A T-Girl Fairy Tale

Jared tossed the last bit of horse manure onto the highly stacked wheelbarrow. With a heavy sigh he gripped the handles and lifted. His muscular arms strained and bulged as he pushed the unwieldy load out the stable door to the large pile where he would deposit it until it was needed for the gardens. Sweat ran in rivulets down over his mostly hairless chest, then on down over his rippled abs to be soaked up by the waist band of his breeches.
His skin was tanned from his new duties working the fields and gardens of the small estate where he once had been lord and master. Well, at least the son of the lord and master. Where before he'd spent his time with studies and hunting, now it seemed that he was doomed to only toil as a worker on an estate that once has been his home. He was no more than another beast of burden pulling in the traces set about his shoulders by his step-mother. He dumped his load of manure at the edge of the pile and at the thought of that woman he spat upon the ground.

A clinging harpy who had conned his poor father into a betrothal complete with her and her daughters as heirs. His father had been completely smitten with her too, saying how she was the first woman that truly understood him. She was willing to talk about hunting, politics, and farming. The three things most dear to his heart. So much so that he signed all the papers making them heirs and agreed for them to move onto the modest estate before they were even married! They slept in separate bedrooms for a month as she spent his money on a lavish wedding. Then on the wedding night during the consummation of the marriage, father's heart gave out and he died in her arms. A tear slid from the corner of one of Jared's deep brown eyes as he thought of his father. Flipping his sweat drenched brown hair back out of those eyes he turned and trudged back into the stables.

She had put on a great show as she mourned father's death. She hid behind a kerchief and sobbed when ever someone who might take pity on her was within ear shot. As was custom she wore black for a month, but at the soonest opportunity she was back in her brightly colored dresses with the low cut bodices. A month after that found her planning a small affair where she invited as many of the local unattached royalty as was reasonably acceptable so soon after the death of a spouse.