The Star King

The Magic Of A Kiss On A Pauper's Lips October the 25th 1415

Elisabeth collapsed into the straw, filled with happiness. Her mind replaying the kiss, the feel of his soft lips against hers. The warmth from his body as his arms surrounded her. The feel of his fingers as they gently ran through her hair and the touch of his fingertips under her chin as they tipped it just right so he could caress her lips. Her body was on fire. Never had she felt anything like this. She was in love for the first time and she thought she might explode.

She had never loved her first husband; it had simply been an arranged marriage that her father had thought would be best for her. When her husband went to war she found instead of being upset that she just felt liberated. Obviously, she didn't want him to die but with his death, she had finally gained the freedom that she had always wanted.

She had played with her children, sat in the garden with her mother, and never seen her husband, as he spent most of his days at court or womanizing. She knew about his favorite mistress and his bastard child called Anne. She also knew of another woman who had sired another baby girl.

She hid these facts from her own legitimate children and took great pleasure in the fact that both bastard children had been girls whereas she had sired him a beautiful baby girl after they married, followed by a legitimate baby boy. She had given her whole heart to her children.

She deserved happiness but would she ever get it if she married the King?

The thought of going to court didn't particularly thrill her either; to be honest she hated the thought and couldn't see herself as queen, the thought of being queen scared her more than being at court.

But God she did love him with all her heart, but she knew it couldn't last. Her mind kept replaying the kiss, it had been love not just lust and passion.

Hearing the music and singing coming from outside the tent she limped slowly to her trunk rapidly trying to find a mirror. She hadn't brought much but she needed her mirror. Rifling through her clothes she found it hidden at the bottom, looking into the small gold mirror she saw the blood on her face from a small wound on her head; it had stopped bleeding and was already healing. Mud covered one side of her face but the other side was clean. Her eyes shone brightly and her lips were full from the kiss and her cheeks flushed, all in all, she could look worse she thought as she went to find her small bowl, filling it with water and finding some linen she washed her face.

The water felt good against her hot cheeks as she splashed her face. Once she was done she smiled as she looked at the reflection staring back at her in the water, she was still young. Her face seemed to glow and her hazel eyes sparkled back at her, she thought her eyes could possibly be her best feature.

The flaps opened again. This time it was the boy who smiled at her. Elisabeth feeling in a playful mood flicked some water at the boy, who gave a small cry before ducking and laughed.

 "Come my Lady and join in the celebration".

 He coaxed as he came to the bowl and flicked water back at her. He grinned at her mischievously.

 " Can you dance with me?"

" But what about my leg?"

" We will be careful." 

The boy said his smile widening. Elisabeth looked down she still hadn't changed and blood stained her armor, she nodded. The boy still grinning helped her take off each piece gently then helped dress her wounds.

 " Where did you learn all this?"

Elisabeth marveled as the boy helped bandage her shoulder and leg addressing each wound with the utmost care.

 " I have had to fend for myself, my Lady, and you learn these things to survive".

After he was done he looked back towards the entrance to the tent, sensing the boy wanted to join the festivities she sighed.

 " Alright then lead the way"