[IRP] A Fall From Grace: The Escape from Laus

[Victor]

Roland caught the rope, hands shaking. This was not at all what he expected, nor was it befitting of him to be wrapping the Lady up in such a manner. Still, it was a direct order, and Lady Cecily seemed much snippier and demanding than most of the noblewomen he knew. Removing his gloves, Roland set to unfurling the rope and wrapping it around the 'work of art'.

"Such statuesque beauty should not be questioned," he complimented her in a joking manner, trying to ease the awkwardness of the task at hand. God, he'd never even met the woman, much less married her. One misstep could mean her honor, his honor, and possibly his head.

Roland began to wrap the rope around her slowly and deliberately, to make sure she did not feel violated or uncomfortable. His shaking hands brushed against her breast, and he flushed brightly, scrambling to apologize. He wasn't sure if she could hear him, so he continued wrapping, treading delicately along the rest of the Lady's body.

Clearing his throat, Roland stepped back from her to admire his handiwork. "Now, uh, my Lady, if you'd like to lay down in the cart? It would make the journey entirely more bearable. Can you breathe? Are you comfortable?"