Insides by jjjean65

The fear he felt in his chest rose up threatening to close his mouth, denying him his most potent weapon to save his lord and master.

With fierce eyes Chaucer speared the rabble as he paced. Hearing the taunts and seeing the scum thrown. He felt the fear give way to anger, how dare they treat one of their own this way.

He witnessed the bravery of his comrades. Flinched at the despair in William’s eyes. His rage flared red and hot.

Turning around his fear was gone. He used his best weapon to greatest effect.

He bellowed at the crowd. “Listen!”

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Chaucer had turned the crowd. The jeers turned to cheering, the chanting of his Lord Thatcher’s name thundered around the courtyard.

His feelings were topsy turvy.

From fear to anger as he confronted the rabble, then to the joyous euphoria as William had been released. The quick flush of desire as Will grabbed him close in an all too brief hug.

Hee felt unease at the arrival of the Prince, it gave way to fear yet again. This time it was the numbing realisation that his life was changing yet again. He watched William kneel to become a true noble, Chaucer felt the pain and despair of loss. Will had truly changed his stars and now was beyond a poor bard’s reach.

Hoarding the memory of the brief hug, Geoff watched as the bright eyed, fearless nobleman raced to the arena to defeat his enemy.

And he felt colder inside.