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The Slave Assassin Chapter 8

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It had been another day of rest for all the people who had been with Lady Engrid on the trip.  Nothing pressing happened, and there was a palpable tension when Lady Engrid did not have the transferring ceremony.  

Morning came yet again to heat the desert plateau.  Word was sent that the ceremony to name her heir was going to happen, certain people being asked to attend, including Laun, and Gem.

“Are you all right with seeing her?”

Gem leaned against Laun, the child between them.  “I am scared, but I can face her.”

Laun kissed Gem on the forehead.  “She was your Mistress and taught you.  It is hard to meet back up and face someone who seemingly threw you away.”  She had a half-smile and said, “I understand some of that.”

Gem would not meet Laun’s eyes.  “Yes...  Mistress.”

The group that was in the death room was select.  Several nobles, a few servants.  The Rosemond King was in the courtyard and came in after talking with the healers who had been attending Lady Engrid.

“The healers have informed me that she is not lucid right now.  They will work with her and perhaps tomorrow.”  He made a little shrug and looked around, avoiding the woman they were there to see die.

There were sounds of disappointment, and a few sighs of relief.  The room cleared, many of the people going through the courtyard and out a small hall to the rest of the building.  Laun had a few small words with Ifahyd, who apologized for bringing Laun from her own recovery bed for nothing to happen.  He then apologized for having to leave her as business of state had to be attended to.

Laun was not alone, but she was certain that the Marquis had positioned himself to be the last person of note in the courtyard.  He nodded to her and slowly walked over, his hands out and open towards her.

“Highness, you do not look like the walk back to the yurlodge would be good for you.  I offer a place to sit and have water...”  He motioned to his rooms off the courtyard, the doors open to the sandy garden.

Laun thought, and took accounting of her pains and fatigue.  She nodded, only a hint of a smile on her lips but not in her eyes.  “Thank you, Marquis.  It is a kind offer.” »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 7

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“I wasn’t expecting this much fuss over me...”

Laun had been helped up out of the yurlodge and to a space outside that had been arranged for the evening meal.  Carpets went over the sand, pillows and a low couch brought for people to make themselves comfortable with.  Four tall poles held a simple fabric shade to keep the lowering sun from harshly lighting the area, and to keep their skin from burning as they ate.

Then there was the food.  Three large silvered platters that had their own stands making them tables.  Each mounded with food enough to stuff every one in the group several times over.  With water, wine, and a mint and rose petal concoction that Laun decided was the best thing ever.

There were servants that were sitting along the outside, watching as they were not allowed to get close to Laun.  The several companions and concubines, on the other hand, had been sent to attend just Laun and would not allow anyone to do anything for her.

Laun lay back on the low couch, being fed by one of the red scarves as another was dancing to yet another’s small pipe.  There was laughter and a good mood in the Peaches.  It was good to see, even with the guest who had decided to come to the small feast instead of attending the larger formal Royal dining tent for evening meal.

The Marquis had heard that Laun and her people were being treated to a separate dinner and went to see.  Laun had seen the tension between Silar and Silver while traveling, but she did not know the history between the men and would not have really cared if she did.  She offered the Marquis a pillow several people away from her and relaxed back into the silken couch. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 6

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The morning was painful.  Laun found that she not only did not want to move from the bed, she could not move from the bed.

She was surrounded by her people, plus the companion with the red scarf.  She had enjoyed the settling into the guest house tent that the companion encouraged.  The stone foundation was knee high on the outside under the tent roof, the steps down making a comfortable open set of rooms dug into the cooling ground.   He had shown them the small wet area and they all were delighted to begin washing the road from themselves and each other.  Which led to most being naked in a very short amount of time.

He had gone to his knees in front of her naked body, words coming out that needed to be translated, though Laun knew what he meant by the tone.  He was in wonder of the scars, but he was in awe of the peach flower carved into her breast and the gold rings with the peridot capture beads through her nipples.  He had looked up and without the next translation, Laun nodded to him.

He had been gentle and thorough with his attentions to her breasts.  Laun needed to sit part way through, and with encouragement to be prone on the curtained bed, the rest of the evening was him leading the sexual attentions on her.

The morning had come and her usual way of waking early had made her move to find that her hips had seized.

All the riding had taken more out of her than she had let anyone know.  The stretching that she had gotten from the sex had helped, but she now couldn’t move from where she was without waking those around her. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 5

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“What do you mean, we have to turn around?”

Laun’s voice carried.  The sharpness.  The pain.  The frustration.  The command tone.

“Highness, our Majesty is in the Royal Estate, which is back to YarsWay and North.  It will only be another hour back to YarsWay.”

Laun signaled to the horse under her and he sat down, letting her off.  She had not used that particular part of the Kell’s Arena training before with that horse.  He was not as finicky as Butterfly’s Grace and had just laid down in the gravel of the road.  Laun stood up and had people at her side as she paced blood back into her legs.

Laun tried to have patience.  She blessed the memory of Lady Hellon and took several deep breaths as the pain that went up her right shin and through her knee lessened.  She tried to have the presence and grace of her Lady as she turned to the Rosemond Captain and said, “How much longer will it take to get to his Majesty, since we can see the walls and gate of your Capitol City?”

Laun had toned down her voice, but the anger was still clearly heard.  The Captain looked over to the Lieutenant of the escort and back to Laun.  “Your Highness, It is only about a four hour-”

He stopped when she had.  She stopped moving.  She stopped looking at him.  She even seemed to stop breathing.

Princess Laun Dresden, Princess Commander of the Third Calvary and the Fourth Logistics and Supply, pulled herself up and looked up at the Captain.  Her voice had softened and her hazel eyes had a flash of green in the brown as she said, “Please, if we could have just half an hour to rest from the road, to water the horses and tend to ourselves, I would be most appreciative.”

He looked at the Lieutenant again and nodded.

Laun started to walk.  She had a small group of people around her, including her own Lieutenant.  She needed to get away from the others, get away from the messenger.  She did not want to completely loose her composure in front of the group, and she did not want to have to deal with blood on her hands.

The baby was crying, again.  Gem was with her, as was Edgar.  Laun had a rage of envy go through her knowing that her children were back home, and that her own Husband was spending more time with Gem’s child-

Laun put her hands on shoulders and leaned into a chest.  She didn’t even know who’s it was.  The tears were thick as they streamed down her face, soaking into the tunic of the man she was using for support.  She wanted it to all just stop.  The travel.  The pain.  The odd attentions.  Not knowing the language.  Being in charge but not being in charge.  She just wanted to be home. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 4

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It was odd seeing what amounted to two horizons as the sun set.  

One was the usual horizon, the far trees and perhaps a city in the distance silhouetted by the fading hot sun.  Then there was the unnatural up and down horizon of the cliff face, part of the sun being cut off and making a right angle to the usual horizon in the West.

Laun watched the sun and marveled at the difference in the way things could be seen.  Now that she had just a little bit of information, she saw other things in a different perspective, too.

Gems child had been calm and able to sleep on the last leg of the second day’s journey.  That allowed Edgar to mount and ride next to his Lady and Wife.  Gem needed to get out of the carriage, too, and not just because of her girl.  Everyone was cranky and everyone needed a scrub down from the heat sweat.  She was riding among the military, too, enjoying the fresher air, and the few handsome faces she saw under the helmets.

Laun remembered the look as she glanced back.  Gem’s face scowled fractionally before she dropped back in the pack.  Laun looked in the direction that Gem had and saw the Marquis riding up through the soldiers towards Edgar and Laun.

Laun thought over the last two days and saw that he had been trying to catch her alone, trying to get her attention.  She was now so used to people approaching her that she did not see patterns unless she was actively looking for them.  He had a pattern, and he was weaving another strand in right then. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 3

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The journey into the Rosemond kingdom was hot and dry.  The higher they went up the plateau’s side, the hotter it seemed to get.

Many of those from the Midlands were used to the plains.  Some had been in the Silver Spire Mountain foothills on a mission or on the sides of the old volcano in the North.  This was not like the foothills or the gentle slope of the volcano.  There were resting inns every few miles on the ups and downs, the switchbacks, and just steep places.  They were needed.

The horses were unhitched from the carriages and walked some to keep them from cramping up before letting them have water and feed.  The people also needed to move, both the ones who had been on the horses and the ones who had been confined to the carriages.  Blood was encouraged to flow to places that had been compressed, no one talked to try to keep the pressure headaches at bay.

It wasn’t just the Midlanders who were having problems.  Many of the military escort were used to being at sea level.  The thinner air and the hotter temperatures were hitting them hard with the formal armor and helmets they all wore.  Laun did not envy them.

Laun had been able to take the horse she had spotted at the first inn and had been able to ride him.  Lieutenant Beau had tried to explain to the Rosemond Lieutenant that she was going to do it, without his opposite listening.  Laun kept her military clothing on, looks from the Rosemond Regulars changing from patronizing and haughty to amazed and accepting when Laun rode amongst them without complaint, and without taking the rein of the horse.  She had picked out one of the dark hides that showed lineage from the other continent, and had seen the reaction to a subtle click and hand signal showing it was Kells Arena trained.

Edgar had been offered a horse and he accepted it on the first leg of the trip.  Gems girl started to fuss with the pressure changes and Edgar was the only one who could comfort the child enough to keep her quiet, making it almost impossible for him to ride.  He stepped out of the carriage with the child in his arms, Gem right behind him when the group stopped at the next inn.  The carriage next to theirs was the one with Lady Engrid which was unloading at the same time. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 2

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The four masted ship blocked the small harbor.  There was no way the Rosemond ships could get out.

A smaller boat came to the ‘Twilights Gold’ and tied off to the ring next to the rope ladder that had been thrown off the edge.  A hand up and the man was face to face with several dark green dressed men.  He had seen the name on the ship and spoke in the Midlands tongue, only a slight accent to be heard.

“I am Captain Chandrey of the Royal ship ‘Barh Wada’.  Why are you blocking this harbor?”

There were a few looks between the men facing the Captain.  One stepped aside and a smaller figure dressed in Midlands military garb came forward.  The Captain blinked as he heard a feminine, soft voice come from under the sharp cap.

“We are looking for the ship that is taking her Excellency to the mainland.”

It might have been soft, but the tone said much. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 1

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There were times when Laun was not sure why the Gods had left her alive when the Keep of Salam-Dir had been raided, the household not at the Festival killed around her.  Then she remembered the mission, the Geas that her Lord had given her before he died defending her.

Revenge. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 24

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he Autumn had been mild after a hot Summer.  The gardens that Laun was being escorted through showed signs that heat and lack of rain had been hard on the flowers and trees.  Though it was not a delicate bloom that Laun was seeking that afternoon.

There was a small house on the estate in the middle of the gardens.  A few rooms surrounded by well tended shrubs making a maze for those unfamiliar with the paths.  She passed a fountain at one corner, a statue at an intersection and then a bench with the woman that Laun was there to see.

Baroness Fairhaven stood, putting the sewing in her hand by where she had been sitting.  The black dress loosely flowed from her shoulders, the lacings down the front more for show than for fitting.  She held out her hand and Laun took it up, kissing the back of the hand before coming to attention as an officer in uniform Blacks should.  Jessi blushed and waived Laun to her side, starting to walk the rest of the way to the small house.

“My condolences at the loss of your Husband, Baroness.”  Laun’s voice had nothing of sympathy or the sweetness she often heard when others were saying the same words.

Jessi smiled and bowed her head to Laun, saying, “Thank you, your Highness.  It was a blow, but not...unexpected.”  She looked up and the women both had glints in their eyes above the smiles on their lips.

Laun was expected and a small meal was laid out on a small table next to a low, wide couch.  It made Laun smile thinking of what had been done to her on a similar couch, and what she hoped would be happening soon.

The women sat on the couch, Laun taking her leather cap from her head and putting it on a small protrusion from an upright holding the roof over the open area.  Laun took the offered goblet, smiling at the golden liquid.

“I see that you have caught a taste for the Dumonde brew.”

Jessi smiled and Laun saw just a hint of a blush.  “I made the acquaintance of one of the brothers in charge.  He...gifted me with a few casks.”

“All the better for today, Lady.”  Laun looked at her host over the rim of the goblet and they drank at the same time. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 23

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The woman was escorted through the Sand Castle by one of the slaves, the man not used to the dark green tabard newly gifted him.  He pulled on the side of the cloth as he walked in front of the noblewoman.  He stepped to the door of Laun’s bedroom and scratched, opening the door for the noble before going back to wait at the front of the house.

Laun stood and went to her visitor.  Her gold and brown dress flowed from her shoulders, the back open enough to show some of the scaring beneath a sheer veil held to her head by a few pins into her braids.  “Jessi.  I am glad that you made it.  Lucas told me that there have been troubles keeping you from going back to your brother’s mains.  I am preparing to go back to Salam-Dir myself.”

The women embraced as if they were long time friends.  “Laun, the invitation came and I was glad we were still in the Capitol City.”

There were others in the room, talking lightly between them and not raising to leave.  Laun motioned to the chairs by the fireplace and the two women walked to them arm in arm.  

Gem was dressed in a dress similar to Launs, the cut and color much more becoming to her blonde hair and light complexion than the dark green and black of her usual garb.  She offered the Lady Jessi a crystal goblet filled with a golden liquid and sat back on the large cushion at Laun’s feet, a children’s book in her hand. »Read More

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