Chapter 15: Chandra away

We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful.

“You will be fine, just believe in yourself.”

*Mumble.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” I smiled at her but she wasn’t having any of it. “Chandra do you believe in yourself or not?”

“I do.”

“Then do so.”

She squared her shoulders, “Ok.”

“Good, that is what I want to hear.” She looked better now, it’s amazing what a few encouraging words can accomplish. “Now get, you don’t want to be late.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Don’t forget to kiss me” I said with a grin.

She kissed me and left, she was nervous and her brief kiss proved it.

I took my small pouch of gems and a few coins and followed her out the door. Off to Miss Theresa’s establishment I went. Her husband, a frail, short gray haired man was watching the front while she, presumably, worked in the back.

“How may I help you Milord?”

“I would like to see Miss Theresa.”

“Right away.” He stepped to the back and called for his wife without leaving the front.

A minute or so after she, looking disheveled, gave me a quick curtsy and a “My Lord, it’s nice to see you again. How may I be of service?”

“I would like a set of necklaces, rings and earrings made with these stones, one out of the emeralds, the other sapphires.” Pulling out the pouch I passed it to her across the counter. “Would you check the quality of the stones please?”

She did as I asked while I waited. “These are all excellent quality, milord. What would you like me to do with them?”

“I hoped that you could make the smaller two of each gem into pierced earrings and the largest into a centerpiece for a necklace. I am going to also need a woman’s ring to match for both. I need everything besides the rings done in seven days”

“Hmm, I think I can do that. Now we talk about price. You want this done in gold, right?”

“Correct, keep it simple but elegant.”

“For you, of course.” She took out her sketch pad and started drawing firm lines on it. Soon Theresa had what she wanted and brought me over to look at her sketches. The necklace was to be a thin golden circlet with a dangling stone; the earrings each would have an almost caged appearance that would dangle from a hooped locking mechanism. Looking back at the necklace it too had that caged appearance. They looked beautiful to me. Then she turned over the page and started on a pair of rings to match.

“Smaller settings for the rings, Chandra has to be able to wear gloves and swing a sword with it.” I didn’t think she would wear the earrings full time so the dangle issue wouldn’t be a problem.

“Hmmm, ok,” she sketched below the original and made something more to my liking, still a bit big though and I let her know. After we got the size straight then we moved on to price.

“Eight gold.”

Ker-chunk.

Well that is a lot of gold in the necklaces. She must have seen my stunned expression.

“Almost of all of that is for the gold that I will be using, milord.”

“I know, it caught me off guard. Not that I don’t think that you are worth every copper. I brought two gold as down payment, is that enough?”

“Unfortunately, Milord, I will need three more.”

“I’ll have the other coins delivered today.”

“Thank you Milord.”

“I will see you in seven days.” She curtsied to me as I left all the while he, still unintroduced, kept an eye on me.

I returned home to find it empty. I finished my book and then ate lunch alone, sending Cora out with a small pouch for Miss Theresa. Celia did not return until minutes before dinner. We ate in while she regaled me with her exploits for the day in her preparations for the upcoming party. No wonder she needed so much, she planned on inviting everyone that she knew which was most of the nobles of the kingdom. We finished dinner, I went outside to workout, my shadow followed with her needlepoint.

“Watching you move is relaxing.” She explained her presence, not that it was needed.

“Thank you love.” With that encouragement, I started my exercises and didn’t finish them for a couple of hours, just after sunset. Celia had stopped her needlepoint a quarter candle earlier, remaining outside on her bench waiting for me but with the additions of a cushion and a thick shawl.

“Let’s go to bed.” I held my hand out to her, she took it and we adjourned to my bedroom. I slowly removed her shoes and socks, dress then panties; kissing her as her body was revealed inch by inch. Picking her up, I gently placed her in the tub. Next, I removed my robe and shirt and began tenderly and gently washed the delicate young woman before me who languished under my attentions. I gave thanks to my Goddess that makeup hasn’t come into vogue in this world. I set the cloth down and started on her curly strawberry blond hair. First, I ran my fingers through her lustrous locks then hunted down the combination of oils and soap that she used for shampoo. She made little purring sounds to let me know that she appreciated my efforts.

After finishing with her hair, I stood her up and escorted my paramour out of the tub, drying her off starting with her hair continuing from there to her body kissing her all the while.

Catching my breath from her enthusiasm, I sat her down then picked up her brush and gave it a gentle fifty strokes. Setting down the wide bristled brush, princess carried her form the open back seat before the mirror to our bed, all without speaking a word. Taking my time, I continued with my explorations via my mouth. Beginning with her lips again while crawling above her I made my way to her perky breasts down to her belly button and then onto her nether region. I stayed there, patiently applying myself until she explosively came. I toned down the aggressive approach and just gave light kisses until she released her grip that her legs had on my head.

“Wow, what was that?”

“I think you call that an orgasm.” I grinned into the mostly darkness, there was still one lamp lit.

“Silly. Thank you, that felt wonderful.” She sighed, “truly wonderful.”

“It was my pleasure, love.”

“Do you really love me?” She asked tentatively.

“Yes, yes I do. I wouldn’t call you ‘love’ unless I did.”

“I love you too. Now come here and make love to me.” I did and it was glorious. I turned off the light and snuggled. Sleep came quickly.

“Don’t go.” She mumbled to me as I crawled away from her in the morning, she had been laying almost completely across my body while she slept all night.

“Sorry love, but I need to get up and heal Sister Cynthia. I’ll be back for a late dinner.” I kissed her pouting lips and ordered her to back asleep. Grumbling, she did alone instead of wrapped around me which she would have preferred. I took a quick bath in the tepid water and hunted for one of Cara’s wonderful breakfasts of; eggs, fruit and juice.

Sister Cynthia was waiting for me, alone this time, and even greeted me in a civil manner. Maybe she’s thawing! Of course, then she snapped at me telling me that I was late.

“I said that I would be here after breakfast and I meant mine not yours, I’m sorry if I left room for misinterpretation.” She grunted.

Bitch.

Sister Cynthia led me into her room and laid down. Sitting cross-legged on a cushion, I had learned from last time, my bitchy patient lifted her shirt revealing her firm breast and a still ugly, but reduced scar. Placing my hand clinically on her breast over the scar, I prayed to Kassandra for healing. I glowed for a few seconds, then I felt as if all my strength was flowing through my arms into her. Then I blacked out.

I woke on a bedroll on the floor next to Cynthia’s bed. She was still asleep. Quietly, I left and went in search of Mother Browynn. I found Postulant Dina first.