The King's Command
“If you want to stay on top, you have to eliminate your competition. If people learn you have a rival, they'll assume you are equals. You must end it before it gets to that point,” you answer.
“That’s what I like to hear. We’ll organize a small force and attack in two days. Darius, ready the men.”
With a swift nod, Darius leaves the two of you alone.
“You have been in my manor for many weeks now. You have been granted the privilege of walking freely within my walls because you have shown you’re not a common slave. I have spent enough time with you to know you’re not stupid enough to attempt escape. This will be different. You will be beyond these walls, armed, and without guards. You have served me faithfully, even being enjoyable company. Before you get any ideas, know that should you betray me or this mission, you will be executed. You have spent enough time around here to know that would not be a quick process. I may value you, but the smallest hint of disobedience will be punished severely.”
“Lady, I like my limbs attached and throat un-slit. You have nothing to worry about,” you reply. The thought pops into your mind, Although if I were to escape, this does sound like my best opportunity.
“Good.”
Later that night...
You fall back in your bed exhausted. Lady Myrr does the same beside you. It wasn’t the first time it happened during your months of training. Still, it complicated things a bit. You figured you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Lady Myrr always gets her way and this wasn’t exactly a difficult order to follow. The refusal of her advances would cause more problems, and even possibly your life. You felt a pang of guilt each time for Natalie’s sake, but you couldn’t help wanting more. She curls up next to you and gently runs her hand over your bare skin.
“You know many men would kill for the position you have now,” she breaks the silence.
“I doubt anyone would kill to put themselves into slavery.”
“Besides that. You know what I mean.”
“I know and I can’t blame them. You’re beautiful. Everyone at their very core desires someone to be intimate with. Someone who they can share their inner secrets to without fear of judgment or rejection. The luckiest people are the ones who find that early in their lifetime.”
“Since you’ve arrived here, I’ve never heard you speak in such a way. Perhaps there is more to you than base animal instinct.”
“Um, thanks?”
“Take it as a good thing. There is more to life than drinking and fucking.”
“That’s ironic,” you say, pouring another cup of wine.
“People in my position don’t last long. The power hungry always desire to move up. It’s their nature. Every captain on this fucking island wants my head. Captain Kano is just the one foolish enough to try,” Lady Myrr says.
“It’d be foolish to try on his own at least, but he partnered with a strong ally. He’s not as foolish as you think,” you answer.
“Fuck Captain Kano. He’s a soft-cocked puppet. Tomorrow I’ll slit his throat myself and put his head on a pike to welcome his Rathan allies.”
“You’re joining the raid personally?”
“Of course! On this island, respect is earned. Fear works the same way. Either by respect or fear, they’ll all fall in line.”
“Whatever it takes, I guess. Might I make a request?”
“Not this again… some girls may find pleasure there, but I don’t.”
“No, not that. Although we can revisit that conversation another time. I was talking about the raid. There is a prisoner that was transported with me. Caitlyn. She is deadly with a pair of daggers. Our success chances would greatly increase if she were accompany us. We were childhood friends. I’m sure you remember her from the ‘game’ we played.”
“Yes… her. She was quite skilled. If she were any better, she might be the one laying next to me.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea…”
“Don’t push your luck," Lady Myrr says. "Very well, I’ll order Darius to bring her. Any attempt to escape by either of you will have fatal consequences. If even one of you runs, I’ll kill the other without hesitation. I don’t care that we’ve shared the same bed. Your fate will be the same as any disobedient slave.”
“I do love your dirty talk,” you reply.
“Prove it to me.”
“That’s what I like to hear. We’ll organize a small force and attack in two days. Darius, ready the men.”
With a swift nod, Darius leaves the two of you alone.
“You have been in my manor for many weeks now. You have been granted the privilege of walking freely within my walls because you have shown you’re not a common slave. I have spent enough time with you to know you’re not stupid enough to attempt escape. This will be different. You will be beyond these walls, armed, and without guards. You have served me faithfully, even being enjoyable company. Before you get any ideas, know that should you betray me or this mission, you will be executed. You have spent enough time around here to know that would not be a quick process. I may value you, but the smallest hint of disobedience will be punished severely.”
“Lady, I like my limbs attached and throat un-slit. You have nothing to worry about,” you reply. The thought pops into your mind, Although if I were to escape, this does sound like my best opportunity.
“Good.”
Later that night...
You fall back in your bed exhausted. Lady Myrr does the same beside you. It wasn’t the first time it happened during your months of training. Still, it complicated things a bit. You figured you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Lady Myrr always gets her way and this wasn’t exactly a difficult order to follow. The refusal of her advances would cause more problems, and even possibly your life. You felt a pang of guilt each time for Natalie’s sake, but you couldn’t help wanting more. She curls up next to you and gently runs her hand over your bare skin.
“You know many men would kill for the position you have now,” she breaks the silence.
“I doubt anyone would kill to put themselves into slavery.”
“Besides that. You know what I mean.”
“I know and I can’t blame them. You’re beautiful. Everyone at their very core desires someone to be intimate with. Someone who they can share their inner secrets to without fear of judgment or rejection. The luckiest people are the ones who find that early in their lifetime.”
“Since you’ve arrived here, I’ve never heard you speak in such a way. Perhaps there is more to you than base animal instinct.”
“Um, thanks?”
“Take it as a good thing. There is more to life than drinking and fucking.”
“That’s ironic,” you say, pouring another cup of wine.
“People in my position don’t last long. The power hungry always desire to move up. It’s their nature. Every captain on this fucking island wants my head. Captain Kano is just the one foolish enough to try,” Lady Myrr says.
“It’d be foolish to try on his own at least, but he partnered with a strong ally. He’s not as foolish as you think,” you answer.
“Fuck Captain Kano. He’s a soft-cocked puppet. Tomorrow I’ll slit his throat myself and put his head on a pike to welcome his Rathan allies.”
“You’re joining the raid personally?”
“Of course! On this island, respect is earned. Fear works the same way. Either by respect or fear, they’ll all fall in line.”
“Whatever it takes, I guess. Might I make a request?”
“Not this again… some girls may find pleasure there, but I don’t.”
“No, not that. Although we can revisit that conversation another time. I was talking about the raid. There is a prisoner that was transported with me. Caitlyn. She is deadly with a pair of daggers. Our success chances would greatly increase if she were accompany us. We were childhood friends. I’m sure you remember her from the ‘game’ we played.”
“Yes… her. She was quite skilled. If she were any better, she might be the one laying next to me.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea…”
“Don’t push your luck," Lady Myrr says. "Very well, I’ll order Darius to bring her. Any attempt to escape by either of you will have fatal consequences. If even one of you runs, I’ll kill the other without hesitation. I don’t care that we’ve shared the same bed. Your fate will be the same as any disobedient slave.”
“I do love your dirty talk,” you reply.
“Prove it to me.”