The midday sun was particularly unforgiving this afternoon, resulting in a very quiet day in Chester-le-Ford. Workers had retreated to their homes early, the market was nearly empty, even the guards had stopped training; a rare concession by Sorik, now captain of the guard.
He allowed his men to rest as he felt the sun’s harshness was too aggressive, even for the season. So it was with some surprise when, while doing a quick patrol of the empty construction sites, he encountered Mrs Katea and his wife Elandre taking a stroll under the acacias bordering the town, accompanying the Lady’s tots. Athelric, now a robust red haired toddler, was waving a wooden sword with only a fraction of his usual energy while the women each carried a baby, one of which was practically a newborn.
The Casadians exchanged a knowing look which was as much as their good manners permitted, even though the situation was clear to all. Her Ladyship had company. Again. Sorik let out a chuckle. “Well, we know from whom Athelric got his powerful lungs!” His smile widened as the women rebuked him, hardly able to hide their own amusement.
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Duke Yùick winced as he tried to find a comfortable position in the bed. His ribs hurt, he felt new cuts on his back and his muscles throbbed; he would feel sore for a few days to come. Liserett, lying beside him, didn’t fare much better; her usual perfectly combed silky hair was a mess, bruises had already began to form on her neck, her lower lip was swollen and she only moved her strained body with extreme care.
He never tired of their… “embraces” wasn’t the word… he never tired of their “struggles.” He was much stronger than her, but she was a vicious animal, a true she-devil. He watched her like a hawk watches a snake as she shamelessly got up without bothering to cover herself and walked to the dresser to untangle her long auburn mane.
He let out a sigh, thinking again of the topic that had started them fighting in the first place. “You are a proud creature, Liserett, and I understand why. Must you also be stubborn as a rock?”
She turned to face him, returning his smile. “Darling, I thought we had settled this discussion. What is left to say? Are you once again going to tell me that I am a genius and that you wish you had thought of it first?”
“Five meters wide? Chester-le-Ford is not even a county; a five meters wide line is beyond extravagant, not to mention the lapis lazuli stones embedded in the walls. I advised you to avoid attracting attention to yourself.” He was now serious, which seemed to intensify Liserett’s amusement.
“I apologize, Duke. I must not have paid attention at the time.”
Anger flared up again in Yùick, now mixed with arousal. He wanted to jump to his feet and strike her with an open hand for her insolence. He wanted to teach her who was in control of whom once and for all. He wanted to break her and tame her.
His body, tensed by his anger, sent flares of pain which reminded him that he had just tried to do this and that he needed a moment before going at it again. Forcing himself to relax, he ignored the jab. “So I heard that Duke Nicholas is back in Gallen. I imagine he will have mixed feelings about your trying to leave Wysteria for Perth. Has your liege paid you a visit yet?”
Liserett placed her comb back on her dresser and earnestly arranged her hair in a wide braid before answering. “Not yet, but I’m not worried; at no time was Chester-le-Ford neglected. While I did intend to permanently leave for Perth, but I am not so foolish as to shut a door before the next one is open. The town was prospering even as I was about to be wed, and still is today; the population is growing, trade is thriving, the guards are well trained. Duke Nicholas has nothing to hold against me.”
The Kairatite’s mind was racing as always, trying to find a breach in his ally’s facade, a breach in her perfect little world in which she was, so far, the puppet master. They were both the same and he knew that sooner or later, one of them would be the other’s puppet. He was aware that his fascination with the woman made him spend much more time and resources than it probably was worth at this point, but the challenge was thrilling, which was as close to a feeling as he could experience. He needed to find an edge if he was to take control.
“What of the Perthians? Do they still hold something against you?” He asked this casually, leaning back and resting his head on his palms. He could see a flicker of uncertainty in Liserett’s eyes. She hadn’t told him of the threat letters, or of the Perthian who had snuck in the town some weeks ago, only to be caught by the guards as he tried to enter the villa, poisoned dagger at his belt.
Liserett, now openly in calculating mode, observed him carefully for several seconds before answering. “This is inconsequential. I was declared not guilty; a handful of obsessed madmen cannot change that.”
“Of course.” The Duke let a moment pass, longer than Liserett’s pause, before enunciating loud and clear: “What if further evidence surfaces?”
To say she took the bait would be an understatement, yet her reaction wasn’t exactly what he anticipated. He had hoped for some display of fear, worry, uncertainty or a very convincing denial of any further evidence existing. Instead, color drained from her face, she narrowed her eyes and she harshly asked, each word loaded with acrimony: “What do you know?”
This would have to do. He jumped to his feet, repressing a groan of pain, and retrieved his clothes, as cheerfully as he could manage. “Just a thought my darling, just a thought.” He grinned as he got dressed, feigning to notice neither her set jaw or her questioning stare. “I must now ride to Gallen as I wish to discuss the Kairatite embassy’s planning with your liege. It was lovely seeing you, my lady.”
He smoothed his hair and left the room, mulling over the conversation in his mind. He had his edge. It would only remain sharp as long as his bluff stood.
It would have to do; there could only be one puppet master.
_________________ Lady Liserett of the House O'Kleefe Countess of Chester-le-Ford, Wysteria Deputy Minister of Hermertian History Appointed Minister of Wysterian Architecture
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