REINCARNATION

Medieval Europe - 1048 - part 2

DO YOU LIKE IT

DO YOU LIKE IT

DO YOU LIKE IT

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"That slave is sure a looker. Don't you think so Stephanie?" said one of the ladies.

Stephanie turned her head to the her garden. A mop of golden blonde hair working under the hot sun. His back muscles flexing, sweat covered, digging at the dirt beneath him. She sipped her delicious afternoon tea. It was quite a sight. 

"That's Niall. Harry brought him from the slave market. Lost my head when he came home with a dirty slave in my house. You should've seen him when he first entered. The poor thing was so filthy. Completely covered in sin. You wouldn't recognize him under the filth. Beneath the dirt and grime is a beauty." 

"Harry choose good," said Cathy, pointing her teacup at Niall. 

Elizabeth pursed her lips tightly, "A fine thing like that. Poor thing. Harry always had a kind heart. A nobleman. Brains. Looks. A keeper your son is, Stephanie." 

Stephanie forced a smile. "Where is this coming from Elizabeth. Do tell?" 

Elizabeth and the other lady shared looks with each other. The lady in red straightened her dress. Stephanie raised her eyebrows at the brief movement. Something was up. 

"Please don't be shy Elizabeth. If there is anything. I'll try my best to help," said Stephanie, assuring her friend. 

"It's like this Stephanie." The other lady gave an encouraging pat on Elizabeth's shoulder. 

"Our kids are of age now. My daughter is currently finding a suitor. With my husband out post near France, and the war happening so far. We don't know when this war will end. People are dying. Our noblemen are running away one by one. And... I am hoping that my daughter will be engage sooner. I want an heir for our bloodline as soon as possible. Our family need heirs Stephanie. We need it to survive." 

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Harry heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the horse shed. He peeked from the small gaps between the horse's sheds. A lone shadow entering. Harry heard soft rusting of the hay as the stranger entered. He slowly followed the shadow. Feeling relieved when he saw a familiar mop of blonde hair carrying a large bucket. 

"Niall," whispered Harry softly hiding behind the cracks. "Niall..." 

The blonde turned quickly. His eyes opened wide at the ghostly sound. Harry covered his giggles with his hand. 

Can he get anymore easily frightened. 

Harry slowly slid to the back way, ghosting silently behind Niall, watching him closely as he fed the horses with a long wooden feeder. The nobleman observed as the blonde worked, how caring and soft he looked feeding the animals. His tiny hands that littered with so many scars looked so soft. Harry was about to jump and give Niall a good scare when the man turned his heels, frightening himself in the process and slipping the bucket from his hands.