Stalking a King Chapter 13
A HUGE THANK YOU to @shae-annelore for the gorgeous title image. I absolutely love it!!!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
Historical AU, Historical Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Angst, Sexual Tension, Bathing, Smut, Oral Sex (F&M receiving), Loss of Virginity, Wedding Night
Lisabet is a high-born Lady of Orleans, France. When King Henry V conquers her city, taking her brother hostage along with other nobles, she vows to be revenged upon the foreign invader and rescue her brother. Dressed in boys clothing she hopes to escape notice in Henry’s camp, but the English King has a much more perceptive eye than she anticipated.
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“Was ever other man so cursed as I? What was my sin that heaven saw it fit to lay upon me for my punishment a sister as unnatural as you?” Phillipe moaned as he and Lisabet steered their horses through the trees.
“I told you you could stay behind in camp,” Lisabet shrugged her shoulders, easily ignoring her brother’s insults after years of hearing similar complaints. “I need you not to play nursemaid to me.”
“If I did let you wander so from camp, your husband soon would take from me my head!”
Lisabet rolled her eyes at his overreaction. Phillipe had always been overly cautious for her tastes. After all, what were they really doing wrong? The small collection of tents they were riding towards was barely half an hour’s ride behind the main army. It was only a technicality that separated the women from the soldiers that visited them. Henry, being as he was a Godly King, could not officially condone having ladies of ill repute in his retinue. If, on the other hand, they chose to follow closely at the heels of his army so that an industrious soldier could drop back and pay them a call, that was their own business.
It had taken the length of his breakfast to convince her brother to go along with her plan to speak with the camp followers. Phillipe had been horrified, of course, but she had been prepared for that. In point of fact, his discomfort with the very idea had been worked into her strategy. Once she began expounding on why she wanted to talk to them and what, precisely, she was hoping to learn, he had been so red faced and anxious to make her cease that he would have agreed to anything.
Not waiting for him to change his mind, Lisabet had grabbed him by the wrist as soon as he began to weaken and dragged him to his tent. Once there, she had rifled through his belongings until she had found a suitable change of clothes for herself. It felt good, she smiled, to be in boys clothing once more. Dresses might be beautiful, and she loved dancing and promenading in them, but a tunic and hose were far more convenient for travel.
Phillipe had complained the entire way as she mounted Argos and led him back through the ranks of Henry’s troops, but he had gone along on his own brown stallion. With a hat pulled low over her brow, Lisabet managed to go mostly unnoticed. After a week of constant “you Highnesses” it was a relief to escape for a short period of time into relative anonymity.
It was easy enough to slip through the rear line. Henry paid his men well, and up until recently had been a good tempered if demanding commander; there was no fear of desertion amongst his forces, not when battle was not anticipated at any rate. In addition, Phillipe seemed to be known to many of those they passed, as he was greeted with nods, salutes, or pleasant greetings. Lisabet was simultaneously happy for her brother that he seemed to have blossomed under Henry’s patronage and irritated that Phillipe should so benefit at the hands of the man who was presently the cause of all of her problems.
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