Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Twelve

"We all know why we're gathered here today" Sebastian finally spoke up, addressing the crowd. His voice emanated nothing but the authority it possessed, and that was enough to get the thousand of persons in the crowd instantly quiet. They were respected him. Men feared him and more than that, wanted to be him. Ladies loved him, and admired him and wanted to be at the receiving end of his attentions. That was what it meant to be Sebastian Westmoreland. Wherever you go, you threaded fear, you threaded awe. You threaded anxiety. And you sure as hell threaded respect.

As Sebastian threaded on the high, wooden platform, which served as the stage where the caning would take place, he stared retrospectively at the crowd, although not really seeing them at all, for he was infact quite lost in his thoughts.

It had been just three years ago, that the name 'Gypsy' had been birthed, for the whole of Florence to know, but apparently, they've existed even longer than that. In secret all this while. Until their first public display three years ago. The same three years ago, that the Gentleman's Court was formed. A court separate from the Queen's court, for they weren't royalty, nor of blue bloodline like the Queen were. They were infact made to solely serve the Queen and her only. A court of six fucking rich, and handsome men who were at a nagging Queen's beck and call. Their primary mission was to eradicate unreasonable gypsies from the Queen's court, or more accurately put, the entirety of Florence.

Since Queen Rebecca came into rule, and since she learnt of the gypsies, she's never sought to make peace or some sort of parley or negotiating with them. As far as she was concerned, you didn't relate with people who couldn't even be accurately called humans.

Humans were the highest species on earth. So if you weren't human, what then were you? Something no doubt lower.

She'd said that countless times, and backed her words with actions. She used brutal force were necessary, to wage wars on the gypsies, to fight back and show the people of Florence that she was still Queen Regent. And the Gentlemen Of The Court, where her weapon. Sebastian couldn't fault her, nor blame her. No one understood more than him, the need to secure what was yours, from others. The need to protect what rightfully belonged to you. And so he'd helped her, in every best way he knew how to. To achieve the Florence that she wanted. And they'd become so close at a time. Intimately close. Fighting side by side, jollying and having a good time. But it's been three years now. And a man could get tired. He was sad to say, more than bored. He hadn't expected he'd need to spend this long time in Florence.

Most people seemed to forget, but he was the third son of the highest ruling family in the whole of Italy. The Westmorelands. A once English family, that had journeyed years back into Italy, to take roots there and make a name for themselves. They were immensely successful. He was the first and only son of his own mother, for his father had happened to marry two wives.

Florence was just a country under Italy. And he'd met the Queen Rebecca long ago, even before she'd ever thought she could be Queen. Her parents always brought her to the main capital of Italy, and invariably to his parents home, to pay homage and respect to the leading families.

At a young age of eighteen, Rebecca at twenty three, had been more  than the catch, to his young adult self. A woman fully blossomed in womanhood, with a beauty that put the stars to shame, was paying attention to him. And he hadn't been the one to waste opportunities. Soon enough, they had kicked off into an affair. Her body had been a sight to behold. Fully matured, firm breasts and carefully rounded hips like they were perfected by the creator himself, as opposed to the other sixteen year old chits at that time who barely had heaving chests talkless of packed breasts. No, he'd been overly matured for his age. He hadn't been interested in the girls around his own age, who's wanted to strike off any kind of relationship with him. They were too you. They were too inexperienced. And they were too fucking prematured.

But Rebecca had been different. A woman of the world. She was wild, and she was unpredictable. Something he'd never had to deal with before, with his female peers. She constantly left him on edge, infuriated, dizzy with his youthful emotions, like the damned, fucking school boy he was. She'd loved to make him jealous, by going after other men and sleeping with them. And he'd had to constantly prove his manliness to her against other men that frankly could have fathered him. Lord knew were old enough to.

But that had been years ago. Eventually he'd grow. And so had she, or so he'd thought, when her parents had stopped coming to Italy's capital. They'd lost all contact. It wasn't until three years ago, that he'd seen Rebecca for the first time, once more in the capital. A grown woman no doubt, and she'd come to him for help and support. To eradicate gypsies from her country. She was willing to pay him and make him comfortable for the duration he was going to be residing in Italy. But fuck it, he'd never thought it'd be this long.

But he also couldn't leave. Because he was a man of his word. And Rebecca did genuinely need his help. He was going to finish what he started here, and see that gypsies either came to truce with their new, reigning Queen, or left Florence entirely.

Today was just one of those unfortunate days were a gypsy needed to be taught a lesson, and made example of.

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