Author: Dying In Black

Title: Lavender Eyes

Rating: Rated R for adult situations, Abuse, Rape, Homosexuality, and Language

Summary: A peasant and a pleasure slave meet and realize they have more in common than looks and eyes. Love from a King and Knight, Lysander is torn, Jessamine a tortured soul who had never dreamt of love, until he meets Robyn. But love isn’t easy when rivals, enemies and pasts are mixed into them.

Chapter One: Sins and Cream

Fierce pounding on the door startled the young sleeping man. He yawned and rubbed his eyes with small delicate fists. Pale blond hair spilled around his bed, the satin blue sheets draped around his slender pale body. He rose from the unmade bed and threw on a red robe as it trailed behind him. He unlocked the massive door and pulled the golden chain before opening the heavy doorknob and peeking out.

A large tan man stood before him. Dressed from head to toe in armor the man’s face was fierce with square jaw and a mustache brushed above his upper lip. Dark wavy locks spilled at the collar brushed away from his handsome face. Piercing blue eyes of a man with no emotion fell upon the young man before him.

Robert fell on one knee, his sword at his hip making it difficult, but not so much as the breathtaking beauty of the young man before him. Lysander was a beauty, heaven’s true light if anyone ever did see him. Long pale blond hair fell to mid thigh, slender pale limbs arranged to create a lithe supple being. An elfish face with large violet eyes surrounded by midnight lashes. Cupids bow made perfect full pink lips. Soft rounded cheeks the color of peaches and just as tantalizing as the pale swan neck.

He knew every curve that was hidden beneath the long thick robe, the way those hips swayed when he walked to the simple soft muscle on his milky calves. Those violet eyes that seemed to express every thought and feeling in his head, a beautiful creature that radiated that of the angels. Robert had been in love with Lysander ever since the boy had turned sixteen, six years ago.

“Lysander,” he said “King Devin has asked for you to accompany him in his studies,” as much as it hurt knowing that the beautiful creature belonged to his superior and most importantly King, Robert couldn’t help but scowl a little at his King’s request.

Lysander nodded in acknowledgement and thanked Robert before shutting the door with a soft ‘click’. Robert sighed and stood from his position, he stood for a while looking at the closed door before turning and walking down the hallway. Unknown to him the door opened a crack and a violet eye peered out before the door shut closed followed by an angelic giggle.

“Bastard!” cried out Jessamine as he kicked the guard’s crotch watching him crumple “You think you can burn my village, murder my people and then have your way with me?!” Dark purple eyes blazed in anger and with another swift kick Jessamine kicked the guard and ran.

The raven-haired boy ran barefoot to his village often cursing at the twigs that cracked beneath his toes. He made it to the village ignoring remarks from several of the people whose smudged faces brought only words of disobedience before going back to work. Jessamine made it to his home where he opened the door easily and ran inside where he was grabbed back by strong hands and shoved to the end of the room where his mother and two sisters stood cowering beneath the guards surrounding them. Jessamine ran into his mother’s arms as she held him and placed kisses on his dirt smudged face and brushed her fingers against the silky black locks.

A guard sat in their best chair; feet propped onto the table boots caked with mud and grass rubbing himself against his mother’s tablecloth. A cup of ale in hand he smiled a dirty smile at the cowering peasants drinking its liquid. He placed his cup onto the table and raised his arms to the back of his head before addressing them.

“Well…well Jessamine, this is the third time you’ve escaped from one of the many guards that have paid for your services in marriage yet you abandon each and everyone, not to mention injure their valuables,” he gave a cackled laugh making the two sisters cringe in fear.

Jessamine’s anger got the better of him as he barked out “You sick old man! Just because the Lord hasn’t punished you for your wicked sins doesn’t mean the Devil is willing to take part of them either you foul drinking ba-”

His words were cut off from a stinging slap at his cheek as he crumpled to the floor. Slender shoulders shook, hair falling onto his back spilling like ink over his shoulders and face. Jessamine turned to look at the ogre like man standing above him arm raised for another hit, but the arm never connected against Jessamine’s skin, but rather it was his mother who took it as she placed herself in front of her son. Protecting her child as any mother would do. She fell beside Jessamine and cried softly, her daughters wailing at the sight of their mother and brother beaten to the floor. They hugged one another before they were ripped apart by the hair and pulled from the house, Jessamine and his mother behind them held by the guards who had occupied their home just a few minutes ago.

“Tie them to the post” ordered the Captain as the guards went to do their bidding. They tied the two girls together and then their mother whose cheek was bruised a nasty welt cut at the side and slightly oozing with blood. Jessamine was the last to be tied arms placed by his side, feet secured and then wrapped around the thick tree that stood in the middle of the village, blood tainted the floors of the dirt ground and made tears race down Jessamine’s face as the Captain raised his rams at the wandering villagers whose faces had turned ghostly white.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” he called and walked to the middle of the tied prisoners “As you all know punishments are never taken so harshly except for a few occasions, but this is an exception. Meet the troublesome family, daughters who whore, mother who drinks and a son whose pleasure includes taking advantage of many noble guards. Is it just for them to run free? No. They have sinned and by the Lord’s command must be punished!” A blade was taken and all villagers stood stock still, afraid.

The Captain walked towards the two twins, the girls began to cry out wailing their mother and brother’s names as they struggled helplessly “Whores from the age of thirteen and thieves of the night! Sinners!” called the Captain as he raised the blade above their heads. Jessamine cried out, eyes wide with fear as he watched the blade connect with the throat of his sisters whose screams had reduced them to nothing but gurgling sounds.

“No! You bastard!! N-no! My God!!” wailed Jessamine as he watched his sisters’ heads slump forwards blood seeped into the front of their gowns. The captain smirked and wiped the bloody blade against Julia’s dress cutting it open before moving to Julie’s and doing the same, letting the town and guards watch the beginning signs of a woman’s endowments. He walked towards Jessamine next and once again prepared for another speech.

“Son of a bitch!” he roared, ignoring the tears that trailed down pale cheeks “Whore! Liar! Deceitful bastard!” and just when Jessamine thought the blade would connect to his throat it never did but instead the Captain had moved on to his Mother who was crying silently at her daughters’ dead bodies and opened chests.

“You bitch! You vile little slut! Drunken woman! You prostituted yourself and raised ill born children whose sins were as clearly marked as yours! You the one who took her husbands hand before killing him in his sleep!”

She cried. Shook her head furiously black hair disheveled flying around her face in messy curls. Blue eyes widened as the front of her dress was cut open and the Captain took the nipple of her breast and sliced it with the blade and she gave a wailing scream, the Captain smiled.

“A murderess and whore. A vile thing that should be punished!” The Captain turned to her sobbing form and raised his blade “Demon bitch!” he cried and stabbed her heart as Jessamine cried out “No!!!”

His mother’s eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in gasps. Tears leaked from her eyes before running red and falling gently onto her cheeks before trailing down to her chin and then to the ground. She died; eyes opened focusing on the only remainder living family she had. She watched her son, amazed like always at his beauty as she gave a hurt smile eyes never wandering from his beautiful face before she gently laid her head on her shoulder and finally met black…. then white.

“M-mama!” sobbed Jessamine as he struggled against the thick ropes; he cringed at the site of his mother’s beautiful face running red, her blouse open and one breast bleeding frantically. He cried against his shoulder muffling the screams that tore his heart before rage consumed him “Fucking bastard! You ill witted bitch! I fucking hope you rot in hell! I fucking hate you! Hate you!!”

The Captain tore his gaze from the dead woman and walked stealthily up to Jessamine whose ink hair had come loose from his ponytail covering one side of his face. The Captain grabbed a fistful of hair and tiled his head back, Jessamine clenched his teeth together nostrils flared awaiting for the Captains next move.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered leaning down to smell the pale flesh as Jessamine struggled under his grasp “So…so beautiful,” and as an after thought added, “Your father would have loved you,” he smiled and pecked Jessamine on the cheek.

“Sinners have been punished!” he concluded and turned to Jessamine “But this little whore will not be condemned the same way! For death is even greater than him! He will not die! But, he will suffer…greatly.”

Suddenly arms shot out and began to pull the ropes binding Jessamine off his lithe body and grabbing handful of parts of him. Jessamine cried out as he was wrestled to the floor his mind crying out ‘no, no not again! Please no not again!’

Guards positioned themselves two holding his arms down while one took the opportunity to pin his legs and cut the fabric of his trousers and ripping them away. Jessamine screamed and pleaded before he was thrust into.

“Suffering is the only answer…” preached the Captain and gave a smile as he watched Jessamine’s predicament “Suffering is the key to death.”

Commentary: Rough start, but I am hoping to smoothen out the edges. Lysander’s part was short, but that does not make him a supporting character. Next chapter will probably be written in a lot more detail about his ‘meetings’ with the King. Jessamine is whom I’m most focused on right now. He is a very complex character but as the story goes deeper into things I am hoping that sorrow wont be his ideal case. I hope you all enjoyed my story and that it wont be long, I hope, to start on the second chapter.

December 13, 2004 6:05