Chapter 3: Rising Action
With the clash of swords and the thunder of hooves, the final battle cry echoed through the narrow breeze tunnels of Tintagel Castle. The castle, built on the furthest reaches of Cornwall—the very face of the Western World—stood like a colossus, dominating the undulating expanses of green hiding the secrets of the earth in their sweeping, mysterious hills.
The turrets, clawing their way into the skies, seemed to snare the low lingering-clouds that wept their ancient tears.
The clamorous echo of battle had abated, and the fires smoldered. Those who had survived limped in the shadows of the castle Keep, or crumbled to the dank ground, wracked by war's thick, red poison.
Uther Pendragon, leader of the victorious army, wiped the greasy dirt from his powerful, beard-stubbled jaw before turning his piercing gaze toward the Great Hall.
"Come," he barked at his confidante and ally, Lord Agravaine. "Kingmaker Gorlois is dead, and his widow awaits her new husband's touch."
The fireplaces held embers aglow and the chandeliers, patiently held their flickering, weary flames afloat.
The welcome heat breathed life into the two commanders, whose faces were caked in war's grime. Lady Igraine, the beautiful Duchess and widow, awaited their entrance in a flowing, scarlet velvet gown which accentuated her slender figure as she descended from her seat.
"My Lord Uther, I see your battles have led you to your strongest conquest yet," Igraine whispered, lust dripping from her voice like honey, her sparkling green eyes landing heavily on the new King.
Her manner during supper was replete with subtly inviting invocations. The curve of her crimson lips and wily gestures matched her long, flowing hair as it caressed her bare shoulders. Her cleavage, barely contained by the gown's deep cut, taunted UYearn with each movement of her body. Uther did his best to suppress his urges, maintaining the during supper, speaking as the victorious King he was.
Later that evening Uther wasted no time in consummating his betrothal to Igraine. In the Duke's former bedchamber Uther's strong hands ripped the fine gown from Igraine's body, leaving bare her body for Uther to lust for.
Igraine expertly undid Uther's swordbelt. His pants fell to the ground along with the bet, revealing Uther's throbbing manhood.
Igraine's pupils widened, instinctively drawn to the sight before her. Uther kicked off his pants and boots, swaggering toward the naked Igraine.
"I knew you were a fucking wild animal when I laid eyes on you," Uther cursed, grabbing Igraine by the back of her head and pulling her face to his, tasting the sweetness of her lips and nipping her bottom lip, marking his territory.