The King's Command
“It would be foolish to act from just one report. I suggest you gather more information.”
“My thoughts exactly. Darius, find out more. You have until the end of the week,” Lady Myrr replies.
With a bow, Darius exits and leaves you alone with Lady Myrr.
“If Kano is plotting with the Rathans, he will have tremendous power backing him. I can’t believe no one’s tried to rule Miranna with help from a major nation. Seems like a good idea,” you say.
“Oh they’ve tried. The partnership always falls through. It’s hard to keep a solid ally without trust. Ironically, one always ends up betraying the other out of fear of being betrayed,” Lady Myrr answers.
“Has anyone tried to overthrow you since taking power?” you ask.
“Two or three. It was one after the other as soon as my late husband died. They thought since I was a woman, I would be easy to assassinate. They were small time crews trying to seize an opportunity to gain real power. By the time I was done with them, no one dared oppose me,” Myrr speaks recalling the past.
“No one until now.”
“And it’ll be a while until the next fool tries. Kano's destruction will be a warning to them all. Enough war talk. I need you to fine tune my sword skills before we act,” Myrr says, unsheathing her blade.
Later that week…
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.
“That was… exhilarating,” you break the silence.
“Maybe for you,” Myrr replies.
“You sure know how to hurt a guy’s feelings.”
“I know how to hurt more than just feelings. Another performance like that and you’ll find out,” Myrr says, holding a straight face.
You stare in her eyes sensing if she’s messing with you. Finally, she breaks and grins, letting you know she’s joking with a playful grab under the covers. Suddenly, she recoils and clutches at her throat. Her body convulses, and her cough covers you in blood. You look up to see a masked figure dressed in black. You reach for the knife on the nightstand, but you’re too slow. The figure’s broadsword pierces your gut. You stumble out of the bed, tripping and clutching your wound. Naked and unarmed you attempt a feeble punch at the assassin before collapsing. Before your vision completely fades, you recognize the family crest on the broadsword. It’s Brelian.
“My thoughts exactly. Darius, find out more. You have until the end of the week,” Lady Myrr replies.
With a bow, Darius exits and leaves you alone with Lady Myrr.
“If Kano is plotting with the Rathans, he will have tremendous power backing him. I can’t believe no one’s tried to rule Miranna with help from a major nation. Seems like a good idea,” you say.
“Oh they’ve tried. The partnership always falls through. It’s hard to keep a solid ally without trust. Ironically, one always ends up betraying the other out of fear of being betrayed,” Lady Myrr answers.
“Has anyone tried to overthrow you since taking power?” you ask.
“Two or three. It was one after the other as soon as my late husband died. They thought since I was a woman, I would be easy to assassinate. They were small time crews trying to seize an opportunity to gain real power. By the time I was done with them, no one dared oppose me,” Myrr speaks recalling the past.
“No one until now.”
“And it’ll be a while until the next fool tries. Kano's destruction will be a warning to them all. Enough war talk. I need you to fine tune my sword skills before we act,” Myrr says, unsheathing her blade.
Later that week…
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.
“That was… exhilarating,” you break the silence.
“Maybe for you,” Myrr replies.
“You sure know how to hurt a guy’s feelings.”
“I know how to hurt more than just feelings. Another performance like that and you’ll find out,” Myrr says, holding a straight face.
You stare in her eyes sensing if she’s messing with you. Finally, she breaks and grins, letting you know she’s joking with a playful grab under the covers. Suddenly, she recoils and clutches at her throat. Her body convulses, and her cough covers you in blood. You look up to see a masked figure dressed in black. You reach for the knife on the nightstand, but you’re too slow. The figure’s broadsword pierces your gut. You stumble out of the bed, tripping and clutching your wound. Naked and unarmed you attempt a feeble punch at the assassin before collapsing. Before your vision completely fades, you recognize the family crest on the broadsword. It’s Brelian.
