Set in Scotland during the middle ages, The kingis injured during battle near Duke Hawthorn's land. He is taken in and the Dukes daughter heals him. Unfourtunately he falls in love with her becuase she saved his life and her beauty. Once he is healed he goes home to his castle, days Annabelle's father recives word that the king wishes to bring his family to his castle to be a duke under him. He agrees and he moves his family into the castle. Annabelle is placed in the queens quart, as a lady in waiting.

Name: Annabelle Hawthorn
Age: 17.
Bio: Daughter of The Duke Hawthorn. She is practiced in medicine and can sew up almost any wound. She is also handy with almost any wepon given to her. She is a hopeless romantic, and hopes that one day she will be swept away by some prince and taken to a far away kingdom.
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Name: Davíd mac Maíl Choluim
Age: 24
Bio: David has been given the kingship of Scotland from King Henry I of England. He is nervous and wants to genuinely improve his native country. He is Norman and English educated and relies heavily on his cousin Henry's goodwill. David is not searching for a wife. He ditrusts the female sex and finds only a few uses for them His sister says that one day someone will melt his heart. He is battle-hardened despite his young age, as Scotland is a tempestuous kingdom.
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[[I'll let you start, since you've set it up. Will we be starting after he's already back home or just as he is injured?]]

((hmm...What do you think? I could make either work....How about with him riding up to her house injured))

Annabelle sat in the garden. She took a rose in her hand and smelled it. She loved bieng outside when it was nice. Her father was away on bussiness so it was just her mother, her youngest sister, and her brother in the Manor. She sighed and looked up smiled at the sunlight.

She looked up when she heard horse steps on the road in front of her house. Standing up she brushed the rose petals and grass from her light pink dress and went to see who it might be. People didn't usually come down this far into the country, which was why her father, Duke Hawthorn had built his Manor here.

David slumped on his horse. He had spotted a manor from the path and hoped he could get there. He leaned to the opposite side and looked at the wound. It was more severe than he realized. The slumped back and steered his horse up the pathway to the home.

"Hello, is anyone in?" He called out as he approached, hoping to get the attention of the residents. It was a well appointed home and he hoped to find a sympathetic noble within.

Annabelle ran forward as she saw the man on the horse clutching his side, which was bleeding profusely. She ran up to his horse and bowed. "Hello Sir. Might you come into our house and let me tend to those wounds?" She asked with a curtsy. She saw her brother sticking his head out the window and she motioned for him to come and help her.

She looked the man once over before turning her head back down. He was dressed in the finest of clothes and had an air of athority. Being so far out into the country she did not regonize him as her king. She also noticed that the wound was from being stabbed by a Dagger, Or small sword.

A beautiful young woman answered his call, stepping before his horse and asking if she could attend his wounds. David was so glad to have a found a hospitable noble that would help him. The girl did not seem to recognize him as king, which worked well in his favor.

"If they know me as their king, it may be more to their liking to kill me," he thought, replaying the unrest the kingdom had seen in recent months.

"Yes, milady. I am gravely wounded and fear I will not be able to return home before my blood is painted o'er the moor."

He slumped further down on the horse. He forced himself to slide from the saddle and stand next to the horse. He must ahve lost more blood than he knew, because all of a sudden, he was at his knees.

Annebelle's brother Harry Jumped forward and grabbed the man as he fell. Annebelle nodded then motioned her brother to bring him into the guest house. She walked across the yard and to the small house behind her own, opening the door she headed into the small living area that held a bed with fur blankets her father had made, a small wood Oven, and a bowl of water and rags. "Could you take off your shirt?" Annebelle asked shyly as her brother set him on the bed. Harry left and went to tie up his horse in the stables.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?" She asked dipping a rag into the bowl.

She busyed herself with preparing to clean him up so she wouldn't watch him undress.

David stumbled into the house on the boy's arm. He was thankful that the young man had caught him. Once settled in the warm cottage adjacent the home, the girl spoke.

"Oh yes, of course, forgive me," David fiddled with the buttons on the shirts collar, but found his fingers were fumbling and clumsy. In a rather impetuous move, he ripped the shirt at the tear. The move caused his head to swim again and he nearly fell forward.

David caught himself and steadied for a moment before he answered her question. It never would have occurred to him to lie to her, but recent months had changed things.

"I'm a member of the King's guard. I took a wound that was meant fro him and then the rest of the guard got seperated from me. If I hadn't found you, I'd be laying out there." It was a fine bit of fiction, one that the contents of his saddle pouches would back, since he had grabbed a guards horse to flee.

"That's very brave of you, I hear our king is a fine man with a fine wife." Annebelle said turning to him. She set the bowl and rag on the small table beside the bed and rung it out.

She looked up at him then smiled. "Could you lay down? It would help a lot." She said picking up a jar of leaches from the drawer of the table. She kept all her medical supplies in this house since this was where she slept most of the time.

She jumped up and grabbed his arm as he stumbled. "Whoa, are you okay?" She asked helping him to sit down. She was worried that he might have already lost to much blood, in fact he was already pale, and cold. She hoped he wouldn't get shivers.

David thanked her for steadying him and then nodded at her words and laid down, the pain in his side pulling even more as he did so. He winced, sucking the air in over teeth in pain. He watched as she prepared her medical supplies, his breath coming unevenly.

David was glad to hear that she seemed to think well of him. If he had landed in one of the houses of the rebels, his life would be in more danger than it already was. She seemed extremely competent with her restoratives, so he gave over his worry and let her tend him.

"Whose house am I intruding on? What is the family here?" he asked with another grimace from the pain.

"Duke Charlies Hawthorn, His Wife Sarah, Son Harry, daughters Annebelle, and Hailey, sir." She said taking the rag and dabbing at the wound gently. She didn't want to cause this man pain, but she had to clean him. After dabbing away as much blood as she could she opened the jar of leaches and set three on the wound.

"They will eat any infection." She explained in case he didn't already know.

She then searched through the drawer and found a bone needle and some strong strong clean Hide that would serve to keep the wound closed. She left the leaches on him and walked to the fire and held the needle over it to sterlize it. She then let it cool down then threaded the cloth into it. She took the now fat leaches out of his wound gently so as not to cause too much more pain. Then she through them into the fire.

"Okay, this will hurt worse then those leaches." She warned then set to closing the wound.

"Then my thanks and the thanks of the King will be extended to the Duke. He is a great man that would let his family take in wounded strangers," David smiled at her, though the edges of his expression were ragged from the pain.

He hissed at the pain of the cleaning and the leeches in the wound, but found that it subsided quickly. His brow remained furrowed as he watched the fat slugs work. His attention turned back to the young lady. She was comely, no beautiful. His eyes lingered over her hair and wished he were in a position to enjoy this lovely young lady's attentions more.

His eyes widened at the needle. He had enough battle injuries sewn together in the last years that he knew what was coming. He gave her a nod to indicate she should begin, then gritted his teeth together as she worked.

"What daughter of the house are you, milady?" he asked with teeth together and hissing air.

"Annebelle, sir..What did you say your name was?" She asked as she tied off the cloth and set the needle in the bowl of water. She looked up at him and smiled. "All done, You might want to stay and rest for a few days...Unless you are in a rush to leave." She said hoping he would stay.

She looked him over swiftly, he was utterly hansom, perfectly proportioned, and nicely built. She looked back up at his face, it looked almost scultped, with beautiful eyes and hair. She wished she could reach out and touch his smooth looking face.....She mently slapped herself and smiled again.

David gave a sigh of relief as she finished and set her instruments aside. He was glad that she had finished and the wound could begin healing.

"I'm grateful for your ministrations, Annabelle. This will heal nicely," David looked at the wound, smiling. "I'm Ian," he lied quickly. He weighted staying here for his recovery and taking the long trip back to Edin'borough. He smiled at the thought of relaxing in the country for a few days.

"I will stay here if it isn't an imposition on your family." The country could fall on his wife's shoulders for a few days. She could handle the stress splendidly.

"Annabelle, I must thank your father for the use of his home and the hospitality of his children."

"My father will return in the morning, he went to see the king in Edin'borough. Duke business, I know nothing of it. I just sit around the house and clean, read, cook, and practice my sewing." She said hopelessly. She hated the views apon women, they had no voice in this country, or in America. They were thought of as baby makers and house keepers. She stood up and washed her bloody hands. "You can walk, but I'd perfer if you stay in bed for at least a week." She said with her back turned to him.

[[I'm sorry! I've been in hospital for the last few days and my roomie refused to bring me my comp, saying I needed to rest!]]

"Ha!" David laughed at her complaints, he heard much of the same from the younger, more independent women at court.

"Well, at least you will have company, now. If I am to stay off my feet for a week, I might as well be of some use. I think I'll start on some embroidery," he said with a laugh. He shifted his weight in the bed and felt the pain of the wound again.

"Tell me, Annabelle, tell me of your family. I can't sit here with nothing to do or listen to."

{It's okay}

Annebelle smiled and thought for a moment..."Well, my family reaches all the way out to London, but my father was granted duke by the king of England. But my father he grew up in Scotland, with my grandmother and his father. Then when he was 17 he went to England and started a shipping company. Apperently, the king had been on his way back from somewhere to see family himself, when he was attacked by the Pirate Jonesea." She explained with a small smile remembering the story her father used to tell her when she couldn't sleep.

"My father is a trained swords man so is everyone on his crew, they happened to be coming back from dropping off a shipment in Brazil when they came across what was going on. My father lept to action and fought of Mr. Jonesea and saved the king, Hense his title as Duke, and this great piece of land." She said handing him some embroidery equipment and some for her self. She finished her story and looked up at him.

He was so close she could feel his breath on her...She wanted to lean closer and kiss him..She imagined what his lips would feel like...They looked soft. She wondered what he might taste like....She quickly looked back down blushing. This man must be married, he looked as hansom as he did there was no way he wasn't.