No- Absolutely Not

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Rhett Prentice

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No- Absolutely Not
« on: January 14, 2018, 11:34:02 PM »

"Have you been getting your jewels drained?" Voice flat Rhett didn't bother to look up from the missive in his right hand. He wore a frown that puckered his eyebrows. Reading over the ridiculous mandate with an expression of disdain. Donate his extra provisions! Really? They wouldn't know what was extra until it didn't get used. "A baby is one thing- a Craft cooked one is another. Be sure your seeing the healer when you're supposed to, Lady Deryn"

He already had an insufferable brat to keep fed all winter. He didn't need a squalling half human making everyone fret. Now he did peer over the page at the woman he spoke to. Scrawny still, but she'd be fat as a autumn goose in a few more months. He sighed at the paper. Not the sort of letter that went well with breakfast. That went over well at all, really.

Still. Business was business. And the mountain camps were technically his responsibility, since they were in his province. Load of tosh. If they wanted food they ought to come back down like sensible people. Work on the farms instead of hoping for a handout. It had been a damned century already, acclimate for Witch's sake!

"Deborah," He called over his shoulder as the paper was dropped to the polished table top. "Deborah! Can we have more coffee please?" Where was that hearth witch gone to now? Rhett shifted in his seat, fingers idly turning his empty mug. What a mess. The district leaders would have a fit. Extra rations indeed. 

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Bronwyn Derys

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #1 on: January 15, 2018, 10:28:16 AM »

Winnie paused, a piece of jellied biscuit half way off her plate, stomach suddenly very sour. She really wished he'd stayed quiet. Bad enough she had to live in his house, rotten grape of a man, she didn't understand why he had to talk to her. Especially like that. It was offensive. And she sniffed to let him know so, picking her breakfast back up and biting off a piece as if she were snapping off his head.

Winnie chewed very thoroughly.

"I have." Though not since her arrival. Braden had been doing it, but since he'd run off, Winnie hadn't found another person to entrust them to. She had time though, it wasn't as if she were going to be practicing any of her craft anyway. She just had to be careful about the small, instinctual things, that was all. Something stubborn in her gut whispering that she should put it off longer just to spite Rhett.

"Do you even have a healer in this cursed place?" The corner of her napkin wiped crumbs from her lips. Her eyes narrowed. "I hear you have a hard time holding on to them." Winnie didn't quite smirk, picking up her cup of tea and drinking while he rattled his empty mug and called for yet another missing witch. Why anyone had given this particular male power over anything more than his own shoe laces, Winnie couldn't fathom.

Jackanapes.

Rhett Prentice

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #2 on: January 15, 2018, 10:55:18 AM »
It took the twit an exceptionally long time to remember how to speak. She tried to mask it with her vigorous chewing but Rhett knew better. Useless loaf of a woman. He could practically see the cogs clicking and turning in her tiny head while she tried to think of a retort. He didn’t even have to look.

For all the world Lady Deryn looked the part of a porcelain doll.On their first meeting, years ago, his hopes had been high. Pretty, dainty, ladylike. But it was a farce. She was a damned harpy that screeched and whined and complained at every given chance. He had no tolerance for coddling such a creature- and this one had been made insufferable by such treatment already. She had run off back then, and given him some peace. But whoever she had run too had seen through the act as well. Left her screaming and sobbing all over his doorstep.

”There’s a healer in the village. Or Grace, when she comes home.” At eighteen his eldest child was free to come and go as she pleased. Mostly she went, but that didn’t stop Rhett from hoping she would take up a permanent room. His lavishing her in gifts had not yet worked, but he was certain it would someday and said as much with confidence. ”Grace in the village if its been a while. The thing’ll grow two heads or six feet if you don’t manage yourself. Then how will you push it out?”

As the hearth witch appeared she replaced the empty coffee carafe with a fresh, steaming pot. Muttering some apology or another. He waved it away, focus sharply turned to Lady Deryn as his mug was refilled. ”No harder a time than you seem to have holding onto anyone that might want you.”

He didn’t regret the crack in his temper even if his maid sucked in a breath of disapproval as she scampered back from where she came. Harsh though his words might be they were less than what would be whispered as her pregnancy progressed. She might as well get used to it now. ”I’ll have you know, Emeline is not gone, gone.” He sipped at his coffee, less certain about the possibility of his current wife’s return. ”She’ll be back.” She had said so!

Bronwyn Derys

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #3 on: January 15, 2018, 07:04:54 PM »

”I’m surprised she ever does that.” Who would want to come to this forsaken house with its mannerless master? Winnie hadn’t cared for his heavy handedness as a child, she liked it even less now. But she didn’t have the stamina for running away this time. Not when she couldn’t use her Jewels.

”I can manage myself fine, thank you.” She had been doing so for a while. Maybe she would take Patience down to the village with her. He was a sweet boy and she deserved some sort of escort. Plus it would annoy Rhett. ”Don’t be crude, warlord.” Winnie sniffed again. Disgusting man.

His housekeeper appeared then. Winnie watched as the empty carafe was replaced with a full one. Warm steam curling over its rim. Winnie turned up her nose. She wasn’t going to pour for him. Though a moment later Winnie wished she’d had. So she could have dumped the hot brew all over his lap.

”No woman would come here unless she had no other choice,” Winnie hissed. Her biscuit had gone all to crumps between her fingers, and color stained her cheeks. Monster! Slender neck stiffening, Winnie glared. ”You’d be well served remembering your place, and who outranks who at this table, Lord Prentice!” How dare he!

Rhett Prentice

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #4 on: January 15, 2018, 10:53:26 PM »
Snorting was beneath a man of his status so Rhett refrained. Instead his eyes lowered to a drowsy stare that highlighted his utter boredom with the lady. You said a thing to be helpful, and this was the reward. Snark and snideness- which she’d then blame him for retorting to of course. Yet time and again he fell into the sticky trap. Responding in turn with ugly words.

”Then manage. A simple, ‘Yes its taken care of’ would have sufficed.” He ignored her remark about his crudeness. Some children needed a stern hand. They ignored gentleness, which was fine since he rather spare that for his own children anyway. When Bronwyn’s poor infant was born blind or deaf or without a nose she would doubtless blame him for that too. Despite his good willed reminders.

Half of him wanted to pinch the bridge of her nose hard enough to ever keep her from sniffing again. ”There are tissue on the sideboard, lady.” He glowered through his dark lashes while helping himself to a refill. Then it was his turn to sniff, though it was more of a snort. ”Outranks? You’re utterly useless in this state. And even then I’m willing to bet you’ll never be entrusted a court of your own.”

There were worse things on the tip of his tongue. Itching to be said. He almost enjoyed the churning anger that swirled in the pit of his stomach. Hot and bubbling. Very similar to a much more pleasant emotion. He stared with dark eyes at the skinny little twit. Not sure if he wanted to stuff her with more food or set her over the table for a spanking. His mouth opened but a cheerful young face appeared at the archway to the dining room.

”Heyya, Papa! Lady Winnie.”

Sitting up in his chair Rhett switched his snarl for a smile. ”Morning, Pat. Come have breakfast. I was just telling the lady how hungry she looks. Thin, isn’t she?”

Already a budding courtesan Patience chose the chair beside the queenling. He took a plate from the small stack in the table’s center and added a biscuit to it. Then gave the lady a boyish smirk, ”Yours broke, lady, should you like another?”

Would you like another,” Rhett corrected before raising his spoon from a bowl of porridge to his mouth. His tone was vastly softer with the boy. Crows feet etching deeper beside his eyes as he subdued the smile his only resident child inspired.

Bronwyn Derys

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #5 on: January 15, 2018, 11:39:56 PM »

”I did say so.” Winnie rolled her eyes, the purse of her lips growing tighter. Annoyance pressing the backs of them into her teeth. ”You asked, I answered.” Winnie used her tongue to push her teeth away, forcing herself to relax. She would not be goaded by him. ”Forgotten already?” An innocent blink. ”Maybe you should see the healer with me.”

The purse turned to a pout as she unstuck her lips. And then sniffed.

”Useless?! Better than some upstart cock, you cad. I’m still a queen!” If she’d had her craft! - and Winnie had to clamp down on the urge so hard she bit her tongue - she would have tossed that damn stack of tissue and the sideboard at him. How any self respecting priestess could have seen this disgusting pig of a man with Jewels she would never be able to understand.

But the hissing and spitting had to be put away. Patience entering the room full of good cheer and sweetness. She cast one final, seething, glade at her host before turning smiles on the boy sliding into the seat next to hers.

”Good morning, poppet.” Wiping her fingers clean on her napkin, Winnie patted him. So unlike his horrible, heathen of a father. Winnie had her secret doubts about his parentage. But what was written was written. Hopefully Rhett would die soon and leave things to his much more proper tempered son.

”I should love another, my little lord.” Winnie ignored Rhett’s jabs. Sure she’d either be too thin or too fat depending on his mood rather than any shape of her body. Ignoring, too, his subtle corrections of his son’s grammar. As if a man with no manners should have any say in such things. ”I have to go down the village later,” Winnie told the boy in a hushed tone, holding her plate out to him. ”Would you like to come along?”

Rhett Prentice

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #6 on: January 17, 2018, 03:18:40 PM »
”If you had stopped after the ‘I have’ this conversation would be over by now. Your infantile attempts to insult me are what’s dragging it out.” He answered smoothly, a finger curving in her direction to tap the air for punctuation. Leaning forward in his seat he smiled brightly, not out of kindness of course. He had developed no feelings other than mild annoyance for Lady Deryn. It was more a smile of impending victory. Their verbal match was going in his favor- he would be the more graceful and frustrating person today. ”Of course I’ll see the healer with you, though, since you asked so. Very. Nicely. Someone has to make sure my poor doltish little queenling is well attended.”

Lips smiling around the rim of his mug Rhett listened to her harping. Unaffected by the weak insult. He an upstart? ”That’s rich coming from a garden variety queen that’s failed to master any Craft that might benefit those she thinks to rule over.”

It went against instinct to make a woman of her caste so unhappy. He was as much a warlord as any other. Eager to please the ladies in his company. Lady Deryn was beneath such niceties though, always harping and whining. It was no wonder she was here. As she had so blunty put it- there was no other choice. No one else wanted her. Hell’s fire he didn’t even want her as it were. He needed the Queen’s Gift to enrich his lands and the lands of his neighbors. So he tolerated her, which was just as well. He was a man of bland emotion, rarely angry enough to hurt anyone or passionate enough to lust. This was the most suitable place for the twit.

Still, winning their bought pleased his ego. Bronwyn would eat if Patience asked her to eat. And Rhett was not above using his son to his advantage. The only real love in his life anymore was that boy. Sure he was proud of the other two, nearly adults now and as beautiful as their mother. He had the time to form a real connection with Patience, though. When he looked in the mirror of that child’s soft amber eyes he felt affection and pride instead of just knowing he ought to. ”You may,” He said, before the boy could even ask, ”as long as you’re a polite escort to the lady and get your schoolwork done first.”

Smirking ear to ear Patience added a fat biscuit to his lady’s plate. ”Yes, Lady, I want to come! Mason Hallaway has a new horse and I want to see it!”

From his seat Rhett shifted beneath another sip of coffee. Horses. Great. Was he old enough to ask for such a gift? He hoped not. There was no money for a horse let alone to feed one through winter. Visiting his friend's would have to be enough. At least their jaunt into the village would give him some peace and quiet. And save him the trip. "I'll have a letter  needing to reach Grayhaven. You can bring it along when you go to leave with the courier."

Bronwyn Derys

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Re: No- Absolutely Not
« Reply #7 on: January 20, 2018, 04:52:06 AM »

"I merely asked if you had a healer." Winnie continued to play innocent. It wasn't her fault if he'd married half a dozen healers and lost twice as many. She could see why if morning meals were anything to judge by. He'd been overbearing when she'd been a girl as well. He was most of the reason why she'd run away. That and the over full house in itself. She preferred the quiet of her mountain home.

But even there, the air was full of expectation.

Winnie hissed. Doltish! She hoped his prick shriveled up and fell off. Useless male. She hated him! Curse Braden for leaving her here of all places. Some side of the road tavern would have been better. Winnie would almost have preferred to wipe tables for her biscuits than listen to this.

"I've never tried to rule over anyone!"
Except those closest to her. Wrangling them to keep her comfort. But Winnie had never harbor ambitions of ruling anything beyond that. Her own happiness. Tending a whole village or more was an unimaginable task. So much work! Having to place nice with nasty bits of cock like this one. It made her want to scream.

No time for that with Patience about though. Sweet boy. Winnie didn't want to upset her newest pet. Or at least the newest one she sought to acquire. As much for himself as to rankle his father. If anything ever rankled that man. Prick.

"We'll have to stop and look at this horse, then, on our way home."
Winnie hated horses. Big and loud and twitchy. They didn't much like her either. Probably sensing her own dislike and nervousness. She remembered being stepped on one as a child. An old, shaggy plow beast with hooves the size of her face. Never again... Though she'd said the very same thing about this house, hadn't she?

"Perhaps I will pen a letter to go with your own. I have not seen Prince Ardelia in quite some time. Or his lovely sister." Best to let him know where she was. And that she didn't like it. Maybe he could find her a better place to spend her pregnancy. It would serve Braden right to come back for her and find her gone. She was going to box his ears.

Winnie ate her biscuit, licking her fingers clean before wiping them off on her napkin. It wasn't enough, but she left the rest for Patience. Watching himeat was more fulfilling than doing it herself.

"Since Patience will be walking me, don't forget to take yourself to the healer, Lord." Winnie batted her eyelashes over the rim of her tea cup. "Make sure that memory slip isn't anything more than a lack of coffee." Draining her cup, Winnie scooted out of her seat, sliding the chair back under the table. "I'll go and ready my things while you sort your schoolwork, little lord." A pet for the youngest warlord and a nasty look for the oldest.

She had her Jewels to box up for the walk, and a letter to write.

 

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