The Gauntlet
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 18
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18 - In 1385 France, Sir Jean de Carrouges challenged Squire Jacques le Gris to a duel to the death for the alleged rape of the knight's wife, Marguerite. Was it really rape, or were they loves?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape Romantic True Story Historical Cheating Revenge Violence
River Tweed, Northumberland, England
Near the Scottish Frontier
August 21, 1385
The English Army had advanced to the mouth of the valley, careful to remain outside of bow range. The first few who had ventured too far learned the accuracy of the French archers quickly.
A stalemate ensued, with neither side wishing to budge.
Finally, the front lines of the English parted, and a single rider emerged. He appeared to be a knight of some renown, wearing a bright yellow surcoat with blue trim and on his chest, shield, and banners a blue lion seemed to roar.
“It’s Henry Percy himself,” whispered Robert. “What does he want?”
“He seems to want a parlay,” Sir Jean said as spurred his horse softly. “if anything happens, kill Percy.”
Jean slowly rode his horse out from hiding and approached Percy, stopping just in front of him.
‘My Lord Earl of Northumberland, you honor us with your presence,” Jean said softly.
“You know who I am. I do not know you, Sir. Give me the honor of knowing with whom I am speaking,” Henry Percy demanded.
“I am Sir Jean de Carrouges,” Jean said with a slight bow. “I apologize for my appearance. I’ve been rather preoccupied of late.”
“Jean de Carrouges is French, what brings the French to England?”
“It is Sir Jean, my Lord Earl,” Jean corrected him, “What brought the English to France?”
“I am not here to debate Politics with you, good sir,” Percy said with disdain evident in his smug voice. “I am here to demand your surrender. In exchange, I guarantee you and your men of noble birth will be held as my guests and ransomed accordingly. Your men-at-arms will be disarmed and executed.”
Jean laughed. “Is that so, well, I have a counteroffer for you, your Highness, or Majesty. I’m sorry, I don’t quite know how to address the King of the Isle of Mann. You take your army and turn around and go back home. Get on your boat and sail home to Mann and live out your life, grow old and fat and fuck your wife until your balls fall off. Or, you can come into this valley and die. We won’t ransom your noblemen. We will kill you all, regardless of your birthrank, like the English pigs you are.”
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