#lotusfield

Lotus pond

He was the seventh prince in line for the throne. He had no chance of taking his fathers spot. It was also an honor he never wanted. He wanted nothing more than to go on grand adventures or hang out with his friends. But his brother the firstborn took his kingly right and things began to change. His brother was arrogant, foolhardy, and easily manipulated. The kingdom had begun to fall into a ruinous state. So now the lowly prince was to be married off to the enemy nation unless he could convince the Witch of the Forest to grant passage to the kings men. Either way was more than likely a death sentence for him.

He donned so medium weight leather armors and helm with a thin slit for the visor. Apparently the witch could enchant you with naught but her gaze. He grabbed a short sword strapping it to his hip. Also hid a stiletto under the back of his armor. The local wizard gave him a bottle of liquid fire and a health potion. Those he strapped to his other hip. “Time for my end I suppose. One way or another.” He looked up to the sky before mounting the dust-colored horse.

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It took two hours to ride to the edge of the forest. He rested outside the forest and let the horse drink from the nearby stream and cool off. Already he could feel eyes on him. Watching and waiting to see what would happen. “Come on boy,” he pulls on the reins of his horse and mounts it once more but not before picking up a fallen branch. He ties a white hanker chiff to the end of the branch and holds it up. He starts to approach the forest road but a foul wind pushes back.

“Leave… the fire… or die within,” the wind was whispering to him as it continued to push back.

“Very well,” he pulls the liquid fire from his hip and tosses back into the stream. He looks back to the forest, “Truly, I meant no disrespect. May I enter my lady?”

“Tread… with care. Proceed, little prince,” the wind died down finally as he began to ride forward pulling down the visor on his helm. He rode into the forest feeling hundreds of eyes on him at all times. He rode forward for just over half an hour until he found the crossroads.

"Witch of the woods," he dismounted his horse and then it laid down. Another strong wind blew from every direction. Slowly it died down.

"What do you seek delicious, little princeling," the voice was much closer now. But he could still not tell from which direction it came from.

"I seek permission for any carriage or knight bearing our family Crests be allowed passage through the woods. I don't care what the costs will be," laughing seems to emanate from everywhere at once. He sounded melodic and less ominous than before.

"The price is you. Heart, mind, body, and soul. You will be mine for eternity. You will become my Green Knight, protecting me and my woods," he voice was like a warm summer breeze. And then she walked out from behind a tree.

Hair the many colors of a sunrise. Flowers seemed to be tucked into her shoulder length hair here and there. Her skin kissed by the sun and her eyes shined like emeralds shining with the power of life itself. She had antlers and ears like that of a deer. She was a few inches shorter then he was with an almost hourglass shaped frame.

"Beautiful," he spoke before he was thinking properly. "I have no life either way. If you don't accept me then I get sent to our enemies and quite possibly die there." He kneels down before her and removes his helmet placing it to the side. He unleashes the blade from his side and leaves it in the sheath.

He holds it in both hands and up toward her before looking directly at her face. "I pledge my undying loyalty to you and you alone. Please take care of me, my Queen."

He studies her face looking for some response.

She smiles up to her eyes but then it changes. He face now holds some animal like need. Like an insatiable hunger. "I Savarna Amaryllis Lotusfield do hereby take you as my Green Knight for eternity in exchange for your kingdom to have safe passage." 

Magic seemed to explode from all around them and permeated everything. He could feel it saturate his mind and body. All his needs were hers now. He could feel her needs in his mind. And he knew he wanted to fulfill them all.

"I will send an emissary to tell your king of what transpired. You will not leave the forest again. Now remove your armor for me. It is in the way," he knew why and what was coming. He did so with a calming demeanor. Placing all of his armor into a neat pile.

He then backed himself up to a nearby tree. "Is this adequate my Queen," he stared at her with eyes that were longing for her approval.

"Almost," she snapped her fingers and a small flash of green light emanated from her fingers. Leafy green vines came down from above encircling his arms and lifting them above his head. She approached slowly like a beast stalking their injured prey.

She ran her hands down his vine covered arms and then slowly down across his chest. His breath was catching here and there. She moved her hands underneath his top and lifted it slowly rubbing his bare chest the entire time. "I am quite pleased," she leans in next to his ear. "Would you like to be pleased as well," she licks his ear before nibbling on the edge of it.