FanFiction.Net Just In . Directory . Columns . Dictionary . Search Log In . Register Menu- Ad Blocker- Help- TOS- Credits- Privacy Anime » Sailor Moon » For My Ladytext size: (+) : (-) Author: Princess Zoisite PG - English - General - Reviews: 4 - Publish date: 10-18-00 - Updated: 10-18-00 story id: 94654 Title - For My Lady By - Lady Zoisite Rated PG Author's Notes - This is a romance story between Malachite and Zoisite. It contains mild sexual scenes. Zoisite placed her finest headdress over her long tousled copper hair and smiled at her reflection in the silver mirror. She was so excited! Today was the day of the great royal tournament in her honor. Many knights would be competing for her favor, hoping to be the champion who would sit beside her and receive her kiss. Zoisite was a rare beauty. And her father, Lord Galen, and her mother Lady Zoey wanted only the best man for their precious daughter to marry. So, a tournament was required to find a valiant and worthy man for Zoisite. Being a noble lord, Zoisite's father was a close friend to the king and spoke with him about the matter. King Alexander arranged the event and invited all the best knights to come to Grenevale with the promise of a kiss from the fair Zoisite to the knight who was the winner. Still in her long green nightdress, Zoisite walked over to her window in the high tower and looked outside to see the morning sky. Her soft hair was stirred by the gentle breeze. She was lucky to be a guest of the royal family. She could see the stands below, all decorated with colorful flowers, ribbons and banners. Zoisite had of course been to tournaments before, but this one was special. It was in her honor! Zoisite wondered if the handsome knight Malachite would come. She had met him once a few years ago when she was still growing up. She had thought he was so dreamy, with his long white hair, silvery blue eyes and handsome face. And the way he fought - so strong and skillfully. But at the time she was young and had yet to grow some more before she could consider being with him. Now she was older, more developed and could have a man of her own. She hoped that Malachite would return from his travels and compete for her favor. Zoisite closed her eyes and made a wish, sending some pink petals off into the wind. "To fly away to Malachite," she thought happily. ******************************** In a secluded spot in the outer edges of the woods, Malachite sharpened his sword. He was determined to win King Alexander's tournament, for the prize was a kiss from the lovely lady Zoisite and an evening at her side. He had seen her several times before, sitting in the royal box or in the stands with her mother and father. He could not miss her beauty. When he had won the tournament several years ago, before going off on his adventures, he was presented to the royal family and the high lords and ladies and he got to meet Zoisite. Malachite thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen and he decided to court her as soon as she was old enough. Now was his chance to show everyone his love for her! It was perfect - a tournament in her honor. It was lucky that the messenger had reached him on his travels. Malachite had been about to embark on a quest to find the mysterious Blue Moon dagger. After achieving his knighthood, Malachite had spent most of his time searching for mysterious and legendary relics, such as the dagger. He had begun a collection of mystical objects, some supposedly having magic powers. "The dagger can wait for me," thought Malachite. "But the fair lady Zoisite cannot. I must go to Grenevale to seek her love. Perhaps then we can journey together." Malachite mounted his great silver stallion and set off in the direction of Grenevale. The wind blew gently and a flutter of pink petals swirled past Malachite. He watched them dance prettily in the morning breeze as he rode toward King Alexander's castle. ***************************** "Oh, my lady, you look so lovely," said Brenna as she helped Zoisite arrange some flowers in her hair. "Surely men would die for you." The maid sighed gustily. Zoisite laughed. Everyone always complimented her on her pretty looks. But she was quite cunning and witty as well as being beautiful. Queen Ember came up to the tower room to get Zoisite. She stood in the doorway and admired the young girl. Zoisite really had blossomed into a lovely young woman, just like her mother. "Are you ready, my dear?" asked the queen. "Yes, your Majesty," replied Zoisite, rising from the stool she had been sitting on. "You look wonderful. The knights certainly have a very good reason to win today," said Queen Ember. "Oh, indeed!" agreed Brenna as she curtseyed and went about her other duties. "Zoisite is the prettiest lady!" "So, what brave knights will be coming today?" asked Zoisite. "Let me see..." the queen thoughtfully stroked her cheek. "There's Sir Jedite of Redwyn, Sir Neflite of Lyonsville, Sir Rubeus of Blackmoor....., Sir Sapphire..." Ember listed a dozen or so names, but did not mention Sir Malachite of Silvershene. "Yes?" prompted Zoisite when the queen stopped. "Well, that is all I know for sure, dear..." She smiled. "Were you expecting someone special?" "Perhaps," said Zoisite, thinking of the white haired knight. "Well, we shall see, won't we?" said the queen. "It promises to be an exciting day." "Yes," said Zoisite. "Come, dear, we will go down to the hall. I would like to introduce you to some persons." "Yes, Majesty," replied Zoisite, picking up her skirts and taking her lacy embroidered handkerchief from the dressing table. Zoisite sailed beautifully through the formal introductions. Queen Ember had personally instructed her in the fine courtly etiquette. Thanks to the teaching, Zoisite knew exactly how to behave as a noble lady should. She was charming and elegant and she enchanted the court people. "Lord Greye, may I present the lady Zoisite," said the queen, escorting Zoisite over to an old warrior comrade of the king's. Zoisite curtsied prettily. "How delightful," replied the lord, kissing her hand. "Oh, if only I were young again, to compete for such a lovely woman as yourself." "Why, sir, how flattering of you to say so," said Zoisite, smiling. A horn sounded suddenly. "Ah, the summons for the tournament," said the queen. "'Tis time to begin. Come, Zoisite, to the royal box." Zoisite followed the queen out to the grounds and up into the royal box, which was all decked out in roses and ribbons. There was a special place for her in between the king and queen's thrones - a soft elegant chair carved with roses. Once she was seated comfortably, Zoisite placed her handkerchief on her lap and opened it. It was filled with petals that she could throw for her favorite knight. Then she would wave it and perhaps even give it away to a special competitor. Once all the guests had arrived and were seated, King Alexander stood to make a speech. "My lords and ladies," he began, "I welcome you all to Grenevale. My queen and I are pleased by your presence. We would like to present to you, the lady Zoisite, for whom this tournament is dedicated." At a signal from the queen, Zoisite stood to receive the cheers of the crowd. She noticed her mother and father seated nearby in the stands and smiled. "Our competitors come from far and near to prove their bravery and skill," continued the king, "and the best one of them will receive a kiss from Zoisite and spend the evening's celebration at her side. But winning will not be easy. Only the best knight can win this competition of strength and endurance. Lord Greye, present our competitors, if you will." Lord Greye, the man that Zoisite had met earlier, rode out into the large sawdust ring on a big stallion and read from a parchment. "Sir Jedite, of Redwyn!" Jedite rode out into the ring on his war steed, all decked out in red banners. "Sir Neflite, of Lyonsville!" Neflite raced out on his horse, covered in gold. "Sir Rubeus of Blackmoor!" Lady Catsy cheered as loud as she could for the man she had a big crush on. "Sir Sapphire of Stonewelle!" Lady Prisma swooned as the blue haired knight rode out. "From Canterville, Sir Gouwin!" More names were called, but Zoisite did not hear a "Sir Malachite" announced. A brief silence followed. Zoisite wondered if that was the last of the contestants. A messenger ran up to Lord Greye and whispered something in his ear. "Ah, we have one more entry...welcome if you will...the Silver Knight!" "Hmm?" thought Zoisite curiously as she watched him gallop out proudly. Maybe her dreamboat had shown up after all... Zoisite stared with interest at the silver clad knight whose long white hair peeked out from his headgear. "Gentlemen, allow me to explain the contest. There will be several rounds of games, in which you will show your skill. The best scorers will then go on to joust each other. There will be one final winner who will have the honor of being at Zoisite's side this evening. Your prize, gentlemen, is seated in yonder balcony." He indicated Zoisite. A cheer from the knights made Zoisite flush. All this, just for her! "First up, the rings! Riders...to your places!" The first event was a skill game in which the knights took turns charging towards hanging rings, trying to catch them on their lances. It was, of course, harder than it looked. On the first charge, Sir Jedite, Sir Rubeus and the Silver Knight came away with a ring on their lance. On the second one, it was Sir Rubeus, Sir Sapphire, Sir Neflite and the Silver Knight. Both Rubeus and Jedite did very well with five rings, some others with three or four, but only the Silver Knight got six out of six. Zoisite cheered for him, for she had a secret feeling of who he was. The Silver Knight rode up under the royal balcony and made a bow to Zoisite. She threw some petals down to him, smiling as she did so. Next the riders had to hurl a lance at a bull's eye, trying to strike nearest the center as possible, while riding towards it. Sir Jedite hit just left of the center, so did Sapphire. Rubeus aimed too high. Neflite almost had it striking a hair above the center mark. The Silver Knight charged and neatly struck the bull's eye. "Wow, he really is good, isn't he?" remarked the king. "He seems very determined," added Queen Ember, smiling at Zoisite. Zoisite cheered with the crowd and threw some more petals down to the Silver knight. Next came an obstacle - type run through the ring. Zoisite waved her handkerchief wildly when it was the Silver Knight's turn. Once again, the Silver Knight proved himself well. "The first round of jousting will now begin," announced Lord Greye. "The following have qualified - Sir Jedite, Sir Neflite, Sir Rubeus, Sir Sapphire, Sir Gouwin, and the Silver Knight, best scorer so far! Our leader will begin against Sir Gouwin. The winner will go on to challenge the next competitor at random." The audience watched as two by two the contestants jousted with each other. Whoever could knock down their opponent from the horse was the winner. The first match ended quickly with the Silver Knight as the winner, unseating Sir Gouwin almost immediately with a mighty strike of his lance to the chest. The crowd cheered for the Silver Knight. Before he went on to the next joust, the Silver Knight rode up to Zoisite and offered her his pale blue sash on the tip of his lance. Zoisite happily accepted the gift and tied her own handkerchief around the Silver Knight's weapon. "Thank you, my lady," said the Silver Knight, raising his helmet so that Zoisite could see his face. "I dedicate my victories to you." Zoisite gasped with delight. So Malachite was the Silver Knight! "Was he the one you wanted to come?" asked Queen Ember, seeing how pleased Zoisite was. Zoisite nodded, her eyes on Malachite as he prepared to face Sir Sapphire. At the first pass, both of them struck each other, but neither fell. At the second pass, Sapphire broke his lance against the Silver Knight's armor and a squire quickly handed Sapphire a new one. At the third pass the Silver Knight succeeded in unseating Sir Sapphire. Zoisite waved the blue sash and cheered happily. Malachite was out there fighting for her! Next, the Silver Knight fought Sir Rubeus. Rubeus was a tough opponent. At the first charge, both of their lances broke and went flying. "Ooh!" cried Zoisite as a piece flew high into the air, her hanky tied to it. The lances were replaced and the handkerchief retrieved. The Silver Knight tied it around his wrist. At the second charge, again both of their lances broke. At the third charge, the Silver Knight drove his point into Rubeus's shoulder, but failed to knock him down. On the fourth pass, Sir Rubeus broke his lance against the Silver Knight's shield. On the fifth pass, the Silver Knight unseated Sir Rubeus, who fell backwards onto the ground. Zoisite cheered for the knight of her heart. Sir Jedite was the next to face the Silver knight. He brushed the shoulder of his opponent on his first try and connected with his shield on the second. Then, the Silver Knight stuck a blow to Sir Jedite's side and was victorious. Zoisite cheered. Only one opponent left for Malachite to face! She held his sash excitedly, pressing it to her face and hugging it to her chest. Malachite rode up and brought the handkerchief up to Zoisite's lips. "Would you bestow a kiss on it my dear?" he asked. "That it may bring me luck in my fight for you." Zoisite planted a kiss on it and handed it back down to Malachite. The Silver Knight pressed the delicate kissed hanky to his own lips for a moment. Then he blew her a kiss and prepared to face his final opponent. Sir Neflite wanted badly to beat the Silver Knight. They charged hard at each other and broke both lances against each other's shields. This happened many times, keeping the onlookers in suspense. Zoisite kept rooting for her Silver Knight, praying he would be victorious. Then Sir Neflite delivered a blow to the Silver Knight's shoulder, almost causing Malachite to drop his weapon. But Malachite held firmly to his lance. Malachite growled to himself. That had hurt and he was getting tired. He had better finish this contest off soon. On the next pass, the Silver Knight struck at Neflite's shoulder as hard as he could, wincing at the pain in his own arm as he did so. Finally on the next turn, he unhorsed Neflite and thereby won. The crowd cheered wildly and Zoisite jumped up with excitement. "We have a champion," declared the king. "Tell me, who are you sir knight, who has fought so well?" asked King Alexander. The Silver Knight removed his helmet. "Malachite of Silvershene," he replied proudly. "Malachite, so 'tis you, my friend! I should have known it. My lords and ladies, the winner and champion, Sir Malachite!" A great cheer came from the assembled crowd. Alexander stood up. "Malachite, come forth," he said. Malachite walked up to the royal box and bowed to the king and queen. "You have won the competition and are hereby entitled to receive your reward, Malachite, a kiss and an evening with the lovely lady Zoisite." The king indicated the beautiful maiden at his side. "I thank you and accept those gifts gratefully," replied Malachite. "But I would ask for one more thing." "Name your request," said King Alexander. Zoisite waited curiously. What would Malachite ask for? "Permission to court the lady Zoisite, my inspiration and love," said Malachite, looking lovingly at Zoisite. Zoisite gasped soundlessly. She was thrilled by that request! She knew all about courtship from her mother and Queen Ember and it sounded just wonderful. "Well, Zoisite, what do you say to that, my dear?" asked the king. "Yes," said Zoisite. She was glowing with happiness. A wish come true! "So be it!" cried the king. "Now I invite you all to the royal banquet hall for a feast in honor of Sir Malachite, our champion, and his lady of love and honor, Zoisite!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically. But before any feasting or celebrating could begin, thundering hooves and a booming voice was heard. A mysterious dark warrior appeared, slashing his way through the banners and flowers of the arena, headed towards the royal family. Zoisite gasped. Malachite drew his sword and stood in front of her, an angry glare in his eyes. "You think to have that sweet flower so easily? I think not, Sir Malachite," sneered the voice. "I will take her for my own." He laughed and blinded Malachite with a thick cloud of dark smoke. "Arggh!" Malachite couldn't see a thing. The stranger leaped down from his horse. "Malachite!" cried Zoisite. She leaped into the strange man's arms, which in the dark she thought were Malachite's. The stranger seized Zoisite and slung her across his saddle. "Aaaah!" "Zoisite!" "Malachite!" "If you want her back, you'll have to fight me," said the stranger as he galloped off. Malachite growled, and rubbed the smoke from his eyes to see his love thrown across the saddle with her skirts and hair blowing wildly as the horse galloped off. With an oath, he ran to his stallion and mounted, racing after the dark stranger to regain his prize, leaving the astonished crowd behind. Zoisite whimpered as she was roughly transported away from Grenevale Castle towards the forest. She was very uncomfortably jarred and bounced with the breakneck pace of the stallion. And her captor kept a firm grip on her skirts and hair, which caused most unpleasant pulling and yanking as they rode. Malachite pursued them hotly, until he was within yards of the horse and rider. He considered aiming for the horse, but in doing that he could injure Zoisite. He threw a lance at the rider, striking him in the back. The dark rider winced in pain and released his grip, falling to the ground. With no one to control the horse, though, it kept running with poor Zoisite across its back, squealing in terror. Malachite urged his horse on trying to catch up. Zoisite grasped for the reins and yanked, slowing the horse a bit. Malachite caught up with her and pulled her from the saddle onto his own mount. He embraced her for a long moment. But their troubles were not over. The dark stranger caught up with them and brandished his sword. "A cheap shot like that won't stop me," he sneered. "Let's see you fight me man to man, Malachite." Malachite set Zoisite down a safe distance behind him and drew his sword. Zoisite watched wide eyed as the two men battled it out over her. But Malachite was determined to protect her. He fought as hard as he could to keep the stranger from hurting him or Zoisite. It was a tough fight, but Malachite won with a sharp thrust to his opponent's chest, which luckily was protected to prevent serious injury. The stranger removed his headgear. "Well done, Malachite. I see my daughter will be safe with you now." "Father?" Zoisite was stunned. "Yes. I wanted to make sure that Malachite could protect you well. We can't let him win too easily can we?" He smiled. "I congratulate you, Malachite. Take good care of Zoisite." "I will," promised Malachite. "But this has worn me out. I think we will rest here a bit." "Suit yourselves," said Zoisite's father. "I will see you at the festivities." "Malachite are you hurt?" asked Zoisite when her father was gone. "I'm fine, my dear," said Malachite, sitting down next to her. "Now that I know you are safe." He looked lovingly into her eyes. Zoisite flushed. Malachite was so handsome up close! Malachite gently took her face in his hand and brought it up to his, giving her a soft kiss. And another, gently cradling her to him. Zoisite felt like swooning from being so close to Malachite - from being touched in this intimate way. It felt wonderful. And it felt so good and right to her, being this way with him. She uttered a little cry, not even realizing it. Malachite kissed her for a long time, enjoying the sweet feel of her mouth against his. He stroked her soft hair, playing with the copper locks as he kissed her. "You are so precious," said Malachite. "I will have to treat you very specially." He looked at her pretty face and caressed it with a finger. "My pretty angel. I could stay with you like this forever, but alas, everyone will worry if we do not return. But we can be together later, can't we, Zoisite? I want to be together with you." "Yes," she replied. Zoisite knew in her heart that this was the man for her. He was just so heavenly. Malachite lifted Zoisite onto his steed and they rode back together, Zoisite's arms wrapped tightly around Malachite's waist and her head resting against his back. "Look, here comes Malachite!" someone cried, when they came into view. "And he's rescued the lady Zoisite!" "Well, Malachite, I must say you certainly have earned your prize," said King Alexander. "Are you all right, my dear?" he asked Zoisite. "I'm fine," said Zoisite with a smile. "Well then, let us celebrate! To Malachite! To Zoisite! May they be happy together tonight!" Everyone cheered. "So husband," asked Lady Zoey when the dark knight returned minus his costume, "I take it Malachite fought well." "Yes, I will be sore for a while," replied her husband. And so Malachite and Zoisite attended the great feast in their honor. And later, they had another sweet celebration of their own, in a secluded private place. Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to FavoritesAdd Author to FavoritesAdd Author to Author Alert