The swain felt a little anxiety as he approached the Countess’ chambers for he had heard that the Countess did not sew and natter as other noble ladies did, nor brooked fandangle. He had also heard the portent that many suitors had marched into her chambers, refulgent in the full splendour of their regalia in order to beguile her, yet none emerged.
Still, the dowry was substantial and as a knight down on his luck he would find the money very useful indeed. Besides, after having gone toe-to-toe with fire-breathing dragons in the darkest swamps and caves in the land, he could hardly be made craven by a woman.
Adjusting his threadbare cloak, he stepped up to the door and rapped smartly upon the wood. The door opened and he strode into the torch-lit darkness. A young woman dressed in gold-embroidered vermillion turned and smiled brightly, revealing long sharp canines.
Inspired by this week’s Monday Mixer, using eight of the words listed within the 150 word count requirement: –
Things: 1) fandangle 2) portent 3) swain
Verbs: 1) natter 2) beguile 3) wallop
Adjectives: 1) threadbare 2) refulgent 3) craven