The Highwayman

Love-knot

A quick note to those reading this i typed it up on the computer first and then edited the content on my phone so all the paragraphs are messed up. I will try my best to fix this issue.

I've also added so funky celtic tunes to this story it may not fit the chapter but it's just nice and relaxing.

Please just bare with.

Never mind I've fixed ittt.

Play da tunes :)

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed. As he rode up to the darkened Inn door, there was no sign of life for all was locked and barred.

He moved swiftly to the back of the old Inn and whistled a tune toward the window. There came no answer until he saw that the rickety shutters were open to reveal a beautiful maiden whose name he did not know. For now.

But she was the Landlord's daughter with eyes so dark they could possess any man. She sat at the windows edge humming a gentle tune and braded a crimson love-knot into her long raven hair.

Never in his years of bedding salty wenches had he seen a woman of such beauty; from the way she moved her hands to the way her pale skin reflected the moon light.

She intoxicated him in such a way that made him long to touch her smooth untainted skin. He knew from that moment that he could not live without her.

As The Highwayman gazed upon the beauty of the Landlords daughter, he was oblivious to the watchful eyes of the stable boy, Tim.

Tim was a youthful lad with the face of a man beyond his years.

His skin was paled and peaked with eyes that showed hollowed madness. His hair was the color of muddy hay that was unwashed for days.

Tim loved the Landlord's daughter and no one could have her except him. Who ever this man was, he would
not come into any contact with his only love.

As quickly as he had come he was gone as if he were a ghost that vanished without a trace.