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The Life of a Knight

The day was dump and the sky seemed full with gray clouds. The "Winged Horse" Inn was there with its straw roof and the simply made walls. The square building with the low roof was the only house for yards and yards in English countryside at least for those parts. The small stables to the back could host up to ten horses (perhaps fifteen if we cant the asses that were supposed to carry equipment). It wasn't much but it could provide a warm bed and perhaps warm food and a mug of good ale for the tired bodies, empty stomachs and thirsty throats.
The day was chilly and wet indeed and it seemed the perfect chance for someone to stop and take a break and either sleep in or be on his way once more. A pure-white, armored mare stopped outside the inn and her rider, also armed to the teeth with his strong armor, dismounted before removing his helmet, revealing his chestnut-colored hair, glistering from sweat (despite the coldness of the evening). He had traveled a long distance and despite the fact he was used to it, he was feeling every muscle of his body sore with the sweet soreness of adventure.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscular arms, a mass of muscles and heavy bones that looked almost as hard as the iron of his armor. The man appeared to be no more than 25 years of age and the sparkle in his bright blue eyes was the sparkle of youth, so intense and so obvious as the muscular body of his, a result of training from the earliest of his years. The eyes of a warrior though, that were not innocent to the very least but the eyes of a man who had seen battles and countless tournaments before, and he was thirsty for riches and glories, money and adventure.
His armor was made from the finest of metal with a white rose crescent obvious to his breast. There was a long, purple cape cascading down his armored back. His helmet appeared to be made to have the shape of a dragon's head. Under it he was wearing the usual, chain protection and beneath it a green shirt made of thick wool. From his belt hang a magnificent long sword, protected in its good leather sheath. Despite the fact the man was slightly dusty from his long trip, the sword remained well polished and its white handle was almost shining along with one or two blue jewels on it.
He petted his horse's neck tenderly in a thanking way before a stable boy came to take her. He gave the stable boy a small, bronze coin for the care of his mare. As for himself, he smirked and stepped into the welcoming warmth of the inn...

The inside was incredibly hot comparing to the chilly and wet cold of the outside. There was the fireplace providing enough warmth for them all. The wooden tables were scattered everywhere, awfully close to each other so sometimes it seemed hard to understand where your table ended and where the other table started. The wooden benches were also close to each other and this had as a result the sculls of the drunken men to bump into each other from time to time, when someone would start to cheer loudly while red-faced from ale and mead, with their beards powdered with bread crumbs and meat-fat, causing dry sounds.
The inn was packed with people as usually. The waitresses would pass from table to table carrying their disks with food or pewter mugs from table to table. Sometimes some of the men that were thirsty for more than just ale would smack them to the backside or the bolder ones even invite them (or drag them) to the table.
No one really paid attention to the drifter knight who entered the large dining room and sat himself to a bench at a table that happened to be vacant with no drunken men on it. He carefully removed his sword and placed it beside him to the bench. He waited there, fingers tapping against the wooden surface, waiting to be served. Soon, a quite plump, but still "tasty-looking" pink-faced waitress approached his table. Her peasant clothing was consisted of a simple brown skirt and a leather brown corset while beneath it she was wearing a cotton blouse which left her shoulders and collarbone bare and her cleavage left nothing to imagination. Her hair was cascading to her shoulders thick and curly under a white cloth that held them together.

"Can I take your order, Sir?" she asked meekly as she noticed the heavy armory and not to mention the handsome man in it.

The handsome knight curved his lips in a smile, a charming, seducing smile that most women couldn't resist. He looked at the waitress from head to toe, as if examining every detail of her until he finally spoke in a charming voice.

"I would like some ale, and maybe your company, if you do not mind." He said, giving her a wink

Blood rushed to the waitress' cheeks making them even pinker than they originally were. Certainly this wouldn't pass unnoticed by the self-conscious man. He knew very well how to make the prefect compliment to every woman, just like he knew what blow he had to achieve to every opponent of his to the battle.

"R-Right away...Sir..." the girl stammered, slightly playing with a tip of her straw-colored curly hair.

Fixing herself a little she left to the depths of the kitchen to bring his order. The inn was indeed full of merry men and laughter that evening. Warmth welcoming.

The knight noticed as the waitress blushed shyly and stammered at him and he smiled confidently. He knew very well of his reputation among women. He loved feeling desired by them! It was one the things he most enjoyed in his knight life... He could have all the women he wanted without getting attached to any of them. Arranged marriages... That was for boring nobles!
He was of noble blood himself, but as a middle brother, he had no right to his father's fortune. His elder half-brother, Nikodemos was the one who would inherit his father's lands but he never really cared about it. That was his problem. Christian enjoyed his carefree life, without having to worry all the time with titles and other boring things that were not worthy of his time.
He looked around the tavern. It was full of drunk men laughing, drinking, music playing and - what he liked the most - lots and lots of beautiful women he could flirt with! The handsome knight was silently counting how many women he found attractive and how many he thought were worthy of him. He would flirt with as many girls as possible and drink till his body couldn't handle it anymore. Tonight he just wanted to enjoy himself!

Not much time had passed and the waitress returned with a pewter mug, filled to the lip with good, black ale, which she placed upon the table, some of it spilled onto the wooden surface, for it was so full of the liquid. Her cheeks were still a bit aflame with pink color, as she suddenly seemed shyer and more timid, looking once at her feet and once taking shy glances upwards as if trying to count her toes and look at him to ask him whether he was right.

"W-Would you like to stay overnight, Sir? So a room will be prepared for you...? Or perhaps something to eat...? W-We have excellent boar meat being prepared at the kitchen right now..."
She had spoken to her boss inside the kitchen. The innkeeper had advised her to go to him, offer him as much as she could till he would drink himself to stupor and suck his wallet dry. The innkeeper had noticed the pouch of gold hanging from his belt.
However the waitress, who always saw more of the clients rather than just the wallets, she had learnt to tell the characters of the clients. This particular one didn't need her help to spend his money. On the contrary he seemed ready to do so, not caring whether he would have money the day after or better...as if he was certain he would GET the money the day after somehow.
She usually did not like all knights. Some of them would just ruin the countryside but the specific one... He was charming like a male-siren, his smile full of white teeth was completely impossible to ignore... The very much promising smirk of his, his sharp, lustful eyes on her seemed to be burning holes inside her, making her feel ashamed and excited at the same time.
She wetted her dry lips with her tongue and fixed herself a bit more; her heavy breasts that had nothing to keep them intact except the leather corset beneath them. The man had the manly scent of sweat and horse and also fresh air from his journey. He seemed to have a never-ending thirst but not just for ale, like the one that she had just brought to his table.

The charming knight turned over to face the woman in front of him, his lustful eyes wandering through her whole body. His eyes were fixed on her breasts as she fixed herself.

"Hmmm.. My, my... What precious babies you have there!"
He thought to himself as he wetted his lips in anticipation, feeling the rush of youth running through his veins. He looked up at her again and smiled once more with his charming, seducing smile.

"Of course I would like to stay overnight. But you know... Sometimes I feel lonely, so... I would love to have some company for the night, if that's okay with you."
He winked at her, smiling in a charming, irresistible way.

The blush on her cheeks only grew darker as she swallowed hard and took a raspy breath. A thousand of fantasies rushed through her head and none of them seemed impossible for this restless man. She lowered her head, playing with her fingers nervously and in excitement.

"I-If that...p-pleases you, my lord..." she said in a low voice barely heard over the noise of the inn

His grin grew as he heard the waitress' answer. He took the mug with the beer and drank almost half of it in one gulp.

"Oh, I am sure you won't regret it, my lady." He said, winking at her once more.

Then he pulled her over to him, putting an arm around her waist.

"C'mon, don't be shy! I don't bite! Unless you ask me for it..." He said, smirking and looking at her with playful and lustful eyes

The waitress gasped more of surprise and excitement rather than fear or something. There was brute force mixed with gentleness in his acts, a combination she practically loved and made her excited for more.

"M-My lord!" she gasped blushing even more.

His compliment when he had called her "lady" for sure did more the job to her for her heart was bounding even harder, practically hammering against her ribcage. She made no move to protest his brute embrace. On the contrary she ran her palm against his armored chest, dying to feel the hard muscle beneath the layers of clothing and metal. His ale-smelling breath was so close to her ear that it made her shiver like a little girl, excitement and lust overflowing inside her like a river of fire.

His hands moved gently from her waist to her back and then back at her waist, caressing her softly as he pulled her even closer to his body. He took another gulp to his ale, quickly emptying the mug. As soon as he finished, he called for another waitress to bring him more ale and some food - not forgetting to flirt with her, of course - and also invited her to join him in his table with a seducing and charming smile.

Her breath was caught in her throat feeling his hot breath on her neck and bare shoulders and his warm lips so close to her throat. She now sighed blissfully as if she was drowning in absolute ecstasy feeling his impatient hands all over her body. Her leg was over his lap now, practically curled up against him, as if she got slightly jealous and fired up by his flirting behavior with other girl.
The ale and boar meat had come to the table along with the notice that the room would be prepared soon enough. The waitress was also pink-faced at the obvious intimate scene before her, her colleague on the lap of this man, in ecstasy as if dead-drunk and at the same time thirsty for more, when she left her stuff and left.

As soon as the beer and food arrived, he gulped the bear as if there was no tomorrow and also started eating like a pig, as if he had two stomachs. However he would occasionally stop to whisper something on the waitress's ear and playfully tease her by running his lips through her neck, making her beg for more. He was ordering a mug of ale after the other; he wanted to drink till he could no longer bear it. He was almost clearly drunk by now, his hands running through the waitress' body as he pulled her even closer, his lips only a few inches apart from her face.

The waitress would indeed beg him for more, as her skin was shivering every time his lips would tease her neck, the crook between her throat and her shoulder. Beer and food was indeed plenty on his table and he sure seemed like he didn't care. His hands were also on her body, over her clothes and even teasing her as if the hands would move under the material, making her really wish for more. It was as if the strong ale he was downing like water was making her drunk too with him. His face was flustered by alcohol and his flesh even hotter than before. He seemed ready to burst into his armory from heat and for her room seemed hotter than before.
He was growing impatient or at least that was what he showed, alcohol giving him extra boost for whatever he wanted for that night. He drew her even closer and she gasped and sighed. When his ale-smelling breath met her own, she couldn't take it much longer, both hands holding his face and she was fully over him now, with her legs to either side of his thighs as her lips joined his in a thirsty kiss, as if she needed desperately to suck breath out of him to keep herself alive.
His breath tasted strong ale and a mixture of oregano, garlic and sauce from his dinner, the smell of his sweat was close to her nostrils as she kissed him as if there was no tomorrow.

He kissed her with a flaming passion burning inside him, his hands touching her body hungrily. His tongue was exploring every inch of mouth, hungrily, desperately... He felt his blood rushing with adrenaline, lust and hunger... The alcohol sure was giving him extra energy and he was feeling impatient, so impatient...
His hand touched one of her breasts and he smirked between her lips, pulling her even closer to him, wanting to feel her body pressed against him as hard as possible.

The woman was now in heat as well, forgetting everything else, her job, her humble blood, everything was thrown in thin air in the cloud of lust as she kissed him like she would lose herself, even moving on him in a rhythm in a begging kind of way to pray that he would continue. Her own tongue, wildly trying to keep up with him and battling him, or better...trying to. Her fingers were sunk into his thick chestnut hair, desperately gripping for support.
His hands playing wildly with her breasts were increasing her impatience. It mattered not to her she was in a public place right now, it mattered not even if a preacher was inside at that moment. All she wanted was him. Him and him only!

He was feeling her impatience growing and he felt heat flooding through all his body as he grew even more hunger and desperate for her... He loved to feel desired like that by a woman! He stopped kissing her lips and went to her neck and then down to her collarbone, kissing her hungrily, desperately... He didn't care about who was watching! His hands were restless as he kept caressing her eagerly, now grabbing her butt as he playfully bit the skin on her neck.

The woman trembled and let out a loud gasp feeling his lips onto her skin and subconsciously leaned her head back to give him more access to her flesh, moaning and gasping.

"God! Oh, God!"
Her hands felt desperate to hold onto something and she grasped his shoulders for dear life, practically allowing him to do anything he wanted. Her shirt had slipped slightly, revealing more of the beginning of her breast but she did nothing to correct that.

"Oh, God! My lord!"

"Yes... Scream for me... Desire me..."
His mind was echoing as he continued his work, grabbing her now even tightly as before. His impatience was growing more and more, just as his desire. He continued kissing all the way up her neck till her lips again, with one hand at the back of her head while the other was holding her thigh underneath her skirt, slowly moving up and down teasingly, hungrily, in a flaming, burning passion that was consuming his entire body.

"God! God my lord!" She half-screamed, half-moaned.

His hands were roughened by the sword but the tickling sensation his hard skin was making as it came in contact with her bare skin of her thigh was enough to make her tremble in desire, goosebumps all over her skin.

"My lord...ahhh...p-please..." she moaned helplessly, grabbing even tighter.

His hands were burning onto her, hot from booze and lust and his hungry lips were devouring her now, like they had devoured the food and the liters of beer before.

Christian was smirking between his kisses, touching her hungrily, feeling all the more fired-up by her screams of pleasure. Then the heat burning inside him was unbearable and his lips left hers just enough so he could pant for a gasp of air.

"Is...my...room...ready?"
His voice gasped as he struggled to put air back into his lungs, as his intense passion was left him breathless. He could no longer bear this impatience, this strong desire that was taking control of him now.

"Ahh...it should be...! Anything...anything for you...my lord..." the woman said dreamily, her face more flustered than ever now.

Her impatience was also obvious now. She looked over her shoulder at the waitress that was there before, she was at the entrance. She signaled with her head as if to ask about the room. The other girl must have got it, cause she blushed and nodded before leaving. The woman sighed dreamily as if she was being burnt by fire and looked at him with a half-silly, half-drowsed smile

"...it is ready...my lord..." she told him grabbing his armored shoulders

He smirked as he heard her answer and without wasting any more time, he grabbed the woman on his arms and carried her to his room, where a bed was prepared for them, staggering and pumping into some people in his drunkenness, but he was trying as hard as he could to maintain his balance, as he was desperate to fulfill his burning desire. As they entered the dim room, he practically threw her on the bed - of course not with brute force as he did not wanted to hurt her, but he was still a strong man - and he desperately started to remove his heavy armor, that right now, was only a big and useless nuisance that was keeping him away from the wonderful body of the waitress.
As soon as he got off the annoying armor, he lied down in the bed again with her, kissing her non-stopping, his hands slowly and carefully undoing the knots on her corset.

The waitress had followed the drunken knight, often having to secure herself onto him. When her back hit the bed she gasped but not out of pain but of anticipation. She saw him struggle with his armor (which luckily was easier to take off than to wear) and her anticipation grew with every piece of clothing that wouldn't come off... Till finally his body was revealed to her, his woolen clothes plastered against his skin from sweat. She gasped seeing his hard muscles beneath, nearly drooling at the sight. When he "attacked" her she gasped, grabbing onto him for dear life, arching her back with loud moans as he worked onto her clothes. Oh, yes! She wanted it off! She wanted it off right now!

He had succeeded in removing her corset and was now working on the shirt beneath it, throwing it across the room. He started kissing her bare breasts and belly as his hands were now trying to remove her skirt, slowly and teasingly.

"God! Oh, God! Please! M-more my lord!...I beseech you more!" the woman moaned helplessly arching her back even more as if begging him to remove her last clothing that seemed so unbearable to her now

As if answering to her pleas, he finally removed her last piece of clothing and started to remove his as well, as he was feeling so impatient that he could no longer bear this burning, flaming need inside him.

Sighing and breathing as if she was dying, she grabbed him, feeling his amazingly well-built body come closer to hers, her legs going up and down his bare hips in the process, pushing her torso upwards to feel more of his flesh as she did so.

He kissed her hungrily once more, allowing his tongue to brush her teeth, battling with her tongue as his hands moved through her naked body, feeling energy rushing through his veins! He "attacked" her, wildly, hungrily, wanting to hear her beg him for more! He moved his body against her in ecstasy as he felt the energy bursting within his blood, uniting his body with hers in a dance of love and lustful passion.

Their bodies became one mass as the woman started to cringe and moan now with every move of his, trying to move with him, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for dear life, as both of them joined in the most primitive act of all...

His body moved in a fast, uncontrollable rhythm, feeling his body bursting with ecstasy and pleasure! He didn't care about anything else other than the woman's body beneath him, feeling her all over him, hearing her moaning and begging for him to continue, making him feel even more hungry as his hands explored every part of her body hungrily and he kissed her as if there was no tomorrow.

The woman was cringing, moaning and kissing him deeply as if there was no tomorrow, as her legs had grabbed onto him desperately for more contact. He was picking up pace, which sent bolts of pleasure to her entire body! She was so surprised that a man in his drunkenness like that, after consuming almost a barrel of strong ale, could be this aware right now and so steady to his movements!
He knew what she liked and how she liked it! And that was not all, he was actually doing it with the greatest of accuracy, as if the drunkenness was not blinding him, but guiding him instead!

"God!...Ahhhh...God, my lord!...Haaahhh...my lord! Please...! More! More! Oh yes!" she was mumbling in the midway, when his lips weren't hungrily sealing hers or when his teeth and lips and tongue were exploring her neck.

She picked up pace with him now, at the dialogue between their naked flesh, the primitive act of Venus they knew from the ancient of years... Her arms were wrapped around his broad shoulder for dear life and her nails were practically digging his flesh in passion and lust, in absolute ecstasy.

He moaned as he felt her nails digging into his flesh, feeling all more fired up! He loved when women did that; it was a pleasurable pain that always made him eager for more! He was moving along with her, flesh on the flesh, feeling his body burning in pleasure as he continued his rhythm, energy rushing through his veins, flooding through his entire body. His lips were kissing her hungrily on her lips, on her neck, on her collarbone, hands caressing her body wildly, touching her in all the places he knew a woman loved to be touched... Her moans and screams of pleasure for sure were giving him even more energy and ecstasy, making him increase his rhythm as if wanting to answer to her desperate pleas. He was going wild, like a hungry animal, so desperate for more! He didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to taste her, to feel her all night long! He kept doing that all night, surely surprising the woman with his great stamina until finally, after hours and hours of lovemaking, his body finally gave in to the alcohol's effects and exhaustion dominated him and he lay down beside her, layers of sweat covering his entire body as he panted and gasped for air, cursing his own body by giving in to the tiredness.

The woman was utterly exhausted, her large and heavy chest moving up and down in her raspy breath. Her body was too covered in sweat and her straw-colored hair was stuck onto her forehead and neck with it. She was indeed shocked at how long he had lasted before dropping himself from alcohol.
She looked at him, still panting heavily, her neck was full of marks from his passionate sucking and kissing, lips also swollen but her body was aching with the sweet soreness of the intercourse, feeling light-headed in fatigue and ecstasy, an illusion of the intensity she experienced before.

His strong arms wrapped around her, now more gently, pulling her closer to him in a passionate embrace. He was planting small kisses on her face and his hands were caressing her more softly now. He was still struggling to put air back into his lungs, but he sure was very satisfied from his intense hunger.

Panting still, almost unable to find her breath again she snuggled closer to him, still trying to kiss him more, as if to persuade him she was fine but everyone could tell she was practically exhausted and at her limit of collapse of fatigue right now.

He finally gave in to his exhaustion and fell asleep with her, his body still tangled with hers, his chest moving slowly with his now calm breathing, finally letting himself rest from the amount of fatigue.

Panting heavily, she drifted to sleep as well...

The morning sun shone brightly through the windows of the room where the two lovers were sleeping. The first sunrays were already touching the knight's body, making his eyes open slowly and drowsily... He was feeling heavy, so heavy and his head was spinning as a consequence of last night's excess of alcohol. However, the young knight was already used to it. He smiled down softly at the sleeping woman on his arms, remembering about last night... Oh... How much he had enjoyed it! He planted a few kisses on her face, still holding her tightly. He was feeling so heavy and dizzy... It was as if all his muscles were weighing a ton and it was so hard to move, so he decided to stay in bed for a little while before trying to get up once more.

The soft kisses made her eyelids tremble softly and open. She looked up at him, rolling on her back drowsily, smiling sheepishly.

"Hmm…my lord..." she mumbled as the sunlight was falling upon her wheat-colored skin on her juicy body, her breasts now in plain view in the sunlight in comparison of the lamp-light the night before. She kissed his lips softly, drowsily.

He kissed her back, his tongue softly caressing the roof of her mouth, pressing her body against his well-built chest, his hands going down from her waist to her thigh, gently caressing her body. As he finished his kiss, he planted another quick peck on her lips and he smirked slightly at her.

She felt herself blush under his intense eyes, even after a whole night of intimacy.

"My lord...last night was amazing... You are...amazing!"

He chuckled softly as he heard her compliment and he smirked at her once more.

"Of course, my dear... " He said confidently, full of self-confidence and pride.

He already knew this, of course. He was amazing! And that's why women all around the feud couldn't resist him. He kissed her softly on the lips once more before adding in a low, seducing whisper.

"You were amazing too, my dear..."

She shivered like a small bird in his touch and blushed again at the compliment.

"Th-Thank you my lord..."

He chuckled to himself again before kissing her once more, his strong and muscular arms tightening around her body, his hands now caressing her sweaty back tenderly and at the same time teasingly.

She shivered in response, arching her back as if to increase the contact.

He smirked at her after finishing his kiss, feeling satisfied with himself. He loved to feel desired by a woman and please her without necessarily have a bond to hold him... He was free like a bird and he enjoyed that so much! He stood there with her for a few more minutes, kissing and caressing her, enjoying her company for a little while before going to his next adventure.

However, like every free bird, he enjoyed his freedom, his non-bonding life. After a few hours, and after refreshing with some clear water and enjoying a good breakfast with fresh mead, warm bread and meat, he had one of the stable boys to assist him with his armory, and after paying the innkeeper a good boost of money for the ale he had drunk the night before and for the feeding and taken care of his horse, he grabbed his sword, mounted his faithful mere and rode off for his next adventure, in the gray, wet and chilly new day, without looking back again...

Well...I think it was about time for me to post the first chapter of the Medieval Yugioh Story created by me and AnaPaulaDBZ (DA account)

(Because there is no T+ here I decided to rate it M instead. Just in case)

Anyway here's a typical day for Christian Seto Rosenkreutz! Drinking, girls...what else could he ask for?!
Hehehehehehe!
The girl he flirted with, looked somehow like this: (you can visit my DeviantArt account to see it)
(She is not THAT beautiful but she is sweet and...well...she seems quite willing to say the very least! She was charmed by our dear knight! )

Like I have mentioned before, our story takes place in 12th century more or less, so we are in the middle exactly of Middle Ages, the start of the acme of the civilization and yes this is also the age where Knight Literature and stuff was born (of course Knights existed centuries before!)

I want to thank my Partner-In-Crime AnaPaulaDBZ for the wonderful job she did for the cover image!
(Check her account out to see her work)
and her roleplay. I hope you will enjoy this as much as we did roleplaying it.

Christian Seto Rosenkreuz: AnaPaulaDBZ

Tavern Girl: katerinaaqu

Introduction/Chapter Epilogue: katerinaaqu

TRIVIA

*Christian Seto Rosenkreuz originally belongs to Yu-Gi-Oh video game industry, the adaptation of Wars of the Roses that took place in England in late 15th century. In the game Christian is the knight of White Rose who calls upon the Duelist to take his part. Then the player has to decide what side he is in. Our story is a completely different thing taking place in 12th century and has more...realistic basis instead.

*Knights were secndary sons of nobles without rights to their father's fortune. Usually the first son was the heir, the second became a priest and all the others became knights, "professional soldiers" who lived only by war. Knights would take part in tournaments hoping to get good fame so other noblemen could hire them as bodyguards, generals etc. or hoping that someone could give them land.

*Only the richest of people could have horses because horses require great care. Plus the knights should have lots of money in order not only to feed the horse they had but also the squire (if they had one) and the mule (that usually was with them to carry stuff such as provisions and weaponry). Also the knights' armory was very expensive because it was custom-made always.

*Knights were originally "created" by the needs of war. In Early Middle Ages there were no House Crests so everyone wore heavy armory. The House Crests were created as a necessity to recognize friend from foe in battle.

*When Knights weren't fighting they usually stole, burnt, destroyed or raped from farmers. Nobles and Churchmen tried to control them first with religeous weapons and later with literature. Knight "code" and knight love songs were nothing else by a way to..."set an example" for them, hoping that they would be able to control them.

*Christian is 25 years old in this story. He is considered a full-grown up man for his time, since people usually never lived above their forties. Knights lived a dangerous life because of tournaments so the reasons for Christian to be famous increase.

*Taverns and inns had more or less the same use as they had today. They were a station for travelers who needed a place to rest and change or feed their horse. Tavern girls at those times were no different than prostitutes and many times men would call for one of them for the night.

*Even if Church never approved this, men would have many lovers/mistresses/women in their life. What Christian appears to be doing here is not a rare fact. However Middle Ages in general hide a very surpressed sexual behavior when it comes to common people, who usually follow the rules of the church. However nobles and much more knights, rarely ever followed them.

*Ale was and is one of the most famous drinks in England.

*A Knight of 12th century could not marry because they did not have lands. Christian here talks about Nobles who HAD to marry out of political reasons (sometimes after a decision of their vassal lords and not after their own will).

Please do not use/steal/copy any of this unless you have mine and/or my friend's permission. Thank you.