Knights and Ladies

Rising Curiosity

I flip my eyes open to the soft fixings of the roof of the bed above me. Stuffs like white pieces of soft clothings... No, blankets crisscross each other, forming a sort of roof carpet.

I heave, noting how weak my body feels. It's the kind of weakness you get when you just wake up feeling refreshed but you still don't have the guts to rise up.

Without moving my head, I roll my eyes down to see more details of where I am, noting the soft silk gown that is over my breasts.

Honestly, I don't think I'll ever get accustomed to having breasts- Like ever!

Okay, back to the topic. I raise my head Abit to stare down. As I do, more imagery floods my eyes, a wall of white, almost transparent walls of linen forming a rectangular barrier around the large bed I am on.

Suffice to say that this is a king Sized Bed... No, that doesn't fit well. I am a lady... So QueenSized bed.

Ah God.. That is n...not right!

I am a guy at heart so this is King... You know what, never mind!

Phew!

On top of the bed is the pinkish bedspread and cozzy milky white blanket which wraps me from the waist down or appears so because I pushed it down

There are pillows almost as big as my head too, to my waists that I partially lie on, forming a ridge of sort that blends well with my back.

What I mean by blend well is... I don't even feel any ache, despite the pillows reaching my waist side because it just sort of works well with me.

Mehn... I could get used to this.

But... Wasn't I in a battle before?

"WAAA..HHH...!" I yelp as I jolt up immediately, my face a mask of horror.

Did Galahead capture me?

"Uh? Oh No No No..." I mutter, pangs of fear seeping through my body as I begin breathing rapidly, as my eyes focus on the sole entrance into the linen walled bed at my feet.

It is like two curtains parted to...

THUD...

Wait..!

THUD... THUD...!!

"Eh? Footsteps?" I whisper to myself, reaching my left set of fingers to the air before me.

THUD... THUD... THUD...!!!

Those are definitely footsteps, yes, they got to be. And I am not wrong as the silhouette of a female bulky form begins to rapidly gain on me from the right.

Turning my head to the direction, I can see the double arch wooden doors that swing slowly to shut on themselves. But before the doors close, I see the form of another person walk off.

And this one seems masculine even though he has some sort of gown on.

"My lady..." A gentle voice arrests my attention and I return my gaze to the entrance of the bed.

In front of me is a middle-aged woman with a wide smile, her left hand holding the middle of her right hand, just below the elbow.

"Good day to you, My Lady. I'm glad you've awoken." She says with the smile on.

She is blond... Like blondish white hair is on her puffed face with folds at the edge of her eyes, a very pointy nose- which I am not used to because where I am from, we do not have pointy noses --, a round oblong face.

She has this apron on which is amber checked. Behind the apron is a faded deep blue gown that I can't tell if it's short or not because she stands at the edge of the bed.

Wait.. Awoken?

Right, she said I have awoken? I am sure I heard right, right?

"Awoken?" I ask, to clarify because I totally lost myself trying to focus on all the details of her body.

Yeah, I am that detailed, deal with it!

"Yes, Samantha." She says, bending her frame to seat on the edge of the bed, sideways in a way that she has her right shoulder turned partially to me.

"You saved us. You saved all of us. Samantha, you're our hero, the true Lady of Titledom." She beams her smile, one hand reaching to touch my clad feet.

And believe me, I am not comfortable with that!

"And who are you?"

The woman seems taken aback but she quickly composes herself with her smile oncemore.

"Ah, My lady must have forgotten me. I am Claire, Mrs Claire or Madame Claire as you like to call me. And I am your Chamberlain or in more specific terms, I am your nurse."

Nurse, I understand, but Chamberlain?

"What's that? Chamberlain, what does it mean?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows, confusion oozing about me.

"Ah...My lady must be having one of her regular Amnesia bouts."

Wait... Regular?

Since when did Amnesia become regular for you, Samantha?

"A chamberlain is the person in charge of a room in the castle. The job is to clean the room and take care of it and to see that the occupants have a cozy experience in it." Claire purses her lips, exhaling. "Samantha, you actually do not know what the term Chamberlain means?"

"Yes. "

Wait, who am I kidding? I am Sam, not Samantha

So why the heck do I feel like I have to answer, when she asked a stupid question.

I mean, if i did know the meaning of Chamberlain, would I bother her with it?

Seriously?

"It's okay, My Lady." She taps gently at my feet.

I roll my eyes..

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ah!" I groan, holding my face in my hands.

"My Lady, you shouldn't make sudden movement with any part of your body, especially your eyes." Claire says, holding my shoulders as she rocks me gently.

Yeah, serves me right!

But wait... I never roll my eyes. So why did I do that?

Oh Ho!

Don't tell me, Samantha's characteristics are beginning to blend into me now?

If so, am I going to start fingering myself?

Come on, don't think that, Sam. Ahem... Samantha!

But don't blame me. All of this is strange for me. Those stunts I pulled, at the first scene... Those were because I have tons of experience playing adventure, kingdom type rpg games.

Not because I enjoy myself.

To be very honest, I'm scared... What if I don't return back home, you know to my family?

No... I shouldn't think that!

Soon, I will wake up and be back and all of this will be history, right, Sam, right?

Whew... I am not even sure.

Welp!

Claire pulls away just in time as I raise my head and pull my legs together.

"How does your body seem?If you're having those recurring head aches, say, I will prepare the medicines for you, are you?" She has worry all over her eyes as her hands rest on my shoulders once more.

But still, I push her hands away softly, my mind still worrying about the last event that happened.

"What happened to Galahead? And the Dark Knights?"

Claire smiles, noticing my hidden agitation. "My Lady, you discomfited him. By his defeat, the entire Dark Knights turn tail and fled because of the fear of you. I tell you, your brave acts was just enough to rejuvenate the weary knights of Titledom and what followed next was an ensuing s*******r of the slow to run Dark Knights. However, you slumped after the whole victory."

Oh, that is actually good.

I passed the scene Objective. The system ought to notify me so, where's my Ding...

Ah... No no...

My previous ding ding experiences have not been nice so far. There's always these splitting headaches accompanying, so zip it, system.

You hear me? Zip It!

DINNNNNNNNGGG....

"Aaaaaaarggghhhhh HHHHHH..." My ear drums vibate at the sheer intensity of the ache that racks my frame, causing me to jerk forward, falling into the hands of an alarmed Claire.

My Head, Damn!

One day, I swear, I will find the system and kick it's a*s. Because I don't want to believe that it is not a person behind this system. I mean, why does it ding me so painfully?

It's almost as if it's bullying me. And to top it all, the usual blue screen interface that appears is not here.

See? That System got to have a person behind it and I swear...

Zip it Sam...

The system can still hear you!

"You are definitely not alright, Lady Samantha." Claire whispers into my hearing.

Now, there's a soft matching of steps towards us and so I lift myself up, jamming eyes with a man, middle aged I think.

"Claire... How long have I been asleep?" I ask, my eyes never leaving the man before me who lightly kowtows.

"My lady!" He softly greets.

"It is about two days..."

"What? That long?" I gasp and catch the Mister suppressing a laugh as he looks away.

"Yes, My Lady!"

"You? Who are you?" I frown at the new comer.

"Erh... My lady." He starts.

He has short black hair, with a loose brown gown on him and strap sandals.

Speaking of which, Claire is wearing an ankle length gown to support her large frame.

The Mister has a shoulder strap leather brown bag, from his left shoulder to the right hip, a little black sheath of knife or dagger as the case may be by the left hip. His face looks Roman kind of. - I mean, I watched Spartacus so I know how this look looks like Gladius exact.

I don't know if it's Gladius but that guy who owned the house where Spartacus lived, the owner of the gladiator training house or stuff.

You get the drift right?

Exactly, except for the black hair.

"I am George. Steward of the Castle." He says with a brief nod.

Steward, right? That's the title for the person who oversees the castle...

Not sure, I should ask.

I mean, modern day definitions don't exactly fit in in this era.

"And what is your duty?"

"I see to the day to day activities of the Castle, bearing the Lord's purse and reporting directly to the Lord of the Castle but I'm this case, I will be reporting to you." He says with a nod and that amused face.

"To me eh!"

"Only for the time being." He quickly cuts in.

Wait... What?

"George..." Claire hastily chides, her eyes frowning at the Steward.

George makes to talk but is silenced by a raised finger of Claire. "No!" She mouths. "Don't say that!"

"Wait.. Don't say what?"