"Please get me some ham and ale, if you may," Emmerdale asked Cyrus softly. Cyrus nodded and replied, "Of course, Your Highness. Right away." As Cyrus turned and headed towards the kitchen to fetch the meal, Emmerdale said, "Feel free to grab yourself a helping as well - I would like to get to know you some more, if you do not mind."
A few minutes passed as Cyrus prepared each of their meals - he came back to the table Emmerdale was sitting at, a plate with a large slab of ham in his right hand, and both mugs of ale in his left. First he placed the ham down on the table, and then placed down Emmerdale's drink before placing down his own. Cyrus took a seat and said, "Here you are, Princess." Emmerdale smiled at Cyrus and replied, "Thank you very much, Sir Cyrus - I positively love ham, you see, it is among my favorite meals." Cyrus asked, "What about the ale, Your Highness?" Emmerdale giggled and said, "I simply find the taste satisfying, it goes well with ham, in my humble opinion." Cyrus nodded, then proceeded to cut off a slice of ham from the slab sitting between them, then used his fork and knife to clench it and place it on his plate. Emmerdale did so as well, and the first few minutes were spent in silence as the two shared a meal.
Emmerdale finished her plate before Cyrus, though her glass was still half-full of ale. She took her napkin and used to pat her face and wipe her mouth. Cyrus was still eating his slice of ham, and he looked over at Emmerdale, saying to himself, My, she really is quite beautiful - elegant too. Cyrus thought back to what Andaret had told him earlier, and thought, Andaret was most likely just teasing me - because of what happened in my room, she knows that I have a fondness for flatulent women. But, Emmerdale is not at all like that - she's far too ladylike to be as openly foul as Andaret. At that moment, almost as though on cue, Emmerdale's rump erupted a short, albeit loud, powerful blast.
BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT!!
As a result of this fart, Emmerdale was lifted two inches from her seat, before landing back on the bench. A second passed, and blushes came across both Cyrus and Emmerdale's faces. Emmerdale's eyes widened some as she said, "Oh, goodness me... m-my apologies, Sir Cyrus - that was rather rude of me." Cyrus reacted, almost instinctively saying, "N-No, not at all, Princess - I not mind whatsoever!" Emmerdale looked at Cyrus, surprised. "Truly?" she asked him. Cyrus' face only became more red. Oh Gods, he thought, that fart was brilliant - why did I say that? What man in their right mind would simply shrug off such a powerful bout of flatulence?! Cyrus replied by saying, "Y-Yes, truly - I, uh, have met many flatulent women in my life... I am used to it." Emmerdale raised an eyebrow and inquired, "You have met many women like that?" Cyrus' face was burning red now. Oh, dammit! his mind raced. What is WRONG with me?! Why would saying THAT make it any better? No she thinks I'm strange, it's certainty! Emmerdale leaned in slightly, her head hovering over the ham, and assured Cyrus, "Sir Cyrus, if you are uncomfortable, then please say it's so - I understand if you may find what I had just done unnerving..."
"It's...it's not that, Your Highness," Cyrus said, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head. "I should clarify what I meant... I... I like flatulent women. I find that... attractive." Emmerdale leaned back in her seat and replied, "Ah... I see. So then, you not disgusted with me?" Cyrus shook his head and assured, "No, not at all! Quite the opposite, actually..."
A moment of silence fell over the table, before Emmerdale let out a sigh of relief. "Well, thank goodness," she said, "I was worried for a moment - I almost thought I had left a foul impression on you." Cyrus reassured, "No, not even close. You're not going to lose my respect for you just because of one fart." Emmerdale slowly started to smile as she said, "I am grateful for your honesty, Sir Cyrus - you are an understanding man. A bit odd, perhaps - I have not met any man who would be attracted to a woman's flatulence - but, you seem to have a good heart." Cyrus put his hand behind his back in embarrassment. "Yeah..." he said dryly. Another moment of silence passed before Emmerdale leaned her head over the ham once more. "If I may ask," she whispered in a hushed tone, "what did you think of my passing gas just now?" Cyrus' eyes widened and asked, "I'm sorry?" Emmerdale reiterated, "I'm simply curious, is all - you have met many flatulent women before, after all. How would you say I compare to them?"
This is strange, Cyrus thought to himself. Is she really asking me to judge her fart? ...Well, should I tell her? I mean, if she already knows I like gassy women, then what's the harm in giving her my honest thoughts? Cyrus cleared his throat before saying, "Actually, I have to say... that was rather impressive. It was short, yes, but powerful, and booming - the fact that it lifted you from your seat gave it a sense of force that I haven't often seen in women's gas." Emmerdale turned her head to look down past her shoulder - almost as though she was looking at her own butt - before turning back to face Cyrus again and smiled. "I must say," she said, "it certainly did feel most powerful - I am actually impressed that I was capable of something so strong." Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Impressed?" he asked. "Indeed," Emmerdale replied. "You see, I don't often say this to anyone, but... I actually find breaking wind to be quite fun!" Cyrus started to smile. "Really? You find it fun?" he said in slight disbelief. "Absolutely!" Emmerdale excalimed. "Although, I'll admit that it can be rather much at times - even I cannot bear the scent after some time. And I would never do it in the middle of a crowd, so help me. But, in the privacy of my own room, I would try to see just how much gas I was able to expel."
"No way, seriously?" Cyrus laughed. "That's... that's not at all what I would have expected, looking at you." Emmerdale replied, "Why is that?" Cyrus said honestly, "You just didn't strike me as that kind of girl, is all." Emmerdale blushed. "So," she said, "you think of me as a girl?" Cyrus was put off, and he stammered, "U-Uh, I don't mean to say I find you immature, just--"
"Not at all," Emmerdale said softly. "I actually find it... flattering, in a way. I have been a princess my whole life, and have been raised to behave a certain way. People always seem to treat me as though I am... I am more than what I am - just a girl. To hear you refer to me and think of me as such is... quite refreshing, actually." She moved her left hand from her side and placed it on Cyrus' cheek, and said in a whisper, "Thank you, Sir Cyrus - this was a great meal, and I'm glad I got to share it with you."
Cyrus was blushing, almost profusely so. This is incredible, he thought to himself. This is actually happening - I think... I think I just met perhaps the most incredible girl I have seen in such a long time. Working at this castle... may not be so bad after all.
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After the two finished their meal in the dining hall, they arrived at Emmerdale's room. "Thank you for escorting me here," she told Cyrus. Cyrus looked up to her and said, "No worries, Your Highness." As Cyrus was about to turn and head back to the Throne Room, he heard Emmerdale say, "Actually, Sir Cyrus... if you do not mind, do you care to join me in my room at all? I have something I wish to ask you."
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