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Title: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 10, 2018, 12:28:20 PM

Isidore had come down from lofty highs a thousand times. Opium his usual choice since it was so readily available on the mainland. This was different. The Askavian honey made his veins feel like they were ripping open as his Jewels stripped it from his system.

Nerves overwrought from his brush with Eulalie. When he blinked he could still her sitting across his aching hips. The limpness her overdosing him caused lasted longer than the rest of the side effects. The good side effects, like the way his psyche and body had felt like one hard piece of self. All the pops of light and half illusions melting away.

He had to get the girl back home. Before Eulalie did something stupid just to punish the perceived insult of his impotence. Women were fickle creatures and you could never tell where their cattiness and jealousy might reach. So he’d tucked his sleeping treasure over his arm and taken the Wind to his main estate.

The room he gave her was a quiet one down the hall from his own. The small terrace overlooking the garden three floors beneath them. She could not be a wife, not yet. He had promised. No one but the housekeeper could know she was here at all. Even the girl did not know yet. Asleep when he had grabbed her from bed in the Glacian inn. Drugged to stay that way until she was safely to her new home.

Naked except for the soft cotton shorts he wore Isidore laid stretched out beside her. Black widow, her psychic scent warned. The prickliest sort of woman. He liked it the same way he liked the creamy complexion of her stainless skin and the streak of fire that was her hair. With his Sapphire he bound one of her wrists to the bedpost. Knowing she would wake soon, and he would sleep. The threat of her venom finger had to be secured until she accepted fate and learned to embrace this new life he offered. Else he would have it removed as it was on the slaves. Breath warm as it bounced from his skin back to his face he slipped a cupped palm up her shirt, letting his rest under the arch of her breast. A small comfort after his difficult night. Shivering away the last of his high since he couldn’t satisfy his suffering on the slave girls he had intended.

”You’re awake.” He mumbled against her shoulder. Eyes still closed so he could half doze, but senses aware of the change in her breathing.

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Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 10, 2018, 09:38:42 PM

She came awake slowly, eye solidly closed and brain groggy. There was a warmth next to her, she was certain she hadn't gone to bed with anyone but the weight of them was pleasant. Maybe she'd captured someone down in the common room of the inn. Or maybe she'd had the use of her aunt's guard for the night. Whatever it was, the idea brought a slow languid smile to her lips. She must have had a good time as drained as she felt.

Smile grew less slow and decidedly more sinful at the slow slide of a hand beneath her shirt. She shivered as that large limb came to a rest just below a breast and his breath warmed her skin. She shifted slightly and met resistance. Her hand. Her toothed hand was secured to a bed post by an air tight rope of sapphire. Something she could never break even on her best day and Tait's eyes snapped open.

A mumble against her shoulder brought widened eyes to a dark haired man sprawled next to her. He tasted of barely contained fury, a Warlord Prince and darkness. Dark, dark jewels and Askavi honey. Subtle sounds reached her ears. The shushing of ocean and the scent of sea. Birds that were not familiar. Sounds that grated and did not sooth. Not Glacia. Not Meols and not home.

Her blue eyes were dark with a sudden spike of fear and then anger, she tugged against the binding of her venom hand. Need to stick it within the skin of his neck was thick around her. "Who," she hissed hoarsely, "Who the fuck are you?" Unknown and dangerous. Tait had to get out of here. Some how. She had to get this sapphire rope from around her hand and slide into the opal to find her way home. Her father would be frantic. Astrid would be livid.

She stared at him, temper sparking in her eyes, "Where am I?"


Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 11, 2018, 04:30:19 PM

Finger spreading over the flat expanse of her ribs he held her lightly. Just enough to keep her from wiggling off the bed. His own body wedged between her and the wall. In case she decided to start kicking. He blinked open tired eyes at her question. Heaving a small sigh. A new day was dawning, its first rays of sun filtering through the wooden blinds that sectioned off the room’s balcony.

”Coarse language from such a pretty mouth.” He said casually, only mildly disappointed. There would be little cause to bring her out in front of people that might object to such words. But he had chosen her for the feminine charm and soft beauty she exuded. He hoped it would stop once she adjusted. ”You may call me Nazaire. There will be time for given names later. What are you called, pretty one?”

Shifting to prop his head up on a fist he slipped his hand free from her shirt. Using one long finger to move a strand of hair free from the corner of her mouth. She was beautiful. It annoyed him to be denied, doubly denied. First by Eulalie’s order to wait, and now by his own drug induced impotence.

That was alright. It had stopped him from ruining perfectly good young women. And now he could make introductions to his soon wife without forcing her to submit her body. Yet.

Best for her to understand quickly that this was not a choice she could make. Or a place she could run from.  So he worked the hem of her shirt up high and set his hand back on the bare skin under her breast. ”We call it Paon. But you will not have heard of it.” He answered. Fingertips gentle as they made soothing circles. ”I know you’re afraid and confused. There’s no remedy for that except time. Are you hungry, or thirsty? Your clothes are made for a cold climate, we can get you something lighter to wear.”

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 11, 2018, 06:54:56 PM

Her body had arched into his hand at the first touch and Tait cursed herself for any reaction before knowing. She tugged again at the sapphire rope around her hand. There had to be a weakness somewhere along the brilliant line. Somewhere she could wedge an opal thread, wiggle and wiggle it until the sapphire weakened enough. She could. She knew she could. It would just take a bit of patience.

She shrugged at an awkward angle, "It happens when a woman wakes to find herself trussed up like goose." If he thought that was bad, he hadn't heard nothing come from her pretty mouth yet. She couldn't remember his face. But the sound of his voice was vaguely familiar, like he was a friend of a friend of her father's. Did he know her father? She doubted it almost as soon as she thought it. He'd be tearing the walls down in search of her if her father knew this Nazaire.

"Tait," she answered truthfully as her sharp little mind was trying to work out a solution to her problem. She couldn't feel any of the weapons she generally carried on her person, in fact she could feel the slick slide of her night gown against her skin and the sheen of sweat beneath it. Her thick outside clothing was bulky against her body. What had he done? Snatched her from her bed? Had he redressed her?

He was weirdly gentle as he moved a strand of her hair away from her face, the bright red lock sticking just a bit and Tait blushed at the thought of drooling all over the place. His hand was hot and Tait was indignant at the liberties he apparently that he could take over her body. "No, never heard of it," she admitted and winced at his touch.

As if she would admit her fear. "I'm not afraid," she lied, her tongue thick in her dry mouth, "But I could eat. Some water would be nice." She could play the nice woman, she knew how to contain the shrew, and she knew on some level if she played nice long enough she could be gone from this place quickly. "Why am I tied to the bed?" she asked softly even as her stomach made her previous announcement the truth.



Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 12, 2018, 12:54:29 PM

As both a hunter and slaver Isidore’s craft was honed for tracking, trapping, and keeping. So he could only grin at the Opal she plucked his shackling rope with. Of course she would try to escape him. That was natural. He would forgive her the first time. But he would try to dissuade her from trying at all. The punishment for such things was not dealt by the masters, but by their Priestess Mother.

And Eulalie wanted so to shame and hurt him right now. Revenge for his honey kisses and uselessness would be vicious. The girl a perfect target.

”Mm, I am sure it is very startling. I needed the warm body, and you were available.” He pardoned them both. Unfamiliar with the strange expression that compared herself to fowl. Did she want to be trussed? He had the trappings of finery women enjoyed. If she was well behaved he would grant them.

So far she was compliant. A good predisposition for a woman in her situation. He was too tired to note the tinkering of clever thoughts in her head. Pleased that she was not the kicking and screaming sort. There had been others, before this one, intended to hold the place of war bride. Fair beauties who had not tamed despite his efforts. Chalices shattered beyond repair so they could not remember who or where they came from. Webs crafted to make them pliant for whore houses in Terreille. Or death, if they insulted him too dearly or came too close to escape.

Tait. Good. A sweet simple name that he would not have to strip her of. The more he could give the better his chances of making her a receptive wife. Even when he stroked her cheek and claimed her body again she did not cry. Only flinched away at the unfamiliar. That too, his soft smile and stroking fingers promised, would fade in time. ”It is not a place any remember. And you should know, the only way to leave it is it be culled of everything you were before coming here.”

From his cabinet Isidore called in the ring that housed his Ebon-gray. ”I’m sorry. It is better if you are, for now. Fear is a kinder tool than pain, but I will wield both without regret.” On a gentle thread he ordered food brought. Light things good for a stomach that would be twisted with the sleeping spell he had cast. The housekeeper promised a suitable breakfast while Isidore rose from the bed. He reached into another room, sweeping a large brass tub into his cabinet so that it could be brought out again in Tait’s room.

Eyes sympathetic he turned from setting the tub in the center of the room to look at her wrist. ”Because you are a black widow. I am ill today and could not risk a prick from your Opal. You may stab me with it some other time.” He did not loose the hold yet. Waiting while the first in a chain of serving boys with buckets came into the room. Filling the tub to the brim. Tait unseen in a wrapping of shields. They could not know who she was, could not see her now to recognize her later. Only his trusted housekeeper, until later when the wedding was over.

”Bathe, I will stay. We can breakfast together, then I will take you out to see the island. And what becomes of mouthy slave girls, no matter how pretty they are.” Flicking his wrist he freed her arm from the bedpost and erected a small divider that blocked his view of the tub.
Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 13, 2018, 01:09:53 AM

Tait snorted both at his grin and his words. A warm body and she was there. Wasn't it just like her life and luck that she was simply another warm body to fill a need. She was of the expressed opinion that despite his handsome face, this Nazaire couldn't get a woman without stealing her from her bed. It was probably something he was wanted for but fear of his jewels stayed everyone's hands. Yes that was it exactly. She worked at the rope with a thread of Opal, refusing to give up despite the ineffectiveness it was proving to be.

Skin dotted with the bumps from her shivering, Tait suffered the touch of the male she did not know. Even if it wasn't much of a suffering. His hands were gentle and his smile soft. She'd lie to herself as easily as she would lie to him. She could lie to herself and insist he was just softening her for a terrible blow. Make her soft and pliant, melted in his arms before he lay a fist down. She was certain of it. No other explanation would do.

"Odd that is," she pursed her lips as he spoke of culling and she knew exactly what he was speaking of, "Why would you want people to forget the things they see here? What is so wrong here that you would destroy their minds to keep your secrets?"She mused and wondered and knew she would need to spin webs. Webs to tell her what this place was. Webs to show her their secrets. Traps within webs within traps. She would lay the best she could when she could.

His voice was soothing and for a moment Tait was lulled into ceasing her strikes with her Opal. The way he spoke was strange, an odd sound of preciseness and nearly old fashioned sounding. Such proper word usage. "I haven't been given a reason," she replied with a lopsided grin, "I don't fear easily Nazaire. But there are other ways to be kind that don't involve fear or pain."

Mind never stopped working, Opal resumed its soft touches of the sapphire rope. She could appreciate the lean and hard body remove itself from the bed she lay on. Brow arched at the healing marks upon his back. She wondered who he'd angered. Those couldn't have been made by him like some weeping heretic who self mutilated.

Ebon-gray. Ebon-gray and Tait could feel the fear she boasted of lacking rise in her throat. She'd known he was dark, so dark but she had not thought Ebon-gray. Dangerous. She would have to tread with care. This was no Green jeweled Warlord to spill like putty in her hand. Tread careful dear heart, oh so carefully.

"Count on it," she told him cheerfully to cover the fear. Hide it away and don't let him see. She could feel the shields cover her, hiding her from prying eyes but Tait couldn't stop the motions she made. Waving her free hand to catch their eye. Maybe they would help her. Maybe she could convince. But they didn't see her and filled the tub with steaming water.

Slave girls? she mouthed quietly not a sound coming from her anymore and Tait knew she had to escape. Leave this place and go. There would be no other option. None. She had to make it home no matter the consequences. Needed her Da, her aunt and uncles surrounding her. Give her the safety she suddenly craved and did not have.

At least she could bathe the sticky sweat from her body. . She would before she opened the Opal and set herself loose. So easily he set her hand free, such trust to only set a small divider between them. Tait rubbed at the wrist that was unmarked, rubbing to free herself of the feeling of his sapphire wrapped around that hand. She shucked the offending clothes from her body and slid herself into the tub. She groaned loudly at the feel of the heat against her skin. "You think I'm pretty?" she said cocky as she soaked. Pretend he hadn't said slave girls. Pretend it had been something else entirely. Distract him enough. He couldn't know that she would slip into the winds and be gone.


Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 13, 2018, 12:51:38 PM

”Terrible, terrible things sweetheart.” Isidore warned and promised in one pointed sweep of his eyebrow. They weren’t his secrets anyway. Slavery was abundant in both realms. He would not be sorry for building on the wealth it brought. If they were all stripped from him tomorrow he would still have four self-sustaining estates. Two right there in Paon. Investments that went hand in hand, but existed separately from the flesh trade. ”It is less the things we do here, though. And more that we are here at all. The islands are a sanctuary for my people. Devout men and women who castrated themselves of the mainland to seek more pure lives.”

At least that was the line they spoonfed their children from birth. Isidore had walked the sinners row in Little Terrielle and slept off opium in both Dhemlans. He couldn’t disagree that the islands were a relative paradise. It was the place he wanted his sons to bleed for, and the only land he wanted his daughters to know.

A few them might even be redheaded.

”Yes,” He agreed, his own grin slow to stretch across his face. If she wanted him to control her with pleasure he could certainly do that instead. Useless as his cock might be today. There was plenty of time for suckling and kisses. ”The price of my kindness is submission. The reward is pleasure, an elevation of status. Never the sort of freedom foremost on your mind, though, I am sorry. Do you accept?”

It would not be that easy. He was not a fool. How many of his father’s sweet slave girls had nearly undone him as a boy? Pretending their loyalty and happiness to reap the benefit of his favor. Then running as soon as they thought he wasn’t looking. That was the worst way to lose a love. Watching her lashed open and bled out between the whipping posts. Not this fair creature. If she had to die, he would bring her to it gently.

Nothing so pretty would die screaming on his soil.

Lips turning up in a chuckle he nodded. ”I will not hold it against you. Don’t worry,” His eyes were hard beads, barely narrowed beneath their always heavy lids. Usually they made him look romantic, women crooned. A gaze more suited to bedrooms. There was nothing for it, though. That was just the shape of them. ”if the venom in a Red Jeweled sister of the coven did not kill me, then yours will surely not.”

He hated to vomit though. And there had been days of that the last time. Hopefully the poison of an Opal would be less sharp. That would have to wait, though. There was a wedding plan. If Tait was made agreeable, then there would be two.

Saving his Ebon-gray away again Isidore lounged on the bed. Back to the wall and long legs crossed at the ankle. A light veil of steam rising from the water as he heated the tub with his Sapphire. She did not strip where he could enjoy the view. That was why he had provided the divider, though. Force would not get him the emotional bond he hoped to form with Tait. He had taken away so much while she slept, all the things she knew. Her family. Everything but her name and personality, really. Now was the time to give. To show her if she wanted to live comfortably, and safely, she would have to turn to him for such things.

He pressed his palm to his cock at her moaning. Still a disappointment. Firmer now than it had been capable of the night before. Not firm enough to be useful. He rubbed it anyway, smiling at her gumption. ”Yes, I think you’re very pretty. Why else would I take you?”

A tap on the door signaled the housekeepers arrival. ”Rochelle, this is Tait. The one I spoke to you about. She will be staying in the house until I decide the best use for her.” The housekeeper gave a quiet greeting while she set a wide tray on the bed. Bowls of chilled fruit squares and lettuce wraps filled with egg salad. Isidore did not wait, his stomach clenched at the thought of anything in it after the honey. He knew it was the only way to feel better, though. Forcing down a few bites of cold mango while Rochelle with her deep wrinkles waited quietly to be dismissed.

”Would you like her to wash your hair, Tait?” He offered. Both turning towards the divider.

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 14, 2018, 12:49:16 AM

"Undoubtedly," she agreed with his warning. Probably boiled babies for soup. Tait would find their secrets. Something she could use. Something that could win her whatever she needed. She might only be Opal jeweled but she was Glacian and a Black Widow. Cunning was in her blood. She frowned lightly, the skin between her brows creasing with the motion. "So devout you abandon Kaeleer to do what? Insulate yourself? That why you go onto the main land and steal unsuspecting ladies? Blood too thin here?" Probably.

He was a handsome bastard when he grinned at her. Handsome and wicked, a demon from Hell probably. Sent to punish her for her arrogance no doubt. She should have listened to those webs. She tapped her finger against her lips, thinking on his words. "Where's the fun in utter submission?" she asked pleasantly, "No fight and a big bore is what you'd rather a girl be eh?" Could he hear what she planned? Could he hear her quiet thoughts sheltered behind the thickest barrier she could erect? Did his dark jewels give him an advantage to those inner most places in her mind? "Have I much choice?" she asked honestly not a hint of a lie in her voice.

If she had to accept this she would.. For a time.

"Good. I'd hate to have my play held against me," she chuckled back. She was beginning to think she was a consummate actress. Her mind and self preservation allowing her to laugh and simper with her captor when any other time she'd be spitting and hissing. His Ebon-gray frightened much more than she would ever admit. Tait could remain the cocky little redhead she generally was. "Come now, it's not always about the jewel strength in a potent venom. Sometimes its simply about the venom," she chastised. She wouldn't look at him as he released her and she made a beeline for the screen.

"Fine company?" she laughed from where she lounged in the tub. She could feel the dirt and grim of her sweaty body melting away, her muscles relaxing and her skin heating with the water. "Wit? Entertaining banter?" she continued with another chuckle and scrubbed a creamy thigh with the cloth provided.

She listened to the woman enter and set down what could only be her breakfast on the bed. "Pleasure," she called to the woman, splashing the water as she lifted her arm and sent a false salute to the female she couldn't really see. He hadn't shielded her from the housekeeper as he had the boys who'd brought the water and Tait could only assume that he meant for this woman to know who she was. It did not bode well for her. The woman would not be an ally for her. Pity.

"No!" she said sharply before grimacing. She didn't want the woman any where near her truthfully. Didn't want her hands in her hair, on her head, no where near her while she was vulnerable. "I mean.. No thank you, I'd rather like doing it myself," she recovered from her outburst, softening her voice and forcing a suddenly taut body into relaxation. She couldn't very well tell him that being touched by the woman would disgust her, now could she?



Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 14, 2018, 02:02:24 PM

”No, there are enough of us that careful marriages keep our lineages strong.” Isidore told her without offense. Not sure why she wanted to risk picking at his temper. Fear was a strange thing, especially from Black Widows. They were not a caste of women that liked to be cowed. ”We always raid the seas and mainland. We only take the loveliest, or most clever slaves for lovers and war brides. What greater treasure of pillaging is there than a woman for other men to envy?”

Isidore recognized the look in her eyes. Polite enough not to peer into her barriers. Though he could if he wanted. Had trained hard to stop it happening on accident. Lust was familiar enough a reaction to his person that he didn’t need to dig to know Tait appreciated his strong lines. Dipping his face toward his shoulder he grinned at her again. ”I see you are not a woman that has given over control of her pleasure before. Submission certainly doesn’t have to be boring. It isn’t the end of a fight or the stifling of personality. It’s a chance to be opened to new experiences. And for you, it is the opportunity to embrace your new reality. Instead of being broken into fitting it.”

His eyes promised he was familiar with such loveplay. Enjoying both ends of the spectrum, to be honest. Submitting and dominating. There were pleasant aspects to both. Even for a man who had to bend himself to submit, since no one else could force him. Hands touching his wrist briefly he pushed away the hot but bitter memory. No one but Eulalie.

Her soft question left unanswered. She did have a choice. But it was an ugly one.

It seemed she could tell as much. Going to her bath without tricks. He had nearly expected her to try sinking her tooth in him. Others had. Black Widows knew the potency of their poison. But often overestimated it against his Jewel and the ability of the temple healer. Each descent into the darkness producing more dangerous venom. Isidore had carefully tested the limits of what his body could take. Until suffering the convulsions and illness of meeting the Red. He had needed to know. Eulalie was, thought he was one of only 3 people to know it, a Black Widow.

He had hoped to find his boy capable of withstanding at least the Gray long enough to seek help. Hoped that he could acclimate his body to take the pain until Eulalie’s venom was no longer a threat. But it was impossible. There was too much pain for such little gain. He would just have to rely on his shields if she ever decided to attack him.

For Tait, though, he would take a stabbing. So that she could see. It would make him sweat and maybe wretch a few times. Then in a day he would be fit again, and maybe fill her with a child to keep it from happening again. Today was not the day for teaching that lesson. Not while he felt drained from lack of sleep and drugged honey. ”Yes. I will happily enjoy those things also. But it was your hair and your smile that made me need to have you.”

He wondered if it scared her. His choice of words. Did she think he had raped her while she slept? He could have. And even though he hadn’t Isidore did not touch the subject. When they did join their bodies he would leave her with a pleasant ache. Then she would know he had not. If he declared it now she would only focus on the discomforting doubt that she could not be sure it was true.

”Very well then. You may go.” Rochelle found Tait’s hair interesting too. Old eyes crinkling as she walked back to the door. Such a rare burst of color to see on a person. The old woman said nothing, and took no offense at the refusal for help cleaning it. Only raising a brow before leaving the room. Judging Isidore in that stern but quiet way housekeepers had. Clearly she thought Isidore might suggest doing it himself. It was probably good advise. She had been the housekeeper since before he was born. The meaning behind each silent look as clear as if she had spoken. Which she did not do often or without reason. Isidore knew nothing about hair, but he knew women.

Tait would not want him to touch her while she was naked. Not yet. He would see her, because he was impatient. And he wanted her to ask for clothing. The sweaty nightgown she had worn taken when Rochelle left the room. Only a towel left hanging on the end of the divider. ”You had a nice room, at the inn. You come from a worthy family in Glacia?” He asked so that the room would not grow too uncomfortable with silence.

Another bite taken from the tray of fruits while she answered. Stomach settling enough that he could wait until she joined him to finish eating.
Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 15, 2018, 01:06:24 PM

Tait hid her fear behind a veneer of sarcastic thoughts and questions meant to prickle. It was her coping mechanism. Her shield and protection. Even if her mouth got her in trouble, Tait had never been able to school the babble. "Poor, poor mainland. Taking all their lovely treasures. What ever will they do without them?" she teased with a twinkle in the dark blue eyes. Eyes that closed against the closeness of his mouth to her skin. That wicked grin curling lips meant for kissing.

Get it together, Tait she snarled at herself. This man had captured her without so much as a warning to her. To make her slave, to do what ever he wanted to her. He was not handsome, he was a demon. "I've never allowed another to control me," she told him with a firm tone and a lift of her chin, "I've never submitted to anyone. For pleasure or otherwise, a fight can add to that pleasure. Turn it tenfold, but I don't want to be broken for it either." That would never do. Tait would never allow herself to be broken. Ever. His eyes were hot and Tait shivered.

She was thankful he didn't try to stop her when she went behind the screen. Her entire back had been a tight knot with the thought that he would force her to strip there, where he could see every inch of her like a broodmare on the block.

"Good because they are things I have in abundance," she grinned unseen behind the screen, "I think I like the idea of needing me." She chose to ignore every inch of the apprehension that had built with each and every word he spoke. The finality of them. The idea that she may never be able to leave. She may never be able to slip into the winds and make her way home. She shuddered at the idea, skin pimpling beneath her soapy cloth.

She continued to wash, the sweat and salt cleaned from her body with rough swipes of her cloth. Anger at her helplessness rose around her and any regret at her sharp denial of the woman's help eaten away by it. She dunked her head beneath the water, coming up when her mass of red hair was drenched through and reached for the soap. Fingers sank into the strands and Tait couldn't suppress another groan as she scrubbed the filth away from her head. For a disgusting savage, he did have fine things if the tub, soap and screen were any indication.

Dunking her head again, she rinsed the lather from her hair and popped back up in time for his asked question. Her mouth immediately widened as she thought of the family he'd stolen her from. Wicked and worthy. Glacian to their cores and they would be so very angry when they found out she was missing. "My aunt is Queen of Meols, her favorite brother my father who is also a first circle guard. One uncle captains a skyship and the rest are warriors," she didn't bother hiding the pride in her voice. Everything about her family made her proud and she would never deny it.

"And you, Nazaire?" she asked standing from the water, splashing it to the floor in a childish act of defiance, "Have you a family considered worthy? A decent respectful lot?" She moved carefully on the water soaked floor, it wouldn't do to slip and fall. Hurting herself before she could flee would be foolish. Reaching for the towel that hung at the end of the screen, Tait's brows puckered with irritation. Her nightgown and heavy clothes were gone.

Wrapping the towel around her nakedness firmly, Tait hissed at him with anger, "Where are my clothes, Nazaire?" There wasn't even another towel to wrap her wet hair in. It hung wet and damp down to her hips, clinging to the skin of her shoulders and neck. "Rotten host you are. Stealing my clothes, making me stand here with wet hair. Horrible."




Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 16, 2018, 12:10:52 AM

Isidore didn’t mind her bristling. Determination was as good an emotion as any. He thought it was a positive sign she used it against him already. It made for a solid shield to hide her other feelings under. The ones he wanted her to embrace. To associate with his presence. Lust foremost, because it would be the pleasantest way to win her over. But she had to see him as her protector in this new place, and her provider always.

Or else she would keep trying to get away. Until he was forced to punish her for it, or see her punished.

Listening to her chatter was a much more amusing way to pass the time. He smiled while she couldn’t see it. Marking a small victory in the way she opened herself to his compliment. Good girls needed rewarding so he gave her another. ”Warlord Princes are often weak to pretty women. And victims to our needs and instinct. There was no time to play love games and convince you to be mine. My obligations as a Prince and protector in Paon are too great.”

If he had gone back it would have taken him months to track her again. Following memories and faint scents. No. Taking her was the best solution. Or at least the best that also gave him what he wanted.

Their chat resumed when Rochelle left them. A proud Glacian, like so many others he had met. Lineage declared in a one long breath. His face soured and his heart flinched. He couldn’t stop the hiss of disgust. So closely related to a queen! He would have to get webs created for every pregnancy to make sure she didn’t bring him such shame. At least the men of her family boasted potential. ”Then you will make me beautiful daughters and strong, warrior sons.”

He listened to the lapping of water to the floor. Skin tingling because he knew she was wet and naked on the other side of the divider. Could smell her natural oils on the steam from the bath. And still his stupid cock slept on. The blood in his veins slowed by the honey so that it couldn’t fill him to hardness.

With a sigh he told her of his own pride. ”Respectful, respectable, and leaders of  great armies. Paon is ruled by Priestesses, our political and religious head is my dearest cousin Eulalie Reneaux, the Black Jeweled Priestess.” He paused to listen for her reaction. Then went on with a smirk. ”My father was the captain of raiders to the former Mother Priestess. I took the position when he died. Mother is a celebrated healer. My aunt shares your caste, but birthing Eulalie was her greatest accomplishment. The Nazaire family is the backbone of the economy. We deal heavily in the slave trade, but I have broadened our investments to include civil and private endeavors across both realms.” Funny how it sounded impressive instead of complicated when he laid it out in such simple descriptions.
She rose another shield of emotion against him. Anger this time. That was expected. The bath leaving her sensitive and exposed. ”Where you going to put your dirty clothes back on?” He asked with a soft laugh. Expression innocent as he stood up again. Lithe despite his exhausted limbs. Back sore despite the brew and salve he had been given. With a flick of his lids he searched his psychic cabinet. A long, soft shirt pulled into existence. One of his own. Clean but not washed since he had last worn it on the short trip from house to beach. His scent stained it, but it was good for her to grow used to it. ”This will do while you eat. I will have dresses brought for you to wear. And when things start to go well between us the tailor will bring you designs to be fitted.”

He didn’t suggest that things would not go well. Or speak of what would happen if that were the case. It wouldn’t be. He could already tell. Black widows were a self-serving lot. Isidore didn’t mind, he was much the same. And it made them more willing to adapt to change. ”Here. I can help with the hair too.” He offered. Coming closer slowly to stand behind her wholesome figure. Hands smoothing down the long strands gently. Barely touching them at all. A warming spell seeing them gently dried from roots to tips. Mouth near her ear so he could ask, ”Would you like me to close my eyes while you dress?”

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 16, 2018, 09:15:50 AM

She had laughed until her anger had taken over. Warlord Princes weak? Victims of their own instincts? The killing instinct maybe. She would never consider someone who was so territorial, so protective and so viciously thorough weak. "My father would kindly disagree with you Nazaire. He would dislike being told he was weak because Warlord Princes lack control. He is utterly controlled," she sniffed as she soaped. Warlord Princes weak. "I would imagine most males are weak to pretty women, Warlord Princes don't hold that monopoly and he would be the first to say so," she laughed again and shook her head. Weak.

Love play and convincing. Tait was afraid it wouldn't have taken much for her headstrong and independent idiocy to be convinced by him.

Daughters and sons. Sons and daughters. Tait had no desire for either of those things, least of all with master to her slave. She'd never wanted children, leave that to her sister and cousins. Children were a terrifying prospect. Oh no. None for her. She wouldn't answer him about that just yet, wouldn't give him the knowledge that children would never be in the future. As if there would be a future. She would find a platform, a anchor to the webs and when the time was right. Tait would be gone.

She pursed her lips as he listed off the accomplishments of his family. Slavers and thieves it sounded like but she could hear that pride in his voice. The same pride that marked her own and she would never voice those opinions. "Strange that none of us have heard of the Eulalie. This black jeweled priestess," she mused, "Black jeweled and she has not declared herself Witch? Odd" Didn't every Black Jeweled woman of the blood eventually do such a thing? "Is she malformed? Something wrong with her? Bidding her time?" she asked certain there was something fundamentally wrong with this Eulalie that she hadn't declared herself Witch.

Naked and alone. None of the safety she'd always been assured of wrapped around her like a blanket when cold. She continued to glare at the screen. "Yes," she told him haughtily and lifted the chin he couldn't see, "They were my only things but they were mine." Rotten man. Terrible man. She flinched when he came around the screen clutching a shirt in his hand. By the size it was apparent it was his and Tait wanted nothing from him.

"I don't wear dresses," she said stubbornly, "The skirts get in the way." Lies and more lies. Tait liked dresses. Enjoyed the feminine quality they gave to her but a dress would make expose her, make her even more helpless. She hated being helpless. She closed her eyes around the fear that was there as Nazaire came towards her, hair barely moved by large hands and then entire length was warmed and dried.

Body shivered as his breath puffed against her ear, a question that was both silly and serious. She shrugged and dropped the towel to hold out her hand, the entire creamy expanse of her skin stood for him to see. Breasts high on her chest, pert and just a handful with her narrow hips and gentle thatch of hair that matched the hair on her head. Not a freckle in sight. "Whats the point? I'm to be a slave and its not like you're not going to see what I have anyway." Stubborn as always. Playing with fire and going to get burned.

She held out her hand and gave it a shake, "Are you going to give it to me or not?" The air was not cold but the breeze was creating little bumps on her skin. Her brave idiotic notions were going to get her in so much trouble. "Well?"



Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 17, 2018, 12:04:01 AM

”Many dislike ugly truths about themselves.” Isidore told her with a shrug. Let her father think what he liked. Tait was safely away from that inevitable explosion. It was impossible to be both a warlord prince and controlled. Perhaps his tolerance, his breaking point, was higher than most. But that was not the same. They were, by definition, a law unto themselves. ”It seems to me your experience with the caste comes solely from him. I doubt he gave you a proper impression. To be a daughter is not the same as being the object of a warlord princes interest. Princes and Warlords may take equal notice of beauty, but there are no laws of Protocol to protect others made for them, are there?”

No. Those unspoken social rules were created for the warlord prince. To keep him from destroying others, and himself, when he found what pleased his eye or heart. This one would learn, in time, what a real warlord prince looked like. She was going to be living in very close quarters with one, after all.

She confused him then. Quiet for a while while his words hung in the air. Thoughts far aware but he could feel them weighing on her shoulders.

In cold warning he growled, ”You will call her Lady Reneaux or Mother Priestess only.” Malformed! His beautiful Eulie! Even with his own anger and humiliation still seething across his back Isidore would not allow such talk. ”She is not a queen.” Stupid child. What did they teach them in Glacia? He would have to find a priestess to tutor her wiser. ”Only a black jeweled queen can call herself Witch.” The only queen the men of Paon had, or would ever follow. There was little point to the jab anyway. So what if no one had heard of Eulalie? She had never heard of Paon, but here she was, bound for life.

Stubborn. He was growing tired of her growing attitude. There had been enough of that this week already. They would have to turn things around. Or he would have to turn her over his knee. Once she was enveloped in his heavy scent and fed her mood would likely improve. ”You will have new things, and when those are clean you will have them back.” He promised. The quality of those new things dependent entirely on her decisions going forward.

”They will not get in the way today.” Silly woman. He didn’t care what she wore. If she wore anything at all. A dress was offered because it was what he had on hand. Rochelle’s discerning eye appraising the woman’s size in quick glimpses and by judging the dirty nightclothes she had taken away.

More stubbornness. Nose twitching he gave her a sour smile. ”It was an honest offer, but if you want to give up your modesty so soon I have no reason to complain.” He didn’t meet her eyes. Words spoken to the red peaks of her breast. Drinking up what she gave him to see. She was right. In the end he would have seen her anyway. Would taste every inch and toss her into an orgasm. But that could have been weeks, or months away. His patience immeasurable when there was satisfaction and pleasure to draw it out for.

She was lucky. Heat curled in his groin but he was limp still. ”I will not. Since you have not said please or thank you.” He decided, tossing the shirt over his bare shoulder instead. Crowding her. A head taller and far broader in shoulder. Meeting her determination with strong hands that gripped her bare hips. Turning her around roughly, unashamed to take a long hard look at that side too. Shepherding her to the bed. ”Sit. Eat. And if you are polite through breakfast I will offer you the shirt again.”

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 17, 2018, 12:35:05 AM

"My father is not the only Warlord Prince I've known, Nazaire," she said as she shook her head. It sounded like he feared what he was. Feared who he was. His caste was terrifying, this was true but she'd never seen what apparently he thought they were. She'd heard the stories of that terrible time they all went through, the rut that made them far more dangerous than they ever were, Tait's father didn't think either of his daughters would be better off not knowing. He taught them what it was dealing with a Warlord Prince and he'd would thrash her silly listening to the way she handled this one. Of course he would forgive her later for it. Nazaire had stolen her and didn't deserve her respect.

She shrugged, "Queen, priestess, Black Widow. Black Jeweled they can declare themselves whatever they want. Who could stand against them? Mother Night only. We are nothing but ash to a fire." She'd call her cow. Best that Tait never made the acquaintance of this priestess. She didn't know if she could pretend to be nice.

"Sure," she agreed, "If you say so, Nazaire then it must be true." She fought that urge to roll her eyes. She needed to remember what he was. Ebon-gray. Warlord Prince. Unknown. She would drive him to a killing field and be a fool for it. "No, just the hem of this shirt."

Her grin was cocky as he gave his words to the nipples on her chest. Males. They were all the same. Modesty was for old women and prudes. "I have eyes, Nazaire or do you expect my tits to answer you back?" she laughed and tapped a foot with her hand still held out. She did nothing as he denied her. Foot stopped tapping and she regarded him with those dark blue eyes. She held her ground as he crowded her, forcing her to look up and how she hated that.

"Suit yourself, Prince," she shrugged as he spun her around. The grin still firmly planted on her mouth as she felt the heat of his gaze along her backside and she sashayed towards the bed. Crawling onto the soft piece of furniture she settled herself cross legged at the head and maneuvered the tray of food to sit in front of her. She could pretend that this was nothing more than the after thought of a lover's tryst. She reached for a mango and popped it in her mouth, stomach squealing at the first taste. She laughed, "I suppose I might have been a bit hungry."

Hands moved quickly and she popped another fruit in her mouth, juices running down her chin. Wiping it away she looked at him again. Handsome devil. "Look," she said by way of apology, "You've got me at a disadvantage and it puts my back up. Words spoken in haste are never polite but I will not cower and cry at your feet like a beaten dog." Proud and brave words. She would not be cowed. She bit into another piece of fruit, "Have you got a napkin?" she asked politely.





Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 17, 2018, 06:30:58 PM

”I prefered your profanity to this heresy, girl.” Isidore said calmly. In no mood for arguing or teaching religion. No. If she could not be taught, then he would simply have to be twice as dutiful when educating his children. So that their innocent minds did not absorb her heathen upbringing. That would make their lives unnecessary difficult. Slave born sons would already have a lot to prove.

In Tait it didn’t really matter except that it upset him. She would never be worthy of speaking to Eulalie, or anyone of significance in the Temple. No one that would care would be subjected to the offense of her mouth. While talk of Eulalie made him sensitive, today particularly, his own devotion was weak. Put under question often, and turned a blind eye too.

Fine if she was determined not to believe his generosity. That was alright. He would prove it in time. One of the things that differentiated his household from many on the island was its peacefulness. Not forced silence or uncomfortable quiet, but actual relaxation. There was always an undercurrent of easy going chatter coming from the kitchens. The maids smiled, and the men in the field were not afraid to stand and wave. Runaway attempts were rare, and always from newly captured slaves. He had developed many methods of making his people content in their lives, even if those lives were under his ownership. Tait would see, there were rewards for those that deserved them.

Fine dresses for wives.

Glance slowly rising he sighed at her sassiness. She wanted to make him angry. To see him act out his temper and condemn him for it. Isidore was not some slow male with more muscle than wit. They graced him in equal measure. ”Your eyes won’t answer me back either, and I don't’ think you mouth cares which I look at.” They were well shaped breasts. And he would look his fill since she had revealed them of her own will.

”Yes. I will.” Suit himself just fine. He could understand the need to find some measure of control. But this was his house and she had to learn that she was his woman. Otherwise she would be just another slave. With the same use but none of the respect a title as wife would give. There would be work instead of leisure. And no one to protect her from the other males in the house.

She took a portion of the bed. Settling comfortably with her back to the headboard. Isidore sat there too. Arm resting along the top, his side pressing along her shoulder. Picking from the tray with slow deliberation. He had to eat, had to fuel his Ebon-gray. But he did not want to overfill his tender stomach. ”Mhm.” He told her between bites of the egg filled lettuce rolls, ”sleeping spells will do that. I used my Ebon-gray so it didn’t drain your Jewels, but fighting the Craft raises your metabolism.”

Knowledge gained from boyhood afternoons spent at his healer mother’s side.

She would feel better once she had eaten. Less temperamental, he was sure. And less vulnerable once he allowed her to get dressed. Already it seemed to be working. Sucking guava juice from his lower lip he listened to her explanation. Only half critical. None of it showing through as he shifted to be nearer. Her knee grazing his thigh and her shoulder touching his chest. ”You have reasons to be upset. Those feelings will lessen in time, but they need not be replaced with hopelessness. I have not asked you to cower or cry, and I have done nothing to harm your body.” All he could do was swear it. There was no way to prove he had not touched her while she slept. Not without letting her into his mind, which would just be foolish. ”The way you live from now on is your choice. Stay here as my wife, be treated well and richly rewarded. I will be as good to you as to my native wife. If that is not a life that appeals to you, then we will find you a place in the household, or the fields, whatever suits your talents. There will be hard work, but your needs will be met. I will not be there to stop the slave men from taking you for a lover though. I can only punish them after the fact.”

He took his time scrapping a thin skin from a foreign grown peach. The soft fuzz was not a texture he enjoyed. ”And if I were hoping for you to act like any sort of dog, it would be a bitch in heat. Don’t you think?”

With the back of his hand he carefully slicked the juice that dribbled off her chin. Tonguing his knuckles clean a second later. ”No. If it drips Rochelle will just change the sheets.” When he had finished eating he reached over to open the shuttered window. It let in a sweeping view of Voulan. Gilded temple bright in the early sunlight. City following it down the mountain and spilling out towards the estate. Separated from the bustle by a shallow patch of jungle. On the ground below a boy no more than twelve was running up the path with a bundle of papers. Letters and bids on goods he was selling from his last raid. He waved to his master cheerfully. ”He came from Glacia too. About two years ago. Beat out five other boys in a footrace to see who would fetch my letters and packages.”

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 18, 2018, 12:20:48 AM

"True," she grinned at him as his eyes indeed rose and he sighed at her. She quite enjoyed the banter, even if it was more one sided than two.

She knew he'd done something to her to get her to sleep for so long and so heavily but she had assumed he'd drugged her instead of used spells. His Ebon-gray was potent and she could be grateful he'd used his own jewels to fuel them. It could have been dangerous, draining her to the point of no return. She was proud of the fact she didn't stiffen or move away from him when he pressed a side into her shoulder. "Apparently," she murmured with amusement as her stomach squealed again.

Closer and closer he moved. The heat of him soaking into her skin and Tait cursed herself for not being polite enough and obnoxious enough not to get that shirt. She would regret her actions now. Eyes closed as she listened to his words. Done nothing to harm her. Maybe not her body but there were more ways to harm someone than harming them physically. "I'm aware that you haven't taken me Nazaire," she told him, "And even if you asked me it's not in me to do either of those things." A proud tilt of her head.

"But is it truly a choice?" she asked with a shrug and a hand palm up, "Wither away under some kind of strain, taken by force or live here as your wife. Wear my body down until I can't move or be the wife of a Warlord Prince? No, it's not much of a choice, Nazaire. I'll stay." For now, but she didn't voice those words. She shrugged again, "Who am I to know what is actually going on in that head? Cower and cry, pant like a bitch in heat. Who knows which it will be."

Tongue darted out to touch her full bottom lip as he licked the juices clean from his knuckles and Tait could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Tamping the feeling down she asked, "Why make more work for the poor woman when a simple napkin works as well?" She blinked against the early morning sunlight.

She leaned forward to gaze out the window, nakedness forgotten to see what he showed her. A boy running up the path. "Cute," she said as she leaned back to grab a lettuce wrap, "Bet his mother misses him terribly."

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 18, 2018, 02:08:04 PM

Isidore watched her eyes close with curiosity. Feeling her with probes of Sapphire. Fear? Some strange display of her stubbornness? He couldn't tell without digging. Listening in turn as she insisted, still, that there would be none of this cowering he had not even tried to get her to do. She was, he thought, purposely misunderstanding him. ”You do not have to be a lonesome mountain, weathering the storm and eroding with time. Instead be like the palm tree, Tait. Learn to bend when the storm comes, and then you will never have to break.”

He didn’t know if she had seen one before. They did not grow in Glacia. But they did not stop their women folk from adventuring to foreign lands. There were plenty to see from the window, though. A long finger pointing to one that swayed its broad leaves in the wind.

”It is a choice. Yes, there would be hard work but it is fair work, as long as you are here. I cannot, of course, make guesses as to how others on the island or in Pruul, treat their slaves. In my house, though, good work and loyalty will see a slave elevated in due time. There are slaves in Glacia, do not pretend such ideas are foreign to you.” So what if freedom was more easily earned there? The work was harder by nature of the harsher environment. ”A pretty, clever slave girl will be treated well here as long as she makes herself useful.”

Licking his lips again he grinned over his hand at her blushing. Thinking that she would have let him lick it from her face if he had tried. ”A wife, though, is a wife. Free to do anything except leave the island. Rewarded with a share of my riches, and a great deal of my personal affection. You would not be the only wife, either, I must have a native woman as well. So the running of the house will not be your duty. You will keep a bed of your own, in a room of your own- this one most likely. And I will only join you in it half the time.”

He would have to make children with this mysterious black widow Eulalie had chosen. Hopefully she would be pretty. Or compliant at the very least. He was curious but not in a hurry to find out.

”Well I have none.” He said of napkins. Turning instead to the window, and the boy. Watching his quick feet carry him to the house. Final destination the office on the second floor. Isidore would not bend his mind to work today, though. That was for tomorrow, so he could have more time to recover before facing Eulalie again. And meeting the Lady Chant he was to marry.

Mother Night she had better really be a virgin.

Eyebrows low he watched her take more food from the plate. Then shrugged, ”I doubt it. She was the one that sold him, and his older sister, to me for half of what they might have cost on the block in Raej.”

Naive young thing, to think the world was colored in black and white. Right and wrong. She would learn today that these islands were gray. As gray as the Jewel he wore as a ring. When the wedding was over he would take her to watch a runaway lashed. Skin torn by the whip for attempting to escape. If that did not dissuade her then the tracking spell he wove around her Opal with the full strength of his Ebon-gray surely would. Smiling kindly he brushed her shoulder. ”There now. So you don’t get lost while exploring your new home.”

His eyes drifted shut but he was watching still. If she shifted to reach him with her poisoned finger he would know. ”Ah, yes, here comes Rochelle with clothes. You may cover up.” He did not open his eyes, too tired still. They would  have to bring coffee. But he did he offer her the shirt to hid her nakedness while Rochelle brought in a rolling cart where several fine day dresses hung on wire hooks. The interruption was brief. The housekeeper busy with all this talk of wives and weddings. ”You must stay on this floor of the house for now. There is a sitting room with a view of the ocean and a small library. You may use both. I have to leave you for a few hours, I’m afraid. I need a bath of my own and sleep.”

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Tait Spinner on July 18, 2018, 07:55:49 PM
Eyes followed his finger as he told her do as the palm tree and bend with the storm. She shivered at the words, a storm was coming and if Tait wanted to remain unharmed she would need to bend. She sighed. "I'll play your game," she told him softly, "We have slaves. Servants more like, but I would never have been a servant. Ever. I have no desire to be a slave, so I'll play it your way." Spoiled and loved. Tait would never have had to worry about whoring herself out to get ahead.

She could play the wife game. Play it until she believed it herself. Play it until she could go home. It shouldn't take long. Free rein of the island, to seek and search and sneak, and all she had to do was be nice. Play nice and she could find her way home. "I suppose that's a good thing. I never was good at running a household," she watched him grin over his hand, "It's a nice room, it'll do." Half time was better than full time, she mused to herself.

She shrugged at his statement to hide the disgust she felt at the fact. Children were supposed to be celebrated and loved. Not sold like cattle. "Such is life." Probably sold the girl to the highest bidder. Let the other slaves have at her. Tait had no doubt she'd find the girl wandering broken and insane around the island.

The spell was heavy on her. She stiffened as he brushed at her shoulder. He'd coated her Opal with his Ebon-gray. The tracking spell would never be broken by her. A stubborn line cast to her jaw, teeth clenched against the intrusion. "Wonderful," she said dryly, "Getting lost was the last thing I wanted to do." She didn't have time to stab him with her poison finger, though it had been poised to do just that, when his maid came through the door.

She scowled at the words he threw at her like permission. She may cover up but she wasn't going to. She did take the shirt he offered and draped it across her lap. The maid was welcome to a look at her breasts, Tait didn't care, but she didn't need to take a peek between Tait's thighs. She waited for the woman to leave before shift to stand and padding towards the dresses left behind. She flipped through them and had to admit they were fine.

"Shall I miss you while you're gone?" she asked as she took a hanger down and pressed the material to her front. Yes, it would do.

Title: Re: A New Reality
Post by: Isidore Nazaire on July 19, 2018, 12:05:19 PM

A game? His eyebrows lifted briefly. If that was how she needed to frame the situation then Isidore would let her be. Women, at their very cores, wanted to be spoiled and well loved. He could do those things. Easily and readily. Time would turn her game into a pleasant reality. The only question was if it would take weeks or years. Luckily Isidore had both.

”Mm, it is not a skill easily learned or enjoyed by all. I have several estates that must be managed and maintained while I am away. Best to leave it to a woman trained for such things.” Certainly not to a slave that would sell it all in a bid for freedom the second his back was turned.

Looking around the room he shrugged his shoulders. The room was the biggest other than the master suit. His father had not kept a war bride. So the room had been Isidore’s until he took over the household. ”Yes, it is nice. It will need more furniture, I think. You will have to go shopping later in the week.” Once his first set of nuptials had been completed.

”Yes.” Such was life. ”I am glad to have them. He is likely the fastest boy in Paon. And the girl has been a clever apprentice to the cook.” One door closed on their young lives. But they had embraced the new one Isidore opened up for them.

She did not like it. The tracking spell he attached to her Jewel. There was no other way. Nothing else he could place the spell on. Other than her body. Which he did sometimes with the slaves that made him worry. ”This is just for now. In a few weeks when we are married, I will move it to the ring I give you. Don’t worry, it only feels strange for a little while. You’ll forget it’s even there in a couple of hours.”

Rochelle came in then. Leaving behind the well made silks and cottons. A reward for Tait’s tolerance during their first meeting. His hopes were high. Once she realized there was nothing to escape from, they would have a fun time together. She would not have needed to give him so much temper if she wasn’t already growing fond of him. When they were not interested in him as a man, they always devolved to fear and tears.

”Not this time,” He smiled slow as she admired one of the dresses. Standing up slower than he had before. A few hours of sleep would make his back feel better too. ”But my bed is comfortable and warm if you get too lonesome.” The door rarely locked. Once there was a first wife in the house it would not be allowed, though. At least not while she was home. Women were territorial creatures, too, he had learned.

Before he left the room he touched the dress she held in her hands. ”Green is a good color for you.” Brought out the range of shades in her eyes and made her hair brighter. ”Rochelle wears the Rose as a descent if you need to reach her on a thread. I will see you at dinner.” He kissed her cheek and took one last look at her bare backside before leaving.