WHITE KNIGHT CH.1

"The Woods"

A young woman walked through the woods near Transylvania. She was a peasent girl, a very beautiful one in fact. She had long slightly wavy raven black hair, fair skin, lips soft like rose petals, a thin, perfect body, and beautiful aqua blue eyes. She wore a simple peasant dress: a brown dress with a brown bodice, long brown sleeves, the skirt came down to her ankles, and the top showed her cleavage. She walked through the forest barefoot and hummed a tune to herself. It so happened that the prince of Transylvania, John Hunyadi was riding through the very same woods. He had to detour from his normal route because the bridge had been smashed by a fallen tree. He heard something. A sweet, melodic sound. It was a woman singing. He glanced through the trees and saw a beautiful woman skipping through the trees singing a tune. Hunyadi had to get a closer look. He silently urged his horse forward and followed the maiden. The fair maiden kept skipping through the trees singing the tune and found a patch of wildflowers near a large shady tree and amongst a very large patch of grass. She sat in the cool grass and began to pick the flowers.

Hunyadi was on the same path that she was and had a good view of her. He urged his horse on still and the black stallion understood his master's need to be as silent as possible. He was looking at a possible bride. Hunyadi grew ever closer to the maiden and stopped when he was close enough. The maiden continued singing and picking the flowers with her back to him. He leaned forward silently in his saddle watching her. That was when he saw her face... Hunyadi nearly fell out of the saddle. She was gorgeous. The wildflowers around her were nothing compared to her. She was a rose amongst weeds. And he wanted to pick the rose and take her back to his castle, to keep her and groom her to be a bride, his bride. Oh how he wanted to feel those soft, red rose lips against his, to feel her skin against his. Hunyadi dismounted from his horse and the maiden heard him. She could feel his eyes on her and could hear his footsteps. She felt him standing behind her. She turned to look behind her and dropped her flowers with a gasp. She backed away from him until her back hit the tree. The stranger had long flowing dark brown hair, a strong, muscular build, pale skin, a mustache, and kind dark brown eyes. Hunyadi stared at her and couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was gorgeous, a beauty too fair and divine for mortal eyes. Her chest rose and fell with her breaths of shock and fear. He couldn't help but train his gaze on her chest. He could see the pale skin that made up her cleavage from the low necked dress. Hunyadi tore his eyes away from her chest to her face. "I am sorry for startling you, fair lady." he said. "It is no trouble, sir." she answered still a little shaken by the surprise.

"Who are you?" she asked when she found the courage to speak. "Prince John Hunyadi." he answered with a bow. Her eyes showed surprise and slight fear. He had much control over her people, including herself. "What is your name, fair lady?" he asked. "Anette. Anette Pyre your highness." she said. Hunyadi recognized the last name. He had known her father. Her father was a hard working farmer with a wife and a daughter. His wife and daughter were both of gypsy blood. He had often seen the mother teaching the daughter dances. Her father had died serving in the Crusade and her mother died from tuberculosis. He had never heard of the daughter after that. But now she had grown into a beautiful young woman, fresh and ripe to be a bride. Hunyadi offered Anette his hand. She took his hand in hers and he helped her up onto her feet. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Pyre." he said kissing her hand. Anette couldn't help but blush. "Thank you. It is an honor to meet you Prince Hunyadi." she said curtsying. He didn't want to let go of her hand. It was so soft, dainty, and warm. "Would you like me to escort you home?" he asked still holding her hand. There was slight bewilderment in her eyes. "Yes my lord." she said with a curtsy. He smiled and helped her onto his horse. The stallion felt the woman on his back and felt slight annoyance. He would have to carry two people. His master mounted behind the woman and nudged his sides to carry him and the woman to the village. Anette looked at the scenery that wisped by her as she rode on Hunyadi's horse with him. She couldn't believe that he, the prince would even acknowledge her, a poor peasant girl.

When they arrived at her small cottage that served as her home Hunyadi let Anette down. "It was a pleasure my lady escorting you." he said. "Thank you." she said curtsying one last time. She went into her small home and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and the prince rode off to return to his castle. "What just happened?" she whispered to herself trying to figure out how the events that just took place occurred. The prince rode back to his castle and stabled his horse. He went to his chambers and locked the door. He leaned against the wall by the window looking out at the village near the castle. He saw Anette come out of her house to be swarmed by the women of the village asking her why she was with the prince. He smiled as he watched her blush and make up an excuse so they would leave her alone. They were satisfied with her response and left her alone. She went back inside and locked the door. Hunyadi couldn't get Anette out of his mind. She was gorgeous and so innocent. He wanted to see her again the next day.

Anette went upstairs to her bedroom and changed into her night shift. She laid in bed and pulled the covers over her. She felt longing in her heart to see the prince again sometime soon. She would go back to the spot where she met him and wait for him to come. She smiled to herself and blew out the candle by her bed on the little makeshift table and fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED.