Author's note: I told you guys I'd be bringing this chapter out quick. :D There's a good amount of sex in this one so enjoy! As always I'd love to hear any feedback or suggestions you might have. Please rate and comment!!!
PS: Do you guys think I should put a list of characters and some brief summaries about their roles in the story so far? I'd love to hear what you guys think. Thanks again.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, places and characters are products of my imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people and events are purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of consent.
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Avery
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It was getting dark by the time Prince Avery and Falin returned to the ambassador's estate. A black horse was tied to the post in front of the gate, chomping on a bag of oats.
That'd be Orvon.
Avery smiled to himself. The minister was a simple and straightforward man, and preferred to move about on his own, unencumbered.
"That's minister Orvon's horse," Avery explained. "He must be waiting for us inside."
"Ah... I'm very excited to meet the man," Falin said. "He's rather famous in diplomatic circles."
Avery nodded. He himself had long admired Orvon. A hero of the battlefield who had fought alongside Avery's father, Orvon was as skilled with a sword as he was in the art of diplomacy, though he'd retired from the army many years ago.
They stepped into the manor, across the antechamber and into the lounge. There they found Minister Orvon sitting with his legs crossed, talking to ambassador Falin's beautiful personal slave, Elsi. Upon noticing their arrival, Orvon stood. "Ambassador Falin, welcome to our humble kingdom."
Orvon was a tall man, cutting an imposing figure which loomed above the rest of the people in the room as he stood. Falin bowed deeply and took Orvon's proferred hand, shaking it as he said. "Minister Orvon, your reputation precedes you. I apologize for keeping you waiting." Falin glanced back at the newly bought barbarian slave and snapped his fingers. His servants took the slave's chains and led her away. "I couldn't resist indulging myself in your local market." Falin said. "I hope my Elsi was pleasant enough company."
Orvon nodded and said. "Of course. Your gorgeous companion here have been an absolute delight." He bowed, and presented Falin with a sealed scroll. "Allow me, as the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Salka, to formally welcome you, Falin Gamar, and name you as the Ambassador of the Kingdom of Candra."
Falin hesitated slightly before collecting himself, and received the scroll with his usual grace, and said. "It is my great privilege. I look forward to a cordial and fruitful relationship between us, and through us, our two great Kingdoms." He gestured towards Avery. "The young prince here has already been of great help and a wonderful host."
Orvon nodded, and said. "Well, it's getting late and I'm sure you're exhausted from your travels and your adventures during the afternoon. I will leave you to your rest." He paused, understanding Falin's hesitation. "I realize that Prince Avery was told to let you know there would be a formal ceremony. However, I decided to combine the event with the autumn festival."
Falin frowned almost imperceptibly, not sure whether he should be feeling slighted. His expression did not go unnoticed by Orvon, who continued. "As an apology, I'd like to offer a gift." He clapped his hands, and a tall, tan, slim-bodied slave stepped out from behind a set of curtains, wearing nothing but a set of a green garter belt with sheer green silk hose, matching her light green eyes. She wore a collar with three topazes, and the guild tattoo on her neck was large and prominent. The slave had good sized, perky breasts, and a sexy face which reflected a classical beauty which drove men crazy. Her most prominent features, however, were her long, toned legs which were further accentuated by a pair of crystal heels that she wore on her perfectly shaped feet. "I hope she is to your satisfaction. She's now yours to do with as you wish."
Falin's eyebrows rose in surprise, with a hint of lust which no man could disguise in the presence of such a magnificent creature, and said. "I am undeserving of such a magnanimous gesture... Three topazes! What a gift! You are most gracious, minister Orvon." He bowed deeply. Indeed, a three topaz slave was of incredible value, even one bearing the guild mark.
Orvon bowed back, and said. "We'll take our leave and let you get some rest." He gestured to the prince to make an exit. Avery followed Orvon out, and asked. "Was such a valuable gift truly necessary? Triple-topaz pleasure slaves are not easy to come by."
The minister smiled, and patted Avery on the shoulder. "There is much still left for you to learn, young prince." He paused, and said. "You performed admirably this afternoon, Avery. Although the scene at the harbor was not particularly necessary..."
Avery stared at Orvon.
How does he know...
He stopped himself from wondering further. Orvon had eyes and ears everywhere in the capital, and no detail escaped him.
"Yeah, I might be in a little trouble with the Guild." Avery replied, slightly abashed.
Orvon mounted his horse. "If they send anyone to speak with you, refer them to me."
Avery nodded gratefully. He hated interacting with the Guildsmen. They were all duplicitous and slimy to a man.
How did we ever let such people gain so much power.
He wondered to himself as he returned to his own estate with his retainers.
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As Avery entered his manor, he dimly heard sounds of grunting and groaning. He frowned, wondering what the noise could be. They sounded like animals romping through his house, or perhaps people sparring against one another. Curious, he went towards the source of the sounds, and soon realized that it was the sound of sex. Even more curious now, he frowned, wondering.
Could it be Emma?
He arrived at the door separating him from the room where the sounds were originating, and flung it open.
His eyes widened.
