The King's Command
The guards lead you through the manor passing by countless house slaves scrambling to fulfill their duties. Most of the female slaves are topless.
"Can’t say I disagree with the dress code," you comment.
A forceful push in your back is your only reply.
“Yeah like you aren’t staring too,” you utter softly.
You arrive at a lavish doorway draped with fine beads, silk, and an assortment of decorations. Entering into the room, Lady Myrr gracefully rises from her chair and strides in your direction.
“Now what am I to think when I see one of my prisoners cut down multiple men without breaking a sweat?” Lady Myrr asks pouring two glasses of wine from a jewel-covered pitcher. "Guards, leave us."
“Tempt a man with a good drink and the company of a beautiful woman and he’ll accomplish anything,” you respond.
“Heh, I don’t remember ever offering to meet with the victors of that fun little game.”
“ Let's just say I had a feeling you'd want to meet the one who distinguished themselves above the rest. From what I hear, you’re a lady who appreciates someone who can get things done.”
“I can’t say I don’t admire your confidence. By your showing on the sand, it’s obvious that you are skilled with a blade. Skills such as yours don’t just magically appear. Tell me, how did you come across such training?”
“I had a very strict father.”
“Son of a military man perhaps?”
“Something like that.”
Lady Myrr waves her hand as if swatting away an idea.
“Your background matters not. As long as you serve your lady without question. In any capacity I see fit. Do you have a woman?”
She takes a sip from her cup and places her hand against your chest.
“Sort of,” you answer with a slight hesitation.
“If you had one, you’d know. Come, I desire instruction.”
“Of what, my Lady?”
“You’ll find out.”
« Go Back "Can’t say I disagree with the dress code," you comment.
A forceful push in your back is your only reply.
“Yeah like you aren’t staring too,” you utter softly.
You arrive at a lavish doorway draped with fine beads, silk, and an assortment of decorations. Entering into the room, Lady Myrr gracefully rises from her chair and strides in your direction.
“Now what am I to think when I see one of my prisoners cut down multiple men without breaking a sweat?” Lady Myrr asks pouring two glasses of wine from a jewel-covered pitcher. "Guards, leave us."
“Tempt a man with a good drink and the company of a beautiful woman and he’ll accomplish anything,” you respond.
“Heh, I don’t remember ever offering to meet with the victors of that fun little game.”
“ Let's just say I had a feeling you'd want to meet the one who distinguished themselves above the rest. From what I hear, you’re a lady who appreciates someone who can get things done.”
“I can’t say I don’t admire your confidence. By your showing on the sand, it’s obvious that you are skilled with a blade. Skills such as yours don’t just magically appear. Tell me, how did you come across such training?”
“I had a very strict father.”
“Son of a military man perhaps?”
“Something like that.”
Lady Myrr waves her hand as if swatting away an idea.
“Your background matters not. As long as you serve your lady without question. In any capacity I see fit. Do you have a woman?”
She takes a sip from her cup and places her hand against your chest.
“Sort of,” you answer with a slight hesitation.
“If you had one, you’d know. Come, I desire instruction.”
“Of what, my Lady?”
“You’ll find out.”