White Swan, Queen of Rogues

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Young Lady White

Born of landed gentry in a place far away, to a clan of much renown and of great political sway, to live the life of privilege, of pleasure and gayety, a great beauty, smart and pretty, bright and witty, even fey.

Fourteen summers the young beauty be, at her doting mothers’ absolute decree, as the only girl-child with five elder brothers, since birth, white is her color in always, she must agree.

At a special dinner, then a grand ball, She spied a most handsome young lord, very tall, yet she the lass of fourteen and he nineteen, her mother not happy with her, not at all.

The young Lord quite striking and rife, she knew his parents already seeking him a wife, this thought, this idea on this special day, caused our Lady White much strife.

He the fifth son of a fifth son, by five years her senior, this not done, the only son of a powerful landed warlord, she caught his eyes, he did her shun.

He as she, destined for a political pairing, with suitable wife or husband, their family’s declaring, not for each other, no, no, no, our Lady White at this most despairing.

Her brothers too impressing that such a notion, such a tryst at her age would cause a great commotion, until her debutante ball, they say all, she needs to wait, then a suitable chosen mate she must give her devotion.

His sisters too, most caring for their only brother, inform him that he need seek an older mate, some other, one of suitable age and post, many already wishing to wed, and waiting for the young Lord to choose another.

Year by year, our Lady White watched and mourned, but saw her young lord by maiden unadorned, no lady on his arm, no woman’s presence to discern, by this thought, she was mostly warmed.

Year by year, this now one-two-three-four-five, she to a lady now transformed, and very alive, her hopes of a meeting with the Lord, be it even fleeting, all her thought, her hope, her wishes, strive.

As the year, the month, the week is almost due, the day of her maturity, of her public debut, her age most suitable for marriage, to be a wife, she hoped she wished, she prayed, he sees her true.

She wanted most ardently that the young Lord, would book all her free dances, he would her hoard, she further prayed, he would like her a little, as long as she would not be ignored.

She denied all the young men sent by her kin, to seek her favor, her heart to win. She saw no other than her young Lord spied him there that day, but he looked thin.

She worried greatly that he may be ill, seeing him rebutted all advances, she went chill. Is aught wrong with her young Lord, something untoward? No matter, he was the only one for her still.

Debutant

The most joys of nights, this her debutante ball, she felt depressed, decided that she need to do something daring, him to impress. She determined to allot all her time, all her effort into this quest, she would invest, not to rest, as she obsessed, a plan to develop she expressed and focused on this as if possessed.

She needed a way, a means, a plan to catch the Lord of her heart, an idea, a strategy, a path to success, such she needed to compare. To catch the eye of her young Lord would need to be achieved most smart, conceding, this proceeding needing speeding for her succeeding, to chart.

A simple plan, an idea, a notion she schemed, she then conceived, centered on showing comely in a gown of red most simple, she believed, but wanting to present unique, different, this needing to be achieved, avoiding all, preparing for the next ball, she in thrall, distractions now aggrieved.

Our White Lady’s quest center entire need be a simple campaign, as she perceived this her final desperate chance, her young Lord to gain. If he did not wish her company then, all further effort she would abstain, then her mother a suitor to assign, of good bloodline, she then not to decline.

She had the gown made, this to cover her all, showing her most chaste, gloves, stockings, and boots all matching in red, made well, but with some haste. She thought to be bold, for her hair to fall, her family foretold, most aghast. Her mother forbade, and she a bonnet must wear to hide her hair. She defied but was denied all red unless the hood and bonnet her hair does hide.

At the next ball in a great house, she now in her gown of red, danced with no other, not even at the insistence of her dad. She politely but firmly refusing audience, with any other, short and tall, she is in a bother. Seeking, hoping, praying, willing, her young Lord be there, without another.

She attends all coming’s and passing’s, eventually spying the man of her want, entering the dance hall with none on his arm, but showing tired, depressed and gaunt. To catch his eye, to be seen, she needs to do without wanting flaunt, this opportune stirring, not occurring, she then incurring, for waiting, her own bitter self-taunt.

Thus, she decided most boldly to step in the direction, of her intended beau, hoping mayhap the Lord would spy her progress, notice, she for him all aglow. To catch his eye, once or twice mayhap even, his time to her bestow, for her to know, if he could grow, to love her so, she now tensed as a bow.

Her stepping, her gliding most elegant, as well-timed appearing just right, maintaining her sight on him, avoiding all other on this special night. A final desperate and bold action would be so needed, to gain her Lord’s sight, avoiding all, lest her quest be guessed by another guest, this her fright.

Emboldened and nerved much, by this her very great act of desperation, she spotted a place to converge, for a chance meeting a good location. This her endplay for the Lord of her want, seeking an incidental configuration. Her stepping unsure, almost to detour, she insecure, causing her agitation.

Then the nonce to act; as if by accident, as if by chance or through fate, she falters, she missteps, she stumbles, almost to fall, this in his very sight. Her elbow then caught, by his strong-strong hands, to her greatest delight, as if by chance, by hap stance, nay, by her plan devised for this very night!

Our young Lady White in red, showing startled at her plight, much as if surprised, the young Lord steadying her then with a strong hand, most civilized. He maintained her arm in his hand, he too appearing most surprised, she devised, to show her boldness undisguised, looking directly into his eyes; and the young Lord advised;

My fine Lady White, you are ending my blight, we so meeting tonight, five winters and more, do I adore, you from a distance most sore, not having a chance, to garner a debutant dance or even a close glance, I have admired thee, from a distance I decree, but you appear never free.

My longing for thee, since your age of ten and three, appeared not to be, longing for five more years, these causing me fears, bringing me to tears, no other have I seen, in the time between, only you, my white young queen, now perchance, we may seek romance, if you allow me so boldly to advance.

She startled at his expression, this more than she hoped, she lost her tongue, this not expected, wanted, hoped, never occurred with other to her, none. She peered at her hand, this now in his, slowly lifted to his lips, this her to stun, there bestowing a kiss, she in utter bliss, he not remiss in this but a fine gentle-son.

Once this occurred, he then offered to seek with her private discourse, she agreeing, she wanting, demanding such, of course, of course, of course. Separating hands, they stepped to find a private place, for their concourse, there amassed time passed rapidly, their mutual feelings in this each, there to endorse.

Standing apart, entranced in each other’s presence, by proper distance separated, ensued a fine conversation most pleasant, most interesting, as most animated. Conversing about, the here and the now, this and that, both by this captivated, our Lady White in red, related her slight, divulged her plight, his answer she awaited.

Our Lord showed compassion, hearing her confession, offered in this session, he admitted to be smitten, some much as to sicken, his heart now to quicken. As he recalled well, how he first fell, into her spell, a desire he could not quell, speaking of ‘his’ lady white, on that first bright night, of him, her his first sight.

At hearing this, his hand she did kiss, speaking her bliss. He asked her a boon, to marry him soon, and promised her the moon, she started to swoon. Consent my Lady White, end my plight, agree to become my wife this night.

She hesitated not, the young Lord speaks what, she most wished to be, not expected this night, not even this season, to hear this his plea, she hesitated a while, not of doubt, but surprise, now to heartily agree, hands to link, naught more to bethink, hearts in sync, this a decree.

The mothers two found them away from view, demanded to know what this meant, what is askew. Both young Lord and Lady White showing egregious but no remorse asked, plead demanded to agree to their charted course.

Without knowing, the two so spoke, hands linked, the mothers two this saw and blinked. So they spoke, to represent their want to the fathers both, succinct.

Wedding

Then came the time of preparation, both families being of high station, many invited, all excited and delighted, none forgot, not one. This time of waiting, for both most grating, agitating, awaiting their integrating, this time they did survive, no one their joy could or would take, for the day to arrive.

At the church of the Anglican, on the arm of her mighty as proud lord father, stepped the Lady White most radiant, like 35 summers past, once her mother. Sparkling in a gown of pure white with diamonds, used such also by her maternal grandmother, the future to be White Swan, they lady most fair, showed like before her no other.

He beholding she, his wife to be, he, smitten again, their future rife, eldest sister to scold, needing to be told, breath not to hold, such to cause him strife, for his Lady White, his emotions bright, at her very sight, full of life, so to be adjoined, both filling a void, family’s most joyed, now together lord and wife.

Their bridal gift, this from parents both to them presented, to travel the old country to learn and thus be oriented, a gift they greatly liked and were both well contented, together to study as husband and wife, this most unprecedented.

And thus, they came to Cambridge to study, the Lord of Wealth, the Lady White of beauty; to meet the Bloody Lord so utterly, much different from them, most dastardly.

Bloody Lord Huntington

The encounter that caused umbrage for them with the Bloody Lord, he unthoughtfully divisively a punishment this utmost untoward, punishing our Lady White in his private study with a banded cord, this hearing our young Lord livid with rage as such abuse of his adored.

She, the lady proper, did supervise our young lords’ manner, reminding him well that he is both a fighter as a planner. Heeding him to allow time to complete their studies, … for her, he vowing that this slight, to his young wife, will cause strife, thus all to defer.

Our young Lord ingenious still furious, wanting the bloody Lord injurious, in time, they developed a plan, this by their hand, with the aid of their band, their compatriots of eight, a prank they did create, now seeking a date, to have solution for their retribution for the Bloody Lords destitution, this now slated, the Bloody Lord to be humiliated, and most grievously aggravated.

Their comrades true and bold, in the scheme, fully enrolled; he now foretold, a scheme most daring, all so declaring, prank the Bloody Lord they all rearing, for our Lady White to have on, a costume of a White Swan, for them to knock on.

To go about to act out, the Bloody Lord to rout, for them to be all without a doubt, six needed for the ball, four servants in all, and two masked as guests to enter the hall. The itching powder prepared, this when aired, to have the Bloody Lord greatly impaired. For their plan to enact, our Lady White Swan to distract, with the Bloody Lord, need to interact.

All readied with the night upon them, seeking to condemn, the Bloody Lord in his estate, our band of brothers, all readied and attired as others, arrived at the estate’s grand gate, to pass through, as one would allow a lord and lady to do, to come to the event a little late, making a show, all eyes to bestow, the Lady White Swan from the carriage to exit aglow.

The Bloody Lord, most bored, immediately beset the Lady White Swan, as a Don Juan, as dope, he seeks to grope, in the hope with the Lady to bed to elope; she could not cope. Our Lady most deplored, asked him to stop; her pleas he ignored, continued to be untoward, to find reward, as our young Lord, with a fist to the nose him scored, the Lord now in discord, and bloody indeed!

The Bloody Lord fell to the floor, a token from the Lady to score, the bag of dust she wore, in the falling, his nose throbbing, the dust flowing, causing all coughing, the Lord hollering, nose red aglow, showed much blood flow, for the Lord a tantrum to throw to screech and crow, kill those, kill those, who so hit my nose, bring me the head of LAdy White Swan, so I may her expose.

None saw the act of the impact, but many saw the Lady White Swan with a mask of feathers adorned, to backtrack, running from there, chased by men of brawn, a chase ensued, they pursued, her young Lord shrewd, an evasion construed, they to hide, in the forest aside, their time to abide, their followers so denied!

The Bloody Lord enraged, a search he staged, the Lady White Swan to be caged, no passage away, from Cambridge this day, all need to stay, his men all women to survey. Yet, our young Lord and Lady White Swan, disappear in the forest on the morn, not to be seen again as if by wind away born. The Bloody Lord shared, a high price in gold on the Lady White declared, alive to be sure, but she needs to be bared.

Escape

Yet the Bloody Lords lectures way, infected his loin with pox now does pay. The sickness erupted, his mind corrupted, his influence disrupted, the Bloody Lord Huntington into a house of infected directed now unprotected by his once friends connected. And so ended the Bloody Lord’s reign, by the might of a gloved fist, a powder and a simple but ingenious plan.

The Lady White Swan, still most sought for the high reward, a record, not seen again in English lands, but not ignored. She continues her good deeds, in lands abroad, the Lady White Swan and her Lord.

In time, they developed a plan, this by their hand, with the aid of their band. The compatriots of eight, a prank they did create, now seeking a date, to have a solution for their retribution for the Bloody Lords’ destitution. This now slated, the Bloody Lord to be humiliated, and most grievously aggravated.

Our Young Lord most ingenious, still furious, wanting the Bloody Lord injurious, his comrades true and bold, in the scheme fully enrolled; he now foretold. A plan most daring, all so declaring, prank the Bloody Lord they all rearing, for our Lady White to have on, a costume of a White Swan, for them to knock on.

To go about to act out, the Bloody Lord to rout, for them to be all without a doubt, six needed for the ball, four servants in all, and two masked as guests to enter the hall. The itching powder prepared, this when aired, to have the Bloody Lord greatly impaired. For their plan to enact, our Lady White Swan to distract, with the Bloody Lord, need to interact.

All readied with the night upon them, seeking to condemn, the Bloody Lord in his own estate, our band of brothers, all prepared and attired as others, arrived at the estate’s grand hall. To pass through, as one would allow a lord and Lady to do, to come to the event a little late,

Making a show, all eyes to bestow, the Lady White Swan from the carriage to exit aglow. The Bloody Lord, most bored, immediately beset the Lady White Swan, as a Don Juan. Like a dope, he seeks to grope, in the hope with the Lady to bed to elope; she could not cope.

Our Lady most deplored, asked him to stop; her pleas he ignored, continued to be untoward, to find reward, as our young Lord delivered with hist fist and on the nose the Lord scored, sending him into discord! The Bloody Lord fell to the floor, a token from the Lady to score, the bag of dust she wore.

In the falling, his nose throbbing, the dust flowing, causing all coughing, the Lord hollering, bring me the Lady White, to ease my plight. His nose red aglow, showed much blood flow, for the Lord a tantrum to throw to screech and crow, kill those, kill those, who so hit my nose, bring me the head of lady white so that I may expose her to my blows.

None saw the act, the impact, many saw the lady white react, to backtrack, the White Swan, with a mask upon, running therefrom, chased by men of brawn. A chase ensued, they pursued, her young Lord shrewd, an evasion construed. They hide, in the forest aside, their time to abide, their followers so denied! The Bloody Lord enraged, a search he staged, the Lady White Swan to be caged.

He demands, no passage away, from Cambridge this day, all need stay, his guards and soldiers all young women to survey. Our young Lord and White Swan, now gone, absconded on a carriage by horse-drawn. In London town, the White Swan changes her gown, parades but guard and solider unknown, making the Lord look like a Clown. Their escape was stressful but successful.

The bloody Lord sickened, stricken by pruritus, abandoned by all, jailed for treason in the fall. The Lord inturred, blames the firebird, seeks to have his sentence deferred, but the Queen’s wrath he has incurred. In time his speech is slurred, doctors concur, he is absurd. They order him transferred to an Asylum, disturbed. Ten years he lingers, in madness fingers, unknown, by order of the throne, hung, drawn and quartered, alone.

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