Prince of Thieves, Parte the Fyfth

[The Fallen]

I bet your wondering how this all got started. It starts with a woman (doesn't it always).
So there I was engaged in amorous pursuits with the not-so-innocent daughter of the Archbishop of Cordallia, Lucinda. In Fact, she taught me a few things, wonder of wonders.
So we were in bed making with the rumpy-pumpy, when the door to the guest suite crashed open, disgorging quite the number of my father's guards. I tumbled out of bed, grabbing my breeches as I leapt towards the balcony window, only to stop short before two loaded crossbows in the hands of two elite guardswomen (Tania and Nyssa; Tania makes those cute chirpy sounds and Nyssa is a blonde au natural and,,, oh where was I, oh yes).
There I was, trapped, naked, and armed only with my charm and wit. This would be too easy... until my father strode in, with a very lived Archbishop of Cordallia in tow.
All but forgotten in the excitement, huddled under the sheets, Lucinda shrieked aloud, tears flowing, "D-D-Daddy!"
The outraged patriarch looked aghast at the sight and said, "My poor precious baby."
Two flint gray eyes turned in my direction, "You'll pay for this outrage, Dostron. After I get through with you for deflowering my angel, there won't be..."
An "Ahem" from father halted his tirade and he gave me a long suffering look.
"Well Prince Dostron, t'would seem that you have overstepped your boundaries..." An 'again' hovered on his tongue as his eyes twinkled with amusement.
His Grace, however, went off again, "Overstepped! Your Majesty. I demand that action be taken. My only child despoiled and any chance of advantageous alliance or political marriage has been ruined by this... this..."
The Archbishop spluttered a few times then whirled around to face my father and spoke firmly, "There is no honorable course but for he who took my innocent daughter in sin, and marry her!"
Marriage! I, the great Dostron Copria, swashbuckler, rogue, gentleman, and prince to the Elven Throne (second in line, although a few pure-breed counds might have greater pull then I on the council. Oh, didn't I mention, my father remarried several decades after the death of his first wife, but my mother was human)
I found my voice and protested, "Father, I protest." (Witty, aren't I)
"Now, Dostron, you are a Prince of the Throne, and you did deflower the maiden." My father's light if not slightly serious tone made me smile inside, I would get out of this...
"Actually father, no, I didn't..."
His Grace exploded, "You dare! You dare try to shift the blame to my sweet angel?! I will call down the might of Rugallis Everswift and curse you for that spurious insult!!"
"I think not, Archbishop Tanthis... Behold!" And with a swift yank, I pulled the covers off the bed, revealing not only a very naked and luscious Lucinda, but the rumpled and stained 'white' sheets, discolored with sweat and the plunders of passion, but nary a sign of the sanguine mark of the deflowered maidenhead."
"Face it, your grace, your daughter is a strumpet"
...
...

And all nine hells broke loose.
... Lucinda shrieked
... Tanthis roared
... The guards smirked
... Lucinda gasped
... Father rolled his eyes
... Tanthis foamed at the mouth
... Lucinda fainted...

While the Archbishop had his apoplexy, father had me escorted to quarters. I languished there for a full half-hour, a virtual prisoner in my own room, exchanging quips and comments with the guards. I even wagered that one of their number might even end up that night in a tryst with Lucinda (I won, of course).
Just another day in the life of the Prince of Thieves, until father placated His Holy Pompousness with a sentence I could not escape... Exile.
Temporary, but still, I was flabbergasted. Ten years away from the elven babe capital of the world. Oh the morality (or lack thereof).
...And so began my adventures in the world...

[lovechild]

quite an enjoyable read, thank you george...