Aetheling Seventeen

[ismenin]

Prim's Evol Leofric. Smashing!




Hello, there! I'm all behind, like a cow's tail, but I shall be answering your comments to my last post after luncheon. :D Or, maybe after my snoozette. *Is tired*

The wind is blowing, out there, and it's damn cold for mid-summer, but the sun shineth, and I have a good book to read, and folks I love, and who love me, so life is good.

Reminds me of that verse:

God bless those that I love,
and God bless those that love me.
And God bless those that love those that I love,
and those that love those that love me.

Gramatically awful, but beautiful, nonetheless. Encompasseth the whole world, methinks, or darn near it!

So here's this week's instalment of - Lighe and Dom go Riding. ;D






Thanks to ladysunrope for beta.



Aetheling - 17


Everyone who left that day, was mounted upon a horse. It was needful, said Jean, to get to the keep as soon as could be contrived. There was no time for foot soldiers to be lagging behind the others. And besides, he said to Lighe, as they stopped for their mid-day meal, they wished to be seen approaching the keep.

Caspar had had the men take out their banners, and soon, the company proceeded, with two men riding forward, with pennants of black and silver waving in the breeze.

During the break, Lighe had asked Badi to show him what he had meant by saying he would teach Lighe to ride and fight with spear and sword, and Dom, to his great surprise, watching this enviable demonstration of the man's skill, was almost moved to laugh when he saw that Badi did, indeed, hold his shield in place with his teeth.

Lighe fell off twice, as he attempted to follow Badi's instructions, but, undeterred, remounted his horse, and tried again.

"He must be much bruised, but he has pluck, your man," Jean observed, watching Lighe try again.

Wulf, who was standing next to them, agreed. "No-one who has ever seen Lighe in battle, would need to say that. He has the determination of five men!"

Dom turned to him, an angry look on his usually amiable features. "Why is it, then, that your father has so little regard for his eldest son? He should be everything a king desires in his heir. He is kind, fair, brave and fearless."

Wulf thought for a moment. "I cannot tell. It is as if he sees the outside shell of people, and not their inward heart. Lighe is braver than I, and skilled in tactics of battle far beyond my abilities, but the king sees what he wishes to see, and that is..."

..."a small, pretty lad, with gentle ways." Dom, interrupted, frowning. "He doesn't know Lighe, not one bit. His ways can be far from gentle when he is roused to anger."

Wulf smiled at Dom. "You have felt the rough edge of his tongue, brother? He can be roused to anger when it suits him."

Dom thought of what the rough edge of Lighe's tongue had done to him the night before, in the darkness of their tent, and tried not to blush.

Then he had the grace to laugh. "Yes, indeed. He has not always been pleased with me, Wulf..." and then Dom rushed forward to help Lighe to his feet, and to encourage him in his efforts, for he saw that Lighe was determined to master this skill.


They camped that night in a hollow, west of the keep. The area all around was wooded, and both Lighe and Wulf assured Jean that they would not be detected from this position.

"No-one comes past this way, for it leads nowhere," Wulf said, gnawing a chicken bone. "And if, as we have done, there are no fires to show we are here, why should they come looking for us?"

They were sitting under a tree, all eating cold meats cooked earlier in the day.

It was Lighe who posed the next question. "If Dom or Wulf, Lando or I appear at the doors, Leofric will catch us, without a doubt. He must know we found Lando in that place where he held me, and that we know, because he lives, that it was he who stabbed him. How shall we be of any use to you?"

Jean grunted. "We must get you inside the keep, that is certain. Once there, will you be able to hide? Are there secret places where you may wait?"

Wulf scratched his chin. "There are hidey-holes in the stables," he ventured. "I used to hide in them when I was a lad. But I do not know of any in the keep, apart from...apart from the cellars next to the dungeons. It is like a rabbit warren down there. If a man had food, he could stay hidden there for weeks."

Lighe agreed. "But al the doors are in full view, both front and back. We cannot sneak in, by any means. We could disguise ourselves, of course..."

Dom shook his head, clasping his elegant fingers on his knees. "You are too well-known for that, both you and Wulf. We shall have to give it some thought..."

There was a sound of scuffling in a cluster of bushes nearby, and two of the soldiers brought out a struggling man, who was covered in thorns and twigs from the undergrowth.

"Look what we found lurking in the bushes. What shall we do with this spy, my lord?" one of the men asked Jean. "String him up?"

"No, leave him. Tie his hands and we shall see first what he has to say for himself. You can hang him after. Well, man?"

The man knelt before him in the growing dark, and bowed his head. "I..." he began, but Lighe interrupted, leaping to his feet.

"It is Eafa, Dom!" said Lighe, lifting the man's bowed head. "My father's spy! What are you doing here, you traitor?" he spat, grabbing the man's shoulders, and forcing his head back. "Going to tell Leofric where we are, are you? Vile traitor!"

Lighe hit the man hard across the face, once, and with a restraint he was far from feeling, sat back down again.

"He was at that place where we were held, Lighe! I remember seeing him with Leofric. He was one of the men who brought me to that place..." Lando began to get to his feet, ready to abuse the spy, but Dom waved him back.

"We will get nothing from him if you get your hands on him, Lando. I know your ways. Let him speak."

The man spat out the blood filling his mouth from Lighe's blow. "I did not know you were in this place, my lords. I was making my way from my mother's house, by the sea, when Aethelgard, the fisherman, said..."

He paused and spat again. "Aethelgard said the Aetheling and his brother, and the Frankish princes, were bringing men - soldiers - to overthrow Seaned and Leofric, and I thought..."

"...You thought you'd intercept us and spy on us to see what we were about." Lighe's voice was cold with anger. "You have deserted my father, and taken up with my cousin."

Eafa's head came up, but when he spoke, it was in a quiet voice. "I am your father's man, my lord, for good or ill. I am bound to his service, not to Leofric or his father. The king needs your help, my lords. Seaned keeps him prisoner under the subterfuge that he is ill. He is not ill."

Dom's voice broke into the dark. "Why did he not just kill his brother out of hand instead of forcing this imposture? We know he is capable of it."

There was silence for a few moments. "Because the king has the Lady Ermyngarde with him. Seaned and Leofric cannot kill off all the folk in the castle. The Lady refused to leave the king, so they are imprisoned together. It seems at the last minute she found out in some way what the pair of them were up to. Cerdic wanted her safe with his wife at his sister's place, but she wouldn't go."

The man shifted on his knees, and glared at Lighe. "I am allowed to wait on them because Leofric thinks I am his, body and soul." He spat again. "But I am not. I was ever for the true king, and so it is, whether the king be a good king or no. I took an oath, and I keep it. All that I have done has been under his orders."

"If you will loose my hands for a moment, I have about me a sign which proves my loyalty."

Jean looked at Lighe, and Lighe nodded. "Untie him. I will see this evidence."

One of the soldiers cut his bonds and the other stood nearby with a knife ready should Eafa try to commit some harm upon the Aetheling.

It was in his shoe. A scrap of vellum, wrapped small. He gave it to the soldier who handed it to Lighe. The moon was not bright that night, and Lighe tried hard to see what was written upon it, but failed.

"Jean?" Boyd said quietly from somewhere at Lighe's left, and Jean said, "aye, you may. But only a small flame, mind you, and all stand close around the Aetheling to block it out from any unfriendly watchers."

Suddenly there was a flame - not a spark from a flint, as Lighe had expected, but a fully formed flame - on the end of a stick that Boyd brought close to Lighe so that he could read with ease. The others obediently stood in a tight circle to hide the flame.

Lighe read it aloud.

To the Aetheling, should he be found alive, or to his brother, if spared to us, or to any one of the Witan who may be willing to aid me. I have discovered my brother's infamy. He means to kill my sons and obtain the kingship by foul means - to convince the Witan I am unhinged. He holds me prisoner together with the Lady Ermyngarde. Trust Eafa, he has always been my good servant and friend at peril of his own life. No time for more. Cerdic, King.

Wulf was leaning over his brother's shoulder as the light was extinguished. "It is the king's writing, I can vouch for that. I marked how he rounded his M's. They have a little tail on them that I have not seen elsewhere. It is a very slight thing to notice, but it is the sort of thing which interests me."

Lighe folded the note and was just about to tuck it in his own shoe for safety, when Viggo spoke.

"It may be the king was forced by his brother, or Leofric, to write this letter. Let me hold it, Aetheling."

Viggo's voice was quiet and calm, but there was a strength in his words that was evident to those who listened. Wordlessly, Lighe handed over the scrap.

Viggo held it in the palm of his hand for some moments, pressed his other hand on top of it, then passed it to Boyd. Then it went to Badi, although not a word was said.

"Does the king have a scar shaped like a crescent on the back of his right hand? For that is the hand that wrote these words," Viggo announced suddenly into the silence.

"He does," Thrydwulf replied. “Whereabouts is the scar you saw?"

Viggo closed his eyes, but it was Badi who spoke. "On the fleshy part between thumb and first finger."

Wulf gasped. "It is so!"

Lighe was astonished. "Odin's balls! How can these things be known? It is beyond me."

Boyd laughed into the dark. "But it is not beyond us, my friend. And I tell you that this man was by his side when he wrote it, and a woman with long fair hair stood behind his chair. A right buxom lady, I'd say, too, judging from her withers..."

"Peace, Boyd! You give the Aetheling and his brother a false impression of us, traducing a virtuous lady in such a fashion!" Dom said, not unkindly. "What do we do, now?"

Jean hoisted himself to his feet. "We sleep. It is too dark to do more tonight. Captain, see to it our new comrade is tied safely to a tree tonight. I do not wish to wake in the morning to find he has, er...left us. Set a guard over him, too, but do not make him uncomfortable. If he needs anything, make sure he gets it. We will need him tomorrow."


Dom and Lighe lay in each other's arms, inside the tent, away from all eyes.

"Do you trust Eafa, my love?" Dom whispered into Lighe's neck.

Lighe was silent for a moment. "I do not know. It is true he has always been the King's man. But that does not mean that he could not change his allegiance if it became necessary, or that he could not lie to save his own skin."

"But the letter..."

"Yes, Dom. I am inclined to believe that Cerdic wrote it, because I am also inclined to believe Badi, Viggo and Boyd - but why or how they should know these things is beyond my ken."

Dom's lips came down soft and sweet upon Lighe's, and the Aetheling responded to the love and concern he sensed in his partner.

"Enough of spies, and intrigue and kings, my Aetheling. Let us think of...other things."

And there was silence within the tent, except for the charged breath of love.


The next morning, Lighe, Wulf and Dom interviewed Eafa alone. He had been untied from his bonds, as there was no chance that he could escape, and he accepted some meat and a drink from Wulf with a word of thanks.

"Your mother lives with the fisher folk? Aethelred said you had told them that Cerdic was sick. Was that true?" Lighe asked, as the man tore hungrily at the meat.

"No, Aetheling, It is a lie that Seaned and Leofric wanted spread abroad. That is the only reason they let me from the keep - to spread these lies about the countryside. Cerdic is in fair health. Not good health, for he is confined, and kept short of food to keep him compliant and quiet. I sneak in some extras to him as I can, and he and the Lady share it between them."

Wulf frowned. "Why did Seaned not kill the king out of hand? Why is he keeping him there? Surely it would suit his purpose to have him out of the way..."

Lighe looked at his brother. "You forget, Wulf, there is no right of accession except by choice of the Witan. When the king dies, the Aetheling becomes king in name until the Witan gather and vote him to that calling. If another is more suited to the task, he would be voted in as king."

"Both Seaned and Leofric are hated by many of the ruling Eorls. Not many of the lords would choose either of them, when there are better qualified men - you and me amongst them - standing by."

Lighe sighed. "That neither of us would want such a thing from choice might be taken into account..." Wulf opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, but Dom saw the movement, and wondered at it.

"...but I tell you, brother, in no wise would I allow either of them to become king, and pollute the land. It must not be! And so will I tell the Witan."

Eafa nodded. "I think the Aetheling is right, my lords. If Cerdic died quickly under mysterious circumstances, men would talk. If his uninjured body can be shown, looking as if he died from some wasting sickness, they stand a better chance..."

Jean came marching up, with Boyd at his side - and where Jean was, Caspar was never far behind. Putting an arm around Boyd's slender shoulders, Jean remarked, with a smile, "I never thought to bless this man's everlasting songs and stories of dead kings and warriors of old - but I do now! Hear what he has to say - it is most enlightening."

The three men joined the others on the ground, and Boyd, grinning, began his tale.

"It is the lay of Bendigaefran, Blessed Son of Llyr that I tell you, now, and of the..."

Jean nudged him with his elbow, but he was still smiling. "When we are ensconced as victors in the castle hall, you may tell the whole story, together with harp and song, and be a week about it, and be acclaimed a hero by the entire assembly. But for now, tell them the bones of it."

Boyd sniffed, but Dom noted the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Very well. Well, the short of it is that Brân the Blessed, wished to lay siege to a castle..." here the men pricked up their ears, as Boyd continued, "...and they could see no way to get their spies inside it without detection. But B...well, someone had the idea of secreting the men in flour sacks, and sneaking them in that way. If a consignment of flour was expected, it would be the simplest thing, to carry men in like that."

Lighe shook his head. "I am afraid I have not interested myself in the domestic arrangements of the castle. I have not the remotest idea when flour is delivered."

It was Eafa who spoke. "My lords, flour is used a-plenty at the keep. There is much bread eaten there. It is delivered freshly milled, every day, from the miller straight into the cellars - several sacks full. It needs must be fresh for the king's taste and the queen also, for she much dislikes the thought of mice-droppings in her bread - and Seaned, too, likes the soft, white manchets our cooks make from fresh-milled flour..."

"Do you know what time of day it is delivered, man?" Jean asked, handing Eafa his flask of wine, from which he drank eagerly. Caspar's eyebrows rose. It was plain that Jean was trying to keep the man happy, for he never offered his wine flask to anyone save Caspar. Dom saw the look, and winked.

"Early morning. Just after dawn. Other foodstuffs are delivered at this time, also. Meats and things. The miller is not far off, so the flour comes in good time for the bread to rise for mid-day. There is flour enough always left over for the morning meal."

Dom clapped his hands together. "Good! Tomorrow it is! Now, tell us, where can we procure the sacks?"


Eafa returned later, with a pile of sacks, and sporting a black eye. It was plain he had not relished Lando being allotted to accompany him, but he reluctantly agreed, as he had no choice in the matter.

"I suppose it could have been worse, my lord," the injured man said to Lighe as he pressed a wet cloth to the injury. "After all, it was no more pleasant for him in that hutch where Leofric had him put, than it had been for you. And he was there longer."

"Tell us of our...the king," Wulf demanded, sitting on the sacks for comfort. "Where is he held?"

"He is in his own bed chamber, where he would be expected to be should anyone of importance come to see him. Leofric thinks he is kept drugged most of the time, but he is not. I see to that when I am there. Leofric pours the drug into the first wine jug of the day, and I take it into the room full, and it comes out empty. That's all he has asked of the guards outside the door - to check the jug. No-one, as far as I know, has gone to check on the king. And if Seaned, or his son, do come to visit the king, he mostly pretends to be asleep, as does the Lady Ermyngarde."

Eafa lowered his head. "Sometimes the kings pours a little of the wine into his cup, so that he can sleep at night. He is bothered by violent dreams, which is not surprising, considering he does not know where either of his sons may be. He will be glad to see you are both safe, my lords..."

Lighe's laugh was harsh, and dry, and devoid of any humour. "Tell us a better story, churl. The king cares nothing for either of his sons."

Eafa shook his head. "I do not say he has been a caring father, my lord, but he wished neither of you ill. That was why he sent Lord Thrydwulf to the Witan, pleading for their help to raise forces against Seaned and his son - except that Seaned's men intercepted them."

Wulf brow contracted. "My father sent me to...what do you mean by that?"

"The king told me himself, lord. He had long discovered that Seaned and Leofric meant to kill you and the Aetheling, but did not know how to protect the Aetheling, except by putting the Lord Dominic near you, hoping he would become your friend. All was in flux waiting for Lord Thrydwulf to return from the Witan."

"The Lady Ermyngarde lately got wind of Seaned's plans, too, somehow. That was why the king insisted she should leave - go to the King's sister, where she would be safe. But she would not go - would not leave him to face that vile pair alone - and was locked up with him."

"He sent that letter, by your hand, to the Witan, telling them these things, months ago. But Seaned and his cub are clever men. They bided their time until things should come out their way."

Dom turned to Lighe and saw he was thinking carefully upon what he had heard.

"If this be so, the king is not as steeped in infamy as we first thought. We must think it over, what is best to be done."

Emgard came to them at that moment, and requested of Caspar that he should hit her a few times about the face and body, to make her appear misused. "For there is no point, my lords," she said, seriously, looking about her, "in telling the story that I was held against my will, if I have no bruises to show for it."

She sighed. "I asked Lando to do it for me, but he refused. So I am asking you, my lord. Please..."

Lighe found he could not look as Caspar did as she requested. He hit her hard, and she cried out at it, but held her ground until he had finished with her. Then she sat by them, and leaned against Lighe for comfort.

"You are a brave woman, Emm. I salute you." He kissed her gently, as she wiped the blood away with a small cloth she had brought with her, and Lando, running hard towards them as he heard her cries, picked her up and carried her away to rest.

Dom eased the stiffness in his neck with a movement of his shoulders.

"The only thing that concerns me in this whole enterprise is that I am quite convinced a man in a sack bears no resemblance whatsoever to a mass of flour."

Eafa snorted. "Well, my lord, so it may be. But the men will be in sacks placed under other sacks filled with flour. They only have to look like sacks in the cart, and that they will. It is getting to the door up the long, open pathway was always the problem."

"As the cart is drawn up endwise to the door, the men may be slit out of the sacks and dash into the castle unseen - if someone is put on to distract any guards Leofric might have set at the door."

Lighe nodded. "Come, then, Dom. We will practise getting out of the sacks. There is no point in leaving it to chance. Dom, Lando, Wulf and I will be in the sacks, the rest of you can arrive at the gates in proper estate."

As Dom was bundled and tied into his sack, he wondered whether they would get away with it, or would they all be spitted on some sharp-eyed guard's pike. There was no time to rethink the strategy. It had to be done. He was glad that he and Lighe would have one remaining night together before they made the attempt.

Even if it was probably their last.

Comments

[mole-caz.livejournal.com]

Thanks Ru - Trojan horses, interesting!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Well, Trojan sacks, yes! Giggles. ;D

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Ah, the plot thickens! I have suspected that you placed Bernard in the king's role for a good reason.

And the flour sacks! I assume you have yourself read this ballad of Bendigaefran? I enjoyed that sort of thing as a teen, but now have no patience for it.

How sweet Elijah would be in that time, because I've no doubt that you're right that he would be a fierce and determined warrior. And his glorious hair would be longer!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Yes, most Welsh folks have read the Mabinogion, wherein Bran the Blessed lives, but I've not read it for over 30 years. I like folk tales, but prefer a rattling good novel, me. :D

And yes, Aethelighe's hair is very long indeed. It's how I like it! :D

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Ah, the Mabinogion! I've read tiny bits of it, and remember none, but at least I know whereof you speak.

[aliensouldream.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I like the thought of a warlike Lighe on horseback. The plot thickens - is Cerdic really not so evil as he seemed? That was such a funny bit with Viggo and the note! He really is supernatural. And trust Boyd to come up with the crazy flour sack plan. That was a horrible bit about poor Emm *winces*. I wish your intrepid band luck for their assault!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Warlike Lighe on horseback. A nice thought. I can picture it so clearly, too. :D

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

The intrigue and danger and excitement of this is wonderful, and keeps me reading eagerly until the last word when I wish for more to read. I hope Eafa is telling the truth.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Is Eafa a goody? I know! :D I'm soooo bad. Glad you like it, my love. :D

[ourdramaqueen.livejournal.com]

I really hope Eafa is telling the truth about Cerdic, and what is going on in the castle! Everything crossable crossed that their plan will succeed... brave Emm, willing to let herself be beaten up to make her story believable!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Brave Emm, indeed. It's all happening, now, folks. And not long to go until the end. ;D

[http://users.livejournal.com/tweedle_/]

I have been muttering 'Odin's Ball!' under my breath all day in the hope that when I next need an expletive, it will roll smoothly and easily of my tongue. :D Trojan horse, indeed! Am very interested to see how that goes off. :) Em is a brave woman and I do hope it turns out to be worth it. xxoo

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Odin's Balls! indeed! Yes, a nice round oath, if you'll pardon the pun. Well, elliptical oath, then. :D Emm is brave, and Lighe is handsome and Dom is cute and Lando is curly. What more could one ask? ;D

[http://users.livejournal.com/tweedle_/]

"A right buxom lady, I'd say, too, judging from her withers..." hahhahaha. Am re-reading before next bit and so enjoying the descriptions. And Brân the Blessed? Visions of Brian Blessed keep popping into my head. Did you see him hosting 'Have I got News for You'? He is quite the most unique individual. :)

[cat-luvs-guysx2.livejournal.com]

I am still here and finally getting caught up. I am rubbing my hands together in anticipation right now as the action begins to pick up. To the castle!!! I do hope the plan works, although I fear a slight hitch. As for Eafa.... I am withholding judgment for now but keeping my eye on him.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Keep your eye on him, my love. He'll be around for a bit longer. Glad you like it! :D

[laeliacatt.livejournal.com]

Trojan flour sacks! Brilliant! :) I just hope no-one sneezes. :D

Poor, brave Emm. I hope she isn't bruised and bloodied in vain and that they will fall for her story at the castle.

As for the King, that was a twist! Can it be that he's not as evil as he first appeared? Not the best of fathers, certainly, but perhaps not the ogre we thought he was. Hmmm...

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Dom did sneeze, I believe, in the next part!

Is Cerdic evol? Is he as bad as he seems? Ha! Not long to wait! :D

[janejanejane.livejournal.com]

An exciting episode again with some interesting twists and turns! I do hope their plan succeeds... So the king is perhaps not quite the monster he appeared *if* Eafa is to be believed. Emm is indeed a brave woman.

Looking forward to the next chapter, although I shall be on tenterhooks as they try to enter the castle undetected. It won't all be "plain sailing", I fear.

Thanks for such an entertaining story, dear Issi :-)

((((hugs))))
XXXX

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my love. Had a good rest this week, not done much at all, so I hope I can get this finished over the weekend! ;D

[janejanejane.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear you've been resting. Hoped you were as you'd not been on LJ much over the past few days. You've done really well so I too hope you can finish it this weekend.

XX

PS

[janejanejane.livejournal.com]

I'll have another go with those dates for coming to see you in case you don't get my previous post.

We'll come on Sunday 20th July and leave on Wednesday 23rd, so that will give us two full days on 21st and 22nd. Just hope we don't get flooded this time!

It was good to talk to you earlier and I hope you have a lovely evening with your family tomorrow :-)

Loves you!
XXXX

Re: PS

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my love. I'm sure I will! Looking forward to seeing you guys and Pauline in a few weeks! ;D xxx

Re: PS

[janejanejane.livejournal.com]

Not long to wait, just 3 weeks and 1 day until we see you, DV...! :-)

XXX

[pattilovesviggo.livejournal.com]

Exciting stuff! I hope Eafa is on their side, and Cedric isn`t such a baddie at all. I loved the plan of a Trojan horse, sounds a good plan to me. Poor Emm! What a brave lass she is. I wonder if Viggo wants to help me look through my letters, but p`raps not, they`re mostly bills.
I think this story will make good reading from start to finish all at once. Great story.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Well, he might be useful in making the bills disappear - who knows? I'll speak to you later, my love. ;D

[http://users.livejournal.com/saura_/]

I laughed so hard when lighe said "Odin's balls" *lol* I think I'm going to say that next time GD tries to make me angry *giggles insanely*

Such an interesting plan!!! *bounces exited*

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Bless! Odin's Balls sounds like a good oath, to me! :D xxx

[lisabellex.livejournal.com]

Ooh, the plot (like the gravy) thickens! Will Lighe and his men make it into the castle to rescue the King undetected? I hope so, and it'll be my pleasure to read on and find out! Alas, that will have to wait till tomorrow, as sleep beckons now. The loving was lovely as always, my dear, and such an entertaining chapter. Let's hope this Eafa's a man to be trusted.

Bravo!

xxx

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my love! My goodness, you have some catching up to do! bless. But happy you enjoyed it. ;D xxxx