
ran on.
The air tasted wet and misty from the rain, and soon her hair clung to
her forehead in damp, heavy strands. When she reached the lake, she
crouched down behind the trunk of a moss covered tree and listened
carefully, panting. Several minutes past before she crept cautiously
over the pebbled covered river bank, pulling her heavy russak from her
slim shoulders.
"I wont do it!" Her voice echoed through the room. "He is old, Uncle! I
will not be content to spend my days keeping house for a man that is
twice my age!" Her green eyes flashed in anger under long lashes and she
faced him defiantly. "The man is an ass!" She was shouting now, spitting
the words out like venom. The servants scurried from the room, well
aware of her temper.
Her uncle watched the servants flee and sighed. Confident and
opinionated, just barely settled in her nineteenth year, his niece was a
force in her own right. She could argue like a man. She was well read,
an expert rider, and very good with a sword. He frowned slightly. He had
done her a disservice by allowing her to run wild and unchecked. During
his long and frequent absences, her tutelage had remained in the hands
of his Steward, a brilliant estate administrator with little experience
raising young ladies.
Elizabeth felt like she was going to suffocate. Marriage? She would
surely die, whittling away the hours embroidering, forced to listen to
the idle gossip of the many empty headed ladies that populated her
class. "Please, Uncle!" She begged, her eyes filling with angry tears.
In the end, it didn't matter; a wedding date was set.
Under the cover of darkness she began the task of shedding the life that
was to be forced on her, as she stripped off her clothing. Opening her
russak, she pulled out a small dagger and set it on the ground before
wrapping strips of stiff cloth tightly around her bare chest. Slipping
on the the linen shirt and wool hose, she smiled briefly as she took in
her own reflection. She stared for a few moments before picking up the
dagger again. Gripping the knife with grim determination, she cut her
long hair, watching the final pieces of her former life drift slowly to
the ground.
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The boy ambled along, eating an apple he had stolen from the marketplace
moments before. His leather shoes scuffed against the road as he made
his way to the outskirts of the village, and he hummed softly to
himself. His face was smudged with dirt and he wore the simple clothing
of an apprentice, or young squire. He looked no older than fourteen, his
tousled blond hair damp with sweat, his defiant green eyes flashing
under long lashes, his slim frame casting a long shadow on the ground
below.
Stopping to adjust his pack on his slim shoulder, he looked up at the
wooden marker that marked the way to Northhumberland. Adjusting his pack
once more, Elias pulled another apple from his sleeve and bit into it,
the juice running down his chin as he walked.
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