Author’s note: After reading some excellent fantasy, I decided yo write some of my own, with some good, dirty sex involved. I hope you like it! There’ll be more to come if you do!

The Lady Commands-©Castlequeen, 2015



Life is hard at times among my people. Our land is cold, unforgiving and bleak in winters, but in the summers there’s nae more beautiful place, trust me! My name is Lady Meghyn Carrolwyn. I’m called “Lady” because me mother died a few years ago, so it’s up to me to be called such, except, well, I’m not much a lady it seems. Just ask me father. He’s Lord Patrick Carrolwyn, and no stauncher supporter of the King is there. Our land is called Nargarallin, and in the old tongue it means “Garden Of The Gods”. We’re good supporters of King Anglar, but as we live in the southernmost part of the country, we’re right on the border, and that means we see an awful lot of the stinking Bordren, who are our, ah, ‘neighbours’ to the south. They’re cruel, vicious, and for the most part, total barbarians. We’ve been at war with them many times over the last 300 years, but our natural defenses combined with our better weapons skill make us just about impossible to conquer, and there’s just too damn many of them to overrun. So it goes, constant clashes, no major battles, and a lot of nervous people on the borders.

Now me title is “Lady”, but as I said, I’m nae much of one at times. Oh, I can wear me prettiest dresses, do things with me hair and impress many of my father’s supporters at a banquet, but truth to tell, I’m more comfortable with me tunic and trousers, with my bow over my back and my rapier at my side. Oooch, did ye think I wasn’t a warrior? I am. General Danlyn rules me father’s troops, but I’m part o’ the staff, and I’m ranked as a Knight-Captain when we ride with the King’s Own.

Now on this fine morning, I was riding far patrol to very edges of our borders. Me an’ Rory, he bein’ my fine bay gelding, were enjoying the God’s own sunshine as the bits of snow were starting to melt an’ spring wasn’t so far off. We’re among the greatest riders in all the world, don’t ye know, so we ride by ourselves, having the ability to be fair quiet when we need to be.

Things looked quiet, but I knew that less than two leagues from the actual border, there was a keep owned by a Baron Thrawn, he bein’ a filthy Bordren swine. His men rarely got too close to the border unless he was riding among them, because for some reason, any one o’ the filthy Bordren who got too close had a tendency to get himself pierced with an arrow or two for poking his nose where it wasn’t welcome. I’m a crack shot meself, and can take a man out of the saddle from three hundred feet with my longbow. ‘Tis nae ladylike I’ve been told, but I’m not for caring. If something should happen to me younger brother Padraic, I’ll be all that’s left to carry on our estate. Better to be thought of as not ladylike than dead, I always say.

I scanned from me ridgetop, knowing the sun’d shield me from anyone looking up, but I had full view of anything below. And what did I see but a patrol of the swine, six of them, and while they weren’t ‘cross the border, they were too damn close for my tastes. Nae, it couldn’t be, but it was, Baron Thrawn himself, leading his men, and bad enough he was a filthy Bordren, but for some reason he was dressed as foolishly as any courtier, with some frilly hat trailing behind him. If the fool had been wearing his armor properly, I’d nae have done it, but I nocked an arrow, took me time, and fired, ripping the silly thing off his head and not even changing the cut of his hair in the process!

Then I screamed out in my loudest, deepest voice.

“RIDERS OF CARROLWYN!!! CLEANSE OUR LAND OF THE SCOURGE! ATTAAAACK!!!!”

I was rewarded by them scattering like quail, with much screaming and yelling amongst them, and they all couldn’t even run in the same direction! Five o’ them managed to get control and ride back towards the road, but one of ’em had gone into the brush, getting CLOSER to the border! Damnation! That wasn’t part o’ me plan! Best go run him off.

As I rode down the ridge, I pulled me hood up so as not to make it obvious I’m a woman. Quite frankly, if I’ve to fight, I’d rather it be with the bastard wanting to kill me, not knock me down so he could do far worse.

Ah, there was the spaleen, looking lost indeed. His helm was off, and I could see he had a thatch of red hair, looking more like one o’ my people than the usual Bordren scum. Now, If I’d simply sighted him and put an arrow through his throat, no one’d blame me. For some reason though, he didn’t seem all that threatening, so I just tracked him.

He was lost indeed, and I noticed his helm was dented, perhaps he’d hit a branch as he was running. Maybe he’d dented his thick skull as well, that’s why he didn’t know how to get back to the border and safety.

I gave the screech of an owl, and saw him look around frantically. He was alone, and clearly spooked by being lost with a whole battalion of Carrolwyn perhaps coming through the woods for him. This ought to be fun for me morning. I aimed carefully, and shot behind him, sinking me arrow in the tree not one foot from him. He bolted, further into our lands! Now he was my trophy to be taking, but I’d do it in me own way.

After an hour or so of tracking him, he was hopelessly lost, and to make matter worse, my last shot had unhorsed him. Now he was on foot, so t’be sporting, I tied Rory to a tree and told him t’be silent. Then on foot I tracked my prey.

He came along Cartan Creek, and stopped for a bit of water, looking around every other second, waiting to be skewered by our entire army. I gave a dark cat yowl, which caused him to run right towards me position, time to take him down!

As he ran by me, a simple trip line sent him tumbling, ass over tip, and he was dazed, so I pounced! My knee took him in the gut, and I heard his breath whoosh out, and I’d no need to use my knife as my left caught him on the chin once and he stopped moving, but I gave him a pair o’ rights, just to be sure.

Aye, he was out. I tied his hands, and went to fetch Rory, and had the best laugh of me morning as his horse had found Rory and was grazing next to him. Why couldn’t our people get along this well? I tied his horse, a fine mare behind Rory, and went to go get him. When I got back, he was still out, but I got a better look at him, he was a handsome lad. Perhaps a year or two younger than my eighteen summers. With his red hair, he did look like one of us, but his filthy armor I removed and left it to rust in the forest. He was a bit heavier than I’d like, but I got him up on his horse and led them back to Carrolywyn Keep.

When we were ten minutes or so away, he came ’round.

“You’ve got me, Nargarallin, you might as well kill me, as I’ll tell you nothing!”

I’d put a hood over his head, so he had no idea he’d been captured by a woman as far as I knew. So I slapped the back of his head.

“SILENCE! BORDREN SCUM!” I tried in my deepest voice. “You’ve been captured by the Terror ‘O Carrolwyn Keep, and in our dungeons, you’ll know suffering enow to make any man talk! Hahahaha!”

My laugh wasn’t that convincing, but the way he squirmed told me he was plenty nervous.

As I approached the keep, people greeted me by name, and I returned their greetings with good humour. Then it was time to drop my prisoner off.

“Aye! Tomas, I’ve a Bordren who thought the border was a bit further north than it is, so throw him in our dungeon. He’s a nice enow lad, so don’t be beating him, an’ feed him well. Da’ll soon talk with him.”

Our man went to pull him off, but I waved him away to do it myself. Ripping the hood off and seeing the stunned surprise on his face when he realized he’d been captured by a woman made my day complete. Everyone around laughed at him, and Tomas was laughing so hard he could barely help me unhorse him.

Now I’d nae tell anyone, but I felt bad for the lad, he was being humiliated. In front of his mortal enemies.

“Milady, your father’s not here, he an’ Padraic rode away to Lord Brangley’s keep. You’re in command of the keep.”

A stab of panic struck me. Father and me brother? That could only be something serious.

“Both of ’em? Are we mustering to kill some more Bordren?”

“Nae, ’tis a social call. Brangley’s got a niece, and your Da, well, he figures Padraic’s gonna be needin’ a bride one o’ these days.”

“Ah, that’ll kill the better part of a few days, so I’ll be in charge. Good. Call the captains. We’re needin’ to up our patrols to the south. I found Thrawn himself ridin’ too close for comfort.