Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Fifteen

Delilah with a careful efficiency, slowly untied the unconscious, almost convulsing girl from the  table where she had been tied to.

She didn't care that she was going against the Queen with the action she'd taken. Nor did she care about the thousand of people even now gaping at her from the crowds, wondering what she was doing. All she knew was that she needed to save this girl. She didn't know how, she didn't know why, but she needed to save her.

That was one of the downfalls of being a gypsy healer. It was like you were connected to all gypsies. When one hurt, you hurt as well. When one was killed, a part of you died.

She could feel the stares— some cold, some curious, some just right out angry, coming from the gentlmen of the court. Especially the one who was currently on the stage with her. The one who'd been doing the flogging. His was curious however, not angry.

After untying her successfully, the young girl, just around Delilah's age as well, fell limply into Samantha's arms, and with great effort, Samantha tried to pick the girl up into her arms. But the young girl weighed way more than she looked, making the task nigh impossible.

That was the moment she heard the voice from behind her. From the punisher no doubt

"Zachariah, help that young lady. Carry Samara back to the Gentleman's Court. She'll receive medical attention there. As for the rest of you, today's Public Whipping is over. You can now go to your respective homes and go about your daily tasks. And need I remind you, that this serves as a lesson to everyone. Your daughters, your wives, fathers and husband's. Never go against the Queen. She is Queen for a reason. The power to kill, the power to pardon, life and death, rests in her hands. You'd do well to remember that!" Sebastian barked harshly at the crowd, more angry at himself, than he even was with them.

Delilah still stood there seething and furious. Who was this man? Who the heck did he think he was? Oh yeah right. How could she forget? They were the Queen's lapdogs. The infamous Gentlemen Of Court. This was her first ever encounter with them. And what could she say? They more than lived up to their tags and titles of brutality.

Try as she would, Delilah would never be able to get that gory scene of her mind. The scene of a man, one man, tearing through the skin of a helplessly tied down female, with a whip. Like she was an animal. Heck, like he was an animal. These people— these men, whatever they called themselves, didn't deserve to live. Like vermins, they didn't deserve any other fate but to be cast out and killed. Delilah had never truly hated anyone in all her years on earth; no, not truly. Not even her sister's husband. But for the first time, she felt the all encompacement  of hatred, for these people.

"What about that girl who rushed in there to stop the caning?"

"Shouldn't she be punished as well?"

"Hell, she should be caned!"

"The boldness! She stopped a queen's order for punishment!"

"She went against the Queen!"

"Yes! She went against the queen!"

"She must be caned!"

"She must be caned! She went against the Queen!"

The remainder of the crowd started to fire up once more, in a frenzy, even though almost half of them had departed, now that the main caning was over, and Samara had been taken inside the Gentlemen's Court for medical treatment already.

They were insatiable. Calling out for blood. The blood of the delectable female, who stood boldly, inches away from Sebastian. He took note of the fact that she was still seething, and obviously angry. From her stormy jade green eyes, tightened fists, high breathing rate, and combative stance. And turning to fully stare at her for the first time, he realized with a pang, and a sharp sensation to his gut, that she was beautiful. More than beautiful. She was exotically gorgeous. He'd never seen anyone of such intense beauty before. The noise of the crowd, swiftly faded away, and he took a sharp intake of breadth as he watched her turn around to face him as well.

Delilah turned to face the punisher for the first time. The man who's held the whip. And what she saw made her startle, temporarily swoon and almost loose balance. The guy had to be a Greek God or nothing else. She could safely say he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, and not be wrong. He had jet black hair that was sleeked back to reach his nape. His silver gray eyes were even now staring without expression, at her. She temporarily forgot her anger, and all she could do was stare.

She began to feel embarrassed, in the brown breeches, knee length boots, and mid thigh green gown she wore. Maybe she could have worn a full-on day dress instead. Her hair was also packed in a really unlady-like messy updo. It was at that moment, that the rampaging crowd saw it fit to bring them both back to the present, and made them remember who they were

"Punish her!"

"Punish her!"

"Punish her!"

"Everyone —" Sebastian began

"Quiet!" Delilah boldly spoke up, smirking from the knowledge that she'd rudely interrupted the punisher, and beaten him in speaking up

"I am a doctor. I rushed in here to save that girl, even when I knew I'd be in danger of disobeying the Queen, simply because I wanted to treat her. If I hadn't come in when I did, she could have died from the flogging, and I know you don't want that!"