Purified Orchid By Bug & Anastasia
Chapter 2: Choice & Coronation
"So, what shall it be, Lady Megan? You have 5 minutes to decide, otherwise your father won't be the only one joining him in the pillars." Brian and Chris were suddenly grabbed and put in the same thing before they even had the chance to react.
"What the hell, let go," Brian demanded, as did Chris. "Yeah, let us go, you jerks. This ain't fair,"
Dark Knight chuckled before taking Meg's hand into his. She never felt so small in her life. "5 minutes, milady, I'll be waiting by my steed for your answer," he said coolly for placing another cold kiss on her petite hand as he turned to go back to his horse.
"I agree!" Megan instantly shouted without hesitation.
"What?! No, Meg, run away!!" Chris shouted, trying to squeeze through the bars.
"Believe me, we're not the kind of family worth taking such risks for!" Brian shouted, equally shocked, and at that very moment received a painful blow to the head from one of the Black Knight's henchmen.
"Don't you dare mock my family!" Meg said, almost in tears. "Leave them alone, I agree to everything!"
"No, we'll pay the money! Don't touch Meg!" Brian shouted, fighting through the headache, with his last ounce of strength, "Peter, why are you so quiet?! Your daughter is in real trouble!"
"He's unconscious," Chris explained, with a look of hopelessness.
Meg calmly approached The Black Knight as the dark man looked down as she did in return, bravely in the eyes that she was serious (though she wasn't sure due to the Knight's helmet and wasn't her big eyes he was looking down at either). Taking a deep breath, she offered her hand to him as she played the part, "My Black Knight, I humbly accept your proposal to be your Princess," she announced as the Black gentleman lifted her onto the saddle into his lap as she calmly accepted the nosegay of roses as he held her by the waist slightly tight against him. "You thought well, Milady," he whispered as he nodded to the servants to let Brian and Chris free and to take Sir Griffin to the medic area. The announcer declared for everyone to arrive at the royal fair courtyard for the coronation.
“Thank you, I know,” Meg said, still trying to appear as confident and calm as possible, although she was terribly nervous.
"You will be my most precious reward for all the duels I've ever fought," the Black Knight whispered in that same terrifyingly velvety whisper, stroking Meg's hips and slowly moving up to her chest. Meg slapped his palm one last time, mentally on the verge of hysteria.
"Control yourself, Black Knight; the crowd is watching, and children are present. You'll want to set a good example, would you now?" She whispered back in slight sarcasm/warning. They continued riding along as the Dark Knight's arm tightened a bit around her waist, pushing her closer against his cold, armored body.
"That's true, but they're not here right now..." The Black Knight playfully ran his fingers along her thighs. "And besides, I need to hold you very, very tightly so you don't accidentally fall off the horse."
"I can manage that perfectly well on my own," Meg replied just as confidently (And that was absolutely true. She had been riding horses for two years thanks to her grandparents who paid for lessons and loved crossing the endless expanses on horseback. She perfectly remembered how free she felt then and now recalled that time with longing. Thanks to these playful remarks, she suddenly felt more confident. "Give me the reins, I'll show you some real skill."
"I don't think we should do this now," the knight whispered ominously, pinching Meg painfully from behind. She didn't protest, but fear returned. "He's afraid I'll try to escape," she thought. ("Oh, my God, Meg, keep your mouth shut. There's no point in trying to prove your strength to a man like him. You're a toy to him.") Her eyes watered again.
"We're coming," the Black Knight said shortly, and a loud fanfare deafened Meg. Tinsels rained down from everywhere. The people seated at the enormous table greeted the victor, raising their glasses.
"Long live the Black Knight! Glory to the victor!" they shouted joyfully.
In Meg's eyes, they looked like trained monkeys, so obedient and docile, long since tamed. If it had been anyone else in the Black Knight's place, they would have greeted him in exactly the same way... And if it had been any other girl in her place, the Black Knight would have treated her in the same way. She's not a special girl to him; there's no point in expecting him to take pity at the last moment, kiss her tenderly on the lips, and nobly release her from this mad mess. No! She's all alone in the clutches of this beast, whose seed might very soon enter her... These thoughts brought even more tears to Meg's eyes.
And the noise from all sides made her nervous and tremble even more.
"Stop doing that," the Black Knight said, somewhat more gently, and squeezed Meg's shoulder with one hand. "They're looking at us. Stop shaking."
"What difference does it make? They're all interested in you; they don't care about me." Meg's mouth didn't obey her brain.
"I'd say otherwise, Lady Megan," he replied before dismounting his steed, and Meg reluctantly took his hand to help her down. In front of them was a long, deep crimson carpet leading up to a magnificent carved throne fit for a Knight to become a King. Next to it was a smaller one that looked similar to a little bench that Meg assumed would be her seat next to him. Crowds gathered from left to right to watch the coronation. Two women approached Meg, holding something she realized was a beautiful sparkling veil covered in tiny diamonds. "A coronation veil for a lovely princess, by the Black Knight's insistence for the coronation."
"A coronation veil for a lovely princess, by the Black Knight's insistence for the coronation," one of them said to Meg, who realized was Maiden Madeline was the Black Knight's former girlfriend? She was a tall, elegant woman with an hourglass figure wearing a beautiful blue and white dress with a lovely cap and lacey veil. She had long, soft Goldilocks hair and big, doe brown eyes. The woman next to her had a pear-shaped figure, wearing an emerald green and white dress similar to hers, had long curly red hair tied in an elegant, messy side braid, big emerald eyes, pale skin covered in dusted with lovely freckles all over. Mike would soon learn her name is Lady Annette, 'another of the Black Knight's admirers'.
Before Meg could say anything gently took off her little pink cone hat, replacing it with the beautiful veil that reached past her bosom. The Black Knight offered his arm as the trumpets began to play, and Meg reluctantly took it as the two began to calmly walk down the aisle towards the awaiting throne, the announcer stepping out holding a pillow holding two crowns.
"Crowns for Their Majesties!" the footman announced solemnly.
"Queen, take your crown first," the Dark Knight whispered. Meg obediently took the small, glittering crown and carefully placed it on, so as not to snag her veil.
"Sir, remove your helmet; it will be awkward to place the crown on..." the footman suggested, a little nervously.
"Shut up! Don't tell the king what to do," the Black Knight replied and placed the crown directly on his helmet, and to keep it from falling, he placed it on his horn. This made him look, frankly, terribly uneasy. But the "monkeys," as Meg dubbed them, were very afraid of the "king's" wrath, so no one even giggled.
Even the jesters, people in bright clothes and with bells all over their bodies, huddled in fear, not wanting to ring until the Black Knight gave permission.
To ease the tension, the announcer stepped in, "Hear Ye, hear ye, We have our King and Queen of the Renaissance! Let the celebration begin!" The crowd began to cheer and applaud as flowers and tinsel were tossed from the towers into the air, raining down in beautiful rainbow colors and silver shining in the sunlight!
The crowd applauded loudly and cheered. Meg, for the sake of her family, kept calm and quiet as she took her seat next to the Black Knight, now King. In the distance, she could see Brian and Chris from behind the crowd, watching with worried expressions on their faces. She made a hand sign that said she'll see them soon, as Brian gave a nod in understanding as the celebration activities began!
Throughout the celebration, there were jesters doing magic tricks, acrobats tumbling, and minstrels playing many songs with people doing traditional folk dancing jigs, morris dancing with bells and sticks. It was all entertaining to say the least. When the performers played love songs, Meg had to reluctantly dance with the Black Knight, playing her part as the new queen. There were so many times she wanted to slap that arrogant Knight's hand away whenever his hand traveled down from her waist giving her bottom a good squeeze making her let out a embarrassing gasp or squeak in embarrassment that silently made her anger boiling inside, but she knew his men were watching with a snap of his finger he could lock up Brian and Chris again and who knows what he could do with her mom who had her baby brother Stewie she had to protect them.
Being pressed against his chest, she felt him lean down to nuzzle her neck, smelling her lovely perfume, enjoying it, letting a soft growl in lecherously while his hot breath smelled of the expensive wine he'd been drinking throughout the celebration.
"Aren't you a bit tense, my queen? Relax," the Black Knight said, slightly drunk, pinching her buttocks again.
"What are you saying, Your Majesty? I'm enjoying myself here..." Meg managed a grimace of joy. "I've honestly never been the queen of the ball before."
And frankly, she would have preferred it never to have happened than what was happening to her now.
"You've become very obedient..." the knight mumbled with a hint of annoyance, clearly starting to tire. "I like you less when you act that way..."
For a moment, Meg genuinely rejoiced. It seemed she was doing everything right. If she stopped being stubborn and gave in to the Black Knight's every whim, he would likely tire of her and let her go with her family, and then the Black Seed would never... Meg was afraid to even think about it. And it wasn’t so much the eccentric fortune teller who told her about dark magic and other things that now, when she remembered them, seemed like nonsense to her, but the fact that she herself didn’t want this. All her life, she tried to please everyone, tried to establish contact with people, sometimes doing a lot for them to the detriment of herself... but not intimate intimacy! Even when she was little, she came to the conclusion that true love is real. This is the only thing that she was not prejudiced against; she lived by this thought, and it gave her strength. She guarded her virginity, striving for something truly special and did not want to give it to this arrogant and vile upstart for anything.
The celebration continued into the evening of golden hour as the sun began to set into the horizon, pink, purple, and red. Meg sat quietly at her spot next to the king (he was thankfully not there for the moment, having gone to the bathroom to freshen up for the feast), leaving her some peace for now. She took a sip of sparkling cider that tasted like strawberries and rhubarb. She watched the cooks and workers prepare for the evening feast. A new event that few get to attend with good money and a high social status at the fair. The pleasant smells and scents of roasted pig, chicken, smoked salmon, wild quail, mutton chops, and even a roasted turkey served with spice, sauces, breads and bacon, fruits, cheese, and veggies (they're all going out on the history and ethics have for a medieval banquet), serving drinks of ale, wine, pies, custard tarts, ginger cakes, pears stewed in wine, marzipan, and candied nuts, and fruits, there were also a few modern foods there as well such as pastas, soups and salads and nonalcoholic punch and cider. There was a beautiful 4-layer cake of dark chocolate and red velvet- made with cream cheese frosting decorated in beautiful deep red and soft pink roses with baby's breath, with whole made marzipan figurines of a dragon and a castle, with the toppers being a knight and princess holding hands together. (To be honest, it is slightly disturbing to Meg how much it looked like a wedding cake for a medieval feast.) "Hey, Meg, there you are!" She heard a voice call out to her, revealing it to be Brian and the others, finally happy to see her, bringing a smile to her face.
"Hey, Bri, everybody, come sit. I saved y'all some seats!" She said happily, pointing to four seats and a highchair for Stewie. "Meg, how did you manage to get us here at the table?" Chris questioned as everyone got seated, the Black Knight hadn't arrived yet, so it gave Meg time to come up with a fib/answer that wasn't embarrassing. (Cause the truth was that she convinced him to let her family sit with her by using her body and his slight drunk mind by speaking sweet soft words and pressing her ample breasts into his view below his sight and pressing her body against rubbing in a way of submission that got his attention '(especially when she felt another hard thing below his belt and reason why he went to go ‘freshen up’ and noticed Lady Madeline going with him) to agree with a pleasant growl 'yes' and let her family feast with them at the head table.
"I... I just showed him my temper," Meg lied soothingly, trying to sound as confident as possible. "The fact that I'm sitting here in a dress doesn't affect anything... I, uh, won't let this... the Black Knight twist me around his finger."
Brian raised an eyebrow in surprise at this (clearly realizing, most likely, that she was lying). But Chris took her at her word, and it actually relieved him.
"How good, that means you're in no danger," Chris sighed, hugging Meg. "Maybe we should go home then?... Right after the celebration?"
"Uhh, okay, no. I promised the Black Knight I'd stay until he lets me go... Unfortunately, that's what...the orders said.."
Meg hadn't expected such an offer at all; she'd simply hoped to reassure her family. She knew the Black Knight's men would capture Chris and Brian again and lock them in cages (and maybe, God forbid, little Stewie and his mother too) as soon as she disappeared from sight. She simply couldn't allow that to happen.
"How's dad doing so far, Mom?" Peter has been at the medic tent ever since the tournament, after the Black Knight gave him quite the beating and wondered if he was going to be okay. Lois turned to her with a tired smile on her face as she took a sip of cider to calm her worries, though she wished it were some good wine, but she was driving them home tonight and would have to wait until they were safely home. "The med doctor said he's going to recover just fine, he's going to have to stay in bed for a while and wear an arm brace for a couple of weeks," She replied. Meg felt bad for Peter; that damn jerk really had some anger issues. "Not to mention probably suffer some pretty bad headaches for a while I think Peter almost got a concussion, just you wait Lois it's a matter of time that guy's going to get a lawsuit it don't matter if he's King of the Renaissance or whatever there's needs to be some sort of justice," Brian called out with a slight anger about the justice on the situation but he can't help but get a feeling there's nothing they could do about it.
But before he could continue his rant, he had suddenly gone silent as Meg realized by his expression, turning to see that the Black Knight had returned to the table and this time, much to everyone's surprise (except for Stewie, as a toddler was busy playing with his teddy bear). The Mysterious knight had removed his mouth or 'visor' as it is called, revealing half his face, exposing his mouth and jaw and barely his nose to the crowd.
"Oh, welcome back... Mister," Meg said with feigned politeness, when suddenly the tipsy Black Knight grabbed her chin (absolutely not gently; Meg thought her face would shrink from such a display of affection), pulled her close, and kissed her (the smell from his breath made Meg wince and moan helplessly).
"You beast..." Lois suddenly stood up from the table, "Let go of my daughter... I'm here for such dirty purposes."
Meg was so helpless at that moment that she didn't immediately believe that her mother had stood up for her.
"You want to fuck, there's an older woman here for that purpose," Lois said unceremoniously, pointing a finger at herself. "Take me and let my daughter go home, do you hear?"
No her couldn't risk that! Meg tried to think of a plan, but once again, the Black Knight had already planned ahead of the situation with his silver serpent tongue. And his words made her mother take back that offer of replacing her daughter, and Meg would be on her own.
What he said would leave her mother embarrassed and quiet for the rest of the evening, and nearly risked Chris and Brian getting locked up again.
Causing Lois to end up drinking a couple of goblets of wine to hide her shame and embarrassment from the crowds.
Lois looked sad and ashamed. Her eyes said, "Forgive me, Meggie," but she remained silent and tried not to look at her... Perhaps for the first time in her life, she had stood up for her daughter and failed. Chris and Brian were also terribly upset, because they understood everything... They understood how desperately Meg defended them and the suffering she was having to endure because of it. Even Stewie, sitting next to his mother, noticeably grew sad for some unknown reason.
And the music continued to blare unceremoniously. People around them sang and danced like crazy.
So far, the Black Knight was busy talking to others, leaving Meg to speak with her family privately. Lois had already gone with Stewie to bring Peter a plate of food he could eat and heal while checking on him. Brian would occasionally stare at the Knight suspiciously with questions on his mind about this mysterious guy. Meg seems to notice as she leans down towards him to talk to him quietly. "What's wrong, Brian? something on your mind? You've been giving a strange look all evening," she whispered, catching Brian off guard a little bit, that she noticed and what he was thinking.
"Sorry, Meg, it's just that I can't get this weird feeling about this guy, like there's something off about him, something unnatural. Doesn't it seem strange that the guy doesn't take off his helmet at all? What does he have to hide, and I can smell something strange. I bought him too. I can't describe it. But it's unfamiliar for my nose, and we dogs can sense things that humans can't, and this guy smells human-ish... I don't know if that makes sense."
Indeed, it was strange that Meg could agree with that. The Black Knight had an air of mystery surrounding him, like in old Arthurian legend, characterized by his black armor, concealed identity, and role as a formidable challenger to the Knights of the Round Table, often representing darkness, a fallen hero, or a test of worth. Meg could still feel that chill she got when he pressed those lips against her hand. They felt cold and warm at the same time, and when she was forced into that kiss, gosh, she felt like she was kissing something unnatural, and she swore she felt a sharp tooth as if was canines, were sharper than usual. "There is something strange about him Brian, hell, come to think of it I don't even know his name for crying out loud, all we have been calling him Black Knight," now it really got her curious who really was this Black Knight beneath the armor? Maybe there's a way for her to find out?
Chapter 4: Midnight Feast
Meg tries her best to avoid the Black Knight's advances from Madame Octavia's prophecy, yet is still curious about his hidden secrets, but at a price, when he takes her to midnight feast.
credit to the lovely Anastasia aka https://www.tumblr.com/inspiredwriter for being part of this fanfic : )
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