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The Slave Assassin Chapter 15

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The Peaches were now in full protect mission mode.  

Laun dressed the part of the Princess Heir of the Midlands and made herself a target, whether on the arm of King Ifahyd or by herself.  She rode through the arbors, one of the dancers dressed as a servant beside her, drawing out an assassin who died far too quickly.  Edgar and she walked through portions of the main building they were sure they were not supposed to be in, Laun and he talking of home and family as if their argument had never happened.  They had the assassin following them followed, and taken down, with much more information brought out of her before she was able to take her own life.

The Peaches moved through the Royal Estate, finding places they blended in as they watched.  They followed.  They headed off and warned.  They became visible, yet invisible guardians, a force outside of the Royal Guards to keep the Rosemond King, and their own Mistress, alive.

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The Slave Assassin Chapter 14

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Laun held her tongue as she stood along the wall.  She watched the group of people around the deathbed of Lady Engrid and tried to keep her calm mask on.  She was finally dying.

The room was not all that big, but the people who seemed important were there, crowded and posturing around Lady Engrid, most just there to make sure she had really died.  Word had come from her healers that she was fast slipping into the darkness.  Laun had been on Ifahyd’s arm walking towards the yurlodge her people were in, to meet with them for the first time since she had ostensibly run away into the Royal apartments.

Servants had come running, unusual enough in the desert heat.  When the word was given, Laun had turned and whistled, messing up the first attempt, but getting the attention of the man who was at sentry duty. The signal was passed and Yevette had come running out of the lodge past others coming out, her baby in her arms.  She slowed, a cautious look on her face.

Ifhayd had put a hand on Yevette’s shoulder and they had all started for the rooms Lady Engrid and her escort were staying in.  Yevette had stayed on the other side of the King as they had moved, Laun glad of it.  She did not want to talk even yet to her, but as Yevette’s Grand Dam was dying, it was really not appropriate to have any less of a public front than before.

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The Slave Assassin Chapter 10

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King Ifahyd’s rooms seemed to be not more nor less than any of the suites Laun had seen in the large Estate.  Except that there were guards along the corridor and his rooms were the only ones occupied opening up to the courtyard.  Word had been sent and, as Laun was escorted to Ifahyd’s room, slowly and with many pauses to let her catch her breath or just not look at anyone, a well appointed meal was laid out in the main room.

There had also been time to have Edgar called to attend his Lady Wife.  He had others of the Peaches with him, quick signs and words telling some of what happened.  Edgar looked around and did not see Gem and was told she was with the people who had been in charge of the Baroness’ lands.

“Lord Edgar, please.”  King Ifahyd motioned to the low couch next to where Laun was already sitting.  A glass of lightly flavored water was handed to him and Ifahyd took a glass himself.

Laun was seeing those around her, hearing those around her.  She just was not reacting much.  She sipped on the drink in her hand, a measured amount as she had learned when being around the Clapperless Bells as they were the ones most likely to poison, and be poisoned.  Verat saw her being cautious and stood behind her, quiet, but attentive.

Ifahyd took something from the platter and sat back.  It was a signal that others could eat and many did.  Edgar took several things and tried to give some to Laun, but she did not accept it.

It was not her normal thinking stare.  It was not what she looked like when her darkness would come up and turn her mind against her.  She just was within herself.  She did not want to react, interact or exist beyond herself right then.  That would mean accepting what had happened, and she couldn’t. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 9

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The Lady Engrid Pearl, Baroness of the house of Pearl and Ruby, Dam Aunt of the Royal Throne was well enough to transfer her titles and lands to her unrevealed heir.

Laun and her people once again went from the yurlodge to the death room, Edgar staying to look after Gem’s baby again.  Silver nodded to Laun, a small smile on his lips, but nothing else outward than that.  Laun stood near one of the walls and watched the people about her.

Lady Engrid was looking better after having rested from the trip up to the plateau.  That, and Laun thought she smelled the slight spice scent of several medicines in the room when she had entered.  Powerful drugs that should have had the Lady asleep.  Laun had just a spark of sympathy for the pain she must have been in, but it was quickly extinguished when Laun saw the look in Lady Engrid’s eye.

Evil.  That was all Laun could put to name what she saw.  On her death bed and Lady Engrid had a haughtiness about her, and a withering look, that most would have cringed from.  Laun let it wash over her.  She was there to observe, nothing more.

The herald who had announced the travelers in the welcoming ceremony was in the room, a scribe set up with a little desk beside the bed.  King Ifahyd was the last of the people to arrive and Lady Engrid gave him a withering look, but bowed her head slightly to acknowledge him.

It seemed the thing to do to approach her and let her see who was there, even though she was not that far gone.  The herald knew the order of precedence and motioned people to her side one by one.  Ifahyd was first as he was King.  Laun was next because she was a Princess.  Then there was a Duke.  And the Marquis.  And many more people than Laun really wanted to remember.  And Gem. »Read More

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

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