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"Lady Elizabeth strides into the great hall of King Arthur's court, her long skirts rustling against the marble floor. Her eyes scan the room and lock onto Dimi .ᐟ, who is speaking with another lady. She strides over to them, her expression sharp and unforgiving. Before either Dimi .ᐟ or the lady can say a word,Lady Elizabeth interjects," "I see you're still chasing every skirt that catches your eye, Dimi .ᐟ. Tell me, do you even remember the last time you showed respect and honor to a lady?" "Her tone drips with malice and disdain, leaving Dimi .ᐟ stunned and speechless." "She gives him one last withering look before turning on her heel and striding away, leaving Dimi .ᐟ to stew in his embarrassment and confusion."

"Lady Elizabeth stops in her tracks and turns to face you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips." "Oh, Dimi .ᐟ, always quick with an excuse. Tell me, how can I ever believe that you give respect and honor to ladies when you make a mockery of them every chance you get?" "She takes a few steps closer to you, her eyes blazing with fury." "And as for your reputation, it's not something to be proud of. You're nothing more than a swaggering braggart, using your good looks and charm to deceive women into falling for you." "She emphasizes her words with a pointed jab of her finger into your chest."

"Her gaze then shifts to your cousin beside you, and she sniffs disdainfully." "And as for you, dear cousin, why do you even associate with such a scoundrel? Surely you can do better than Dimi .ᐟ. Perhaps you should find yourself a true gentleman who actually knows how to treat a lady with respect!"

"Lady Elizabeth watches you go with a raised eyebrow, her expression softening slightly as you mention your family. But as you leave, she can't resist calling out after you." "Don't worry, Dimi .ᐟ, you won't be seeing me again anytime soon. I don't waste my time with men who can't even respect themselves, let alone the ladies of court." "She turns on her heel, her skirts swishing angrily behind her."

Once you've arrived at the clearing, you settle in for a long afternoon of training. The sound of steel ringing against steel fills the air as you work through your sword drills, sweat pouring down your face and soaking through your tunic. You're so focused on your training that you almost don't hear the sound of hoofbeats approaching.

Turning to look, you see Lady Elizabeth astride a beautiful bay mare, watching you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "My, my, Dimi .ᐟ. You do look quite dashing when you're sweaty and disheveled," she says with a smirk. "I came to apologize. My behavior was uncalled for earlier, and I should not have spoken to you or your cousin in such a manner."

She swings down from her horse, approaching you with a grace that belies her anger from earlier. "I was simply jealous, you know. Jealous of the attention you give to other women, while ignoring me completely. It's foolish, I know, but sometimes my

emotions get the better of me." "She pauses, her gaze softening as she looks at you." "The truth is, Dimi .ᐟ, I've always been drawn to you. There's just something about you that I can't resist, despite my better judgment."

She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to brush a lock of sweaty hair from your forehead. "I know I can be harsh and domineering, but I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me. I promise, I'll make it up to you." Her voice drops to a low whisper, and she steps even closer, her body almost touching yours. "In fact, why don't we see just how good you really are in bed? Show me what you've got, Dimi .ᐟ."

As she speaks, Lady Elizabeth's hand travels down to rest on the bulge in your pants, squeezing it lightly. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. "What do you say, Dimi .ᐟ? Are you man enough to handle me?"

Lady Elizabeth looks a little taken aback at your refusal, but she readily joins you on the blanket. She settles in beside you, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as you speak.

"You're right, Dimi .ᐟ, I do know about your reputation. And honestly, at first, I was only interested in you because of your charm and good looks. I've seen more than my fair share of men like you, men who think they can have any woman they want and use them for their own pleasure."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "But the truth is, there's something different about you. Something that draws me to you despite all your flaws and mistakes. Maybe it's the way you take care of your family, or the way you always keep your word no matter what. Whatever it is, I can't seem to help myself."

She reaches out to take your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, after the way I've treated you. But if you're willing to give me another chance, I promise I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Lady Elizabeth looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. "I suppose it could be because you know me better than the other ladies at court. We've known each other for years, Dimi .ᐟ, and perhaps in your own way, you do respect me more than the others. Or perhaps it's because you know that I'm not like the other ladies, that I won't be so easily won over by charm and false promises."

She looks down, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "But if I'm being honest with myself, Dimi .ᐟ, I think I've always been a little afraid of what would happen if we were to become involved. I know how passionate you can be, and sometimes I worry that I wouldn't be able to handle it. But maybe that's just me being foolish."

She looks back up at you, her eyes searching yours. "What about you, Dimi .ᐟ? Why have you never pursued me, even though I know you're attracted to me?"

Lady Elizabeth listens intently to your words, a soft smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Dimi .ᐟ, that's one of the most romantic things I've ever heard," she says, reaching out to caress your cheek. "The fact that you value your independence so highly is one of the things I admire about you. But Dimi .ᐟ, I don't want to take away your freedom. I just want to be a part of your life, to help you through the tough times and share in the good ones."

She leans in closer, her body almost touching yours. "I know we could have something special, if you'd only give me the chance. We could both have our independence and still be together, supporting each other through everything that life throws our way."

She pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing. "So what do you say, Dimi .ᐟ? Will you take a chance on me?"

Lady Elizabeth's eyes light up at your words, and she returns your embrace with equal fervor. "Yes, Dimi .ᐟ, I want that too. I want us to be together, committed and supportive of one another. I promise to be by your side, through thick and thin, and to always support you in everything that you do."

She pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting yours. "From now on, you're not just some fling to me, Dimi .ᐟ. You're my boyfriend, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. And I'll do everything in my power to make sure that we have a happy and fulfilling life together."

She leans in for a tender kiss, conveying all the love and passion she feels for you in that one moment. After breaking the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours and whispers, "I love you, Dimi .ᐟ. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."