Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2015 9:18:19 GMT -5
Nuance rode smartly through the trade quarter in the early afternoon. It was busy, but not overbearing and the horse knew the path well enough. Beside, he was following as the third in a large group. Stephane had a guard of six, men that were trusted with his life. Men who had been, until recently, in the service of the future king. Since the dedication of his throne was given away he had become more cold, more aloof and more cruel. And today was to be another example of that. He was leaving his father to deal with the courts today, taking a visit to the lower areas and letting people see that he was still in the capital. But he had no mind to buy support. Oh no. His mood was dark and his mind was most preoccupied with the thoughts of revenge. His little run in with Antoinette had left him unsatisfied and full of wanton desires that needed…sating.
So, on his journey to settle these. The riding party met with a child- a child who foolishly run out in front of their path and caused the horses to stop and snort. Stephane’s eyes were hard as they went to the grubby rat and his mother who quickly drew him out of the trouble… and boy did his eyes linger there. She was barely wearing her clothes and his gaze danced over her. A cold tip of his chin, and the slow wet of his lips called the convoy to a full halt and he beckoned the woman, still holding her child, to his horse.
”The lad needs to learn a few manners. You know who I am?”
”yes- yes of course your highness.”
His lips sneered upwards as his stormy eyes danced down to them. He did not dismount, but leant down to hiss at her; ”My guard will teach the boy a lesson in his manners-“
”my lord- please-“ came the worried and frightened reply. It was like music to him and he drank on the power of it. It was most certainly making him feel a little better about everything of late. As a dark chuckle escaped his lips he said; ”All men should learn to pay their debts- the boy is old enough not to have his mother pay them for him.”
Of course, she caught his drift and the intention of his words and looked up horrified. Stephane wet his lips again, his tongue licking across the soft bows as he grinned; ”A debt is a debt, mistress, and must be paid.” And then he kicked his horse ahead, knowing that Morris – his most faithful and likeminded guard- would hold behind them and see to the punishment one way or the other. That thought alone made him laugh more cruelly.
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So, on his journey to settle these. The riding party met with a child- a child who foolishly run out in front of their path and caused the horses to stop and snort. Stephane’s eyes were hard as they went to the grubby rat and his mother who quickly drew him out of the trouble… and boy did his eyes linger there. She was barely wearing her clothes and his gaze danced over her. A cold tip of his chin, and the slow wet of his lips called the convoy to a full halt and he beckoned the woman, still holding her child, to his horse.
”The lad needs to learn a few manners. You know who I am?”
”yes- yes of course your highness.”
His lips sneered upwards as his stormy eyes danced down to them. He did not dismount, but leant down to hiss at her; ”My guard will teach the boy a lesson in his manners-“
”my lord- please-“ came the worried and frightened reply. It was like music to him and he drank on the power of it. It was most certainly making him feel a little better about everything of late. As a dark chuckle escaped his lips he said; ”All men should learn to pay their debts- the boy is old enough not to have his mother pay them for him.”
Of course, she caught his drift and the intention of his words and looked up horrified. Stephane wet his lips again, his tongue licking across the soft bows as he grinned; ”A debt is a debt, mistress, and must be paid.” And then he kicked his horse ahead, knowing that Morris – his most faithful and likeminded guard- would hold behind them and see to the punishment one way or the other. That thought alone made him laugh more cruelly.
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