Life Recreated

Mary

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Mary resumed stroking his cock, while Edward's other sword grazed her throat.

* Earlier *

  'I need you to fool my father,' she had told Ellie back in the castle. 

Eleanor looked quite afraid, but agreed nonetheless.

At the very wee hours, Ellie was to come back, and sleep in her chamber as Mary, would go down on a adventure. 

'sleep tight,' Mary kissed her on the brow when it was time, and covered her under the quilt.

Marry then, as she had done so often, tiptoed her way to the second floor, where guards were at their usual post. Mary, of course, knew about every one of them, except that of the first floor. She did not, however dare to walk through the door like she would have done at sundays. 

Mary instead, sprinted to the west wing, where the castle looked upon a walled dome that dominated the city. The wall of the dome had been so close to the castle, that she could (with much effort) climb down it like a cat would have managed. Her back turned to the dome wall and her legs against the castle wall. Slowly she heisted herself down, step by step until she could give free on soil. Quickly Mary descended towards the castle gate, dressed in her night gown. 

A crowd of army men centred the castle gate, she inspected.

shit

Mary stepped back, behind a massive oak tree. 

Two guards walked with torches hence and forth. 

Marry turned to look at the taller of the two. There wasn't enough time left. It would be dawn soon.

Quickly, Mary took off her boots, and threw them at the side. Her fingers digging into the wood. Slowly she kicked herself up and snatched a low hanging branch. in return it swooped her up, and she began with the help of the oak tree, climb it. 

She looked skyward, and saw the walls of the inner gate just a feet up. Gingerly she tried to grab the side. 

     As  Mary (with all her might) pushed herself to her limits, she succeeded in tilting her torso, then her entire body atop the gate walls, and with one swift, reckless jump, she rolled onto her feet.

The fall made for the tree to rattle, and the leaves to fall. Men were stirring to see what it was.

Mary, with minor injuries to her ankle, followed the path to where  the fires reached at the belly of the dark sky.  

When she arrived at the York camp, Mary sought for the most luxurious tent on camp. She located the crimson colour velvet curtains, and sigil of two lions joined in dance, and entered.

There she found the york lord, and thus she got to business.