Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Three

Agitatedly, he walked over to her, clutching at her long sleeved dress with both of his hands

"Delilah, marry me. We can still save you..."

"Remove your hands Alex or by God, I will rip your hand off and beat you to death with it." Delilah warned, threatening him

"Was that a threat? Well if that's what we're doing now, let me issue one of my own as well. If you ever break into my home again Delilah, the police are going to be the least of your worries. Infact they may be your only hope" he promised scathingly, as he strove to compose himself, his hands coming off her.

"I see that I wasted my time coming here Alex. I guess this is goodbye" she abruptly turned to the door, and began heading out of his home

"In all our years of friendship.... Twenty one years you say, tell me, did I ever stand a chance with you?" he muttered to her retreating back

"That's the sad part. You did once. But you changed. You weren't the brave man I used to know" she finally replied after a long while, before sauntering off, not deigning to look back.

Once outside, she got unto her high horse- Khalia, and rode off into the night, under the chilling breeze and cold hard blue sky. The cowboy heart donned on her head and mask she twined around her face, was to prevent others if they by chance happened upon her, from knowing who she was, or that she was a lady in the first place riding at this time of the night, just so as to protect her reputation, like Alex so blatantly put it. Nudging Khalia on, the horse jumped into quick successive trots, until it began to outrightly race under her brilliant tutoring and firm restraints.

She was Delilah Salvador. Her mother had died in child birth when delivering her, bringing Delilah into a world with a crying, awaiting sister, five years older than her, ready to receive her and swear love and fealty to her, and a father who hated her with his every being, simply for killing his wife. In the years that had come, both sisters had learned to care for one another, learned to fit into mothering roles for one another. And now they'd done this to Genevieve, her sister. Delilah was never going to stop until she found them. They took from her, more than just a sister. They took the only person who's ever loved her without restraints. They took the one person she's ever loved.

Her late father had been a rich merchant. Although he hadn't any titles, nor was he recognized as a lord, but he did have wealth, and a lot of it. And after he'd died from a heart attack, all that wealth had gone to the man Genevieve had been forced by papa to marry. Gregor Smitten.

Just as his name was flipping through her mind, she begun hearing hard racings in the grasslands she'd just passed, interrupting her from her reverie.

In this dead of the night, mere footsteps could have been heard, but these weren't just footsteps. She could easily make out a distinctive, high pitched female scream, sounds of feet hitting the floor in quick successions, like a whole mass of people were trying to do a race in the middle of the night, and most scarily of all, she could hear men shouting and hunting dogs barking – that was a really bad sign. Unmistakable dread sank to the pit of her stomach

Delilah quietly moved her horse to a strategically vantage position, to have a good view of what was going on, and see the persons who were making all the noises. It wasn't very hard because they had fiery torches in their hands. The tree she and Khalia were hiding behind served as a good shield so that l they couldn't see her, but she could see them, even as they came erringly close to her. She could now, in fact, hear their enraged speeches very clearly.

"Get her, where did she go? Dammit man, try not to loose her or our very heads will go in for it!" one of the men blistered.

From Delilah's standpoint, she was finally able to have a clearer view, and piece together what was truly happening. The brightly shining full moon helped illuminate the young vibrant woman running for her life, through the undulating grounds, and the men behind her on uniforms – peharps five of them – pursuing her with hunting hounds

Without giving a thought to her decision, Delilah reared her horse back, spurring the horse into action, and running with it towards the already running girl, until she finally got to where the girl was.

"Take my hands!" she commanded the girl, as she stretched out a hand. The girl not having time to question if that was the right choice or not, quickly took Delilah's hand and with all the strength she possessed, Delilah lifted the thankfully light-weighted woman onto the horse back, and quickly rode off as fast as she possibly could, until she'd successfully thrown all five men off their trail, until the men could pursue no longer.

After long minutes of riding, they finally got to a relatively hidden place and the young lady, who looked to be around Delilah twenty two years of age, alighted down.

"Who are you? Why were those men pursuing you?" Delilah bluntly asked the female

"I don't have to explain myself to you. You're human. You're just like them, maybe even one of their daughters or worse, one of their whores" the girl retorted right back, all wrath and fury

"Well you're wrong on both counts Miss. I'm nothing like them!"

"You're human!" the girl hissed. "I'd have known if you were gypsy. I know my kind anywhere"

I guess that answered the question, Delilah thought. The girl was gypsy.
But she still needed to prove the girl wrong. So she expertly retrieved her knife from where it was strapped on her horse, and used it to tear off a part of her dress, at her hip, blaring the tattoo to the strange lady's gaze. The tattoo that so brightly glowed in the moonlight.

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A/N: A new chapter. I hope you liked it. Comment on your favorite scenes, and characters so far. Any future predictions of what will happen next?

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