The Invisible Ring
invitation to mount, and recognize her. He couldnt remember her name, just that hed seen her a couple of times several years ago when a maternal second cousin of his had been courting her. That courtship had ended swiftly, and the only thing the cousin had said afterward publicly was that they werent as well suited as he had thought.
But one night, over a couple of bottles of brandy, his cousin had muttered some other things about her. Since she no longer had anything to do with him or his family, Krelis had paid no attention.
Now he wished he had, just as he wished he could remember what it was about her that had made him keep his distance during his cousins brief courtship.
You know her? Dorothea asked, a dangerous edge in her voice.
Sweat trickled down Kreliss sides. Ive seen her before, Priestess, but we were never formally introduced. That, thank the Darkness, was true.
Dorothea nodded as if satisfied. Shes a minor Queen from one of the Hundred Families. Her tendency to voice questionable opinions has caused great embarrassment and distress for her family. The latest unfortunate incident forced them to conclude that having her Virgin Night is the only thing that will settle her down.
Kreliss hands curled into fists. Now he remembered. A mouthy little bitch who was always criticizing the High Priestess and talking about how a Territory shouldnt be ruled by a witch who was less than a Queen. Always talking as if she, who only wore a Rose Jewel, could gather enough Jeweled strength among the Hundred Families and the rest of Hayll to oppose Dorothea.
Not even the Hundred Families were invulnerable if Haylls High Priestess decided to punish disloyalty. And since the Families had gained the most from Dorotheas rule, why would they oppose her anyway?
I want you to take care of her Virgin Night, Dorothea said.
Panic knotted Kreliss guts. Me? His voice cracked. But
Yes, Lord Krelis? Dorothea said with quiet malevolence.
Krelis licked his dry lips. Priestess, Ive never . . .
Her amusement deepened his panic. You regularly make use of the whores at one of the better Red Moon houses in Draega, so I doubt that youve never . . . She let the words hang. He could almost see them becoming a noose around his neck. He should have realized Dorothea would make it her business to know about that , especially where it concerned the males who were the closest to her and whose loyalty had to be watched the most carefully.
Wouldnt a consort be better? Krelis stammered. Theyre trained for this kind of thing.
I want you to do this, Krelis. As a favor to me. She studied him for a moment. You neednt be concerned about filling her belly. This isnt her fertile time, so shell still have that asset when her family contracts a marriage for her. When he didnt say anything, she turned to leave. I think an hour should be more than sufficient, dont you?
Krelis found his voice just as she was closing the door. But . . . Priestess . . . what if I break her?
Dorothea gave him a queer look before saying with deadly softness, Lord Krelis, I think the question you should be asking is what will happen if you dont? She closed the door.
Krelis heard the click of the physical lock. Then the Red lock snapped back into place, trapping him in the room. Using Craft, he could have destroyed the physical lock, could have destroyed the whole damn door for that matter. But his Sapphire Jewel, even though it was only one rank below the Red, wouldnt get him through a Red lock.
Not in one piece anyway.
His bowels loosened. Afraid of soiling himself, Krelis looked around frantically and spotted two doors in the wall opposite the bed. The first one was the dressing room. The second was a small bathroom.
Fumbling with his clothing and not caring if the bitch in the other room heard his own sounds of distress, he managed to sit on the toilet before the foul-smelling waste poured out of him. Each time he thought he was empty, his belly cramped again. When it finally stopped, he flushed the stink away and just sat there, his elbows on his knees, his head braced in his hands.
To break a witch. Oh, he knew it was done all the time now. It settled down the troublesome ones all right, and it didnt even take much effort. Make the sex rough, scare her while youre handling her, and then one hard thrust to tear through the physical barrier. Ride
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