Marion didn't stay out all night. (part 2)
Slight, unpleasant smile appeared on her angelic face. Her father wanted her to marry some frightened boy who could tell how much is two times two, but he didn't say she can't marry the idea of beauty...
But she blushed as her eyes met the eyes of a fair boy standing few steps away. He tried not to look at the beautiful lady, but his heart fluttered, even though he knew he couldn't accompany her even as the lowest out of all troubadoures.
-- Would it be you came for the rhyming contest? -- she asked, taking few steps in his direction.
-- Yes, milady...
-- The hell with milady! Call me Marion. My father locked me in this horrible castle for my wild behavior at some tave... ehm... nevermind.
-- The castle is not that terrible. It does have some plush pillows and silken curtains.
Marion squinted her eyes and asked:
-- Would you like to stay here? So compose the best ballad tonight and I will grant you that wish.










