nerdfuck
The Magnificant
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
Silvi nodded as they explained the bathing was ritualistic, this hey were obligated to do it. She would not interfere, letting them clean, tease and squeeze her as they went along. She would look between them at their playful, subtle antics but laid no comment nor reacted. In all honesty she was not sure how to take it. Perhaps they were in some way accepting her? They certainly seemed to warm up to her, perhaps due to the absence of the king. She nodded her head in silence again as they spoke of her body and the king being of age to begin creating an heir to his throne. They seemed to speak of him fondly, perhaps he was not the cold blooded man he came off to be. It also made her question how old he was... she had not yet seen him without the suit. She wondered if she ever would.
Silvi was lost in thought as the bathing cane to an end. Hands still bound behind her she was transported without complaint. Once in the hall her eyes found him rather quickly, pupils narrowing at the sight of her husband’s dead body. Oh.. and the Jaguar was there as well. She watched the dead man for several moments before letting her gaze slide to the man responsible for his death. He seemed quite proud of himself. So he did take her request to heart...
“You didn’t kill him yourself?” She proded the man gently. Her gaze indignant, but cruel smirk seemingly only toying with him. Perhaps the women’s fondness of the man had rubbed off of him. Regardless she did not address the issue long before moving along. “I would have liked to have seen that.” She finally concluded, then nodded. “Very well. Your end of the agreement has been met and I am a woman of my word.” She raised her chin, clearing her throat slightly as she did, as she sold her soul to the man. “I am yours.” Silvi dropped to her knees as gracefully as she could with her hands tied behind her back, looking at the floor. He was a king, was he not? It seemed only proper to bow before him.
Besides... she could quite get used to having a killing machine at her disposal.
Silvi was lost in thought as the bathing cane to an end. Hands still bound behind her she was transported without complaint. Once in the hall her eyes found him rather quickly, pupils narrowing at the sight of her husband’s dead body. Oh.. and the Jaguar was there as well. She watched the dead man for several moments before letting her gaze slide to the man responsible for his death. He seemed quite proud of himself. So he did take her request to heart...
“You didn’t kill him yourself?” She proded the man gently. Her gaze indignant, but cruel smirk seemingly only toying with him. Perhaps the women’s fondness of the man had rubbed off of him. Regardless she did not address the issue long before moving along. “I would have liked to have seen that.” She finally concluded, then nodded. “Very well. Your end of the agreement has been met and I am a woman of my word.” She raised her chin, clearing her throat slightly as she did, as she sold her soul to the man. “I am yours.” Silvi dropped to her knees as gracefully as she could with her hands tied behind her back, looking at the floor. He was a king, was he not? It seemed only proper to bow before him.
Besides... she could quite get used to having a killing machine at her disposal.