This is Ch. 1 of 4
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Moans echoed through the hall as the captain of the guard stood outside the monarch's room. He rolled his eyes sighing at how long this was taking. How many rounds had it been? 6? 7? He stopped counting after 3. The king and queen had monstrous sexual appetites apparently. He had seen a few young ladies and a young man enter the bed chamber earlier which he paid no mind to but this was going on for far too long. The news he carried wasn't as urgent to bust down the door but it was definitely urgent enough they needed to hear it as soon as they were done.
He prided himself on being a man of patience but his patience was indeed growing thin. He peered around the hall looking at the few guards lined against the walls, good thing they were all wearing plate because he had no doubt they would be stiff under it all.
"Fucking bastards can they hurry it up at all?"
He muttered to himself huffing. The person beside him scoffed. He furrowed his brows looking over his shoulder to meet the purple eyes that looked at him.
"It seems our dear old Saint has finally gotten upset about something! Did the King piss in your porridge?"
The sorceress scoffed at him. She was dressed in a beautiful black gown adorned with lace. A chocker sat upon her throat with a red gem seemingly dripping off of it. Her stark white hair braided back falling down to her waist. Ugh he didn't like her at all. This woman was a witch but at least the king found favor in her. She has yet to kill him so he wasn't too worried.
"No no Marianna, I am just trying to speak to the Queen about her daughters birthday. It is coming up in just a few days and poor Faith doesn't seem to have a dress to wear. You know how she has been blossoming into herself recently."
"Ah yes, Faith! How old is she now? I thought it was just yesterday she was born."
"She will be a little under two tens as of this Saturday."
"Oh My! How she has grown! Send her my regards will you?"
Saint just looked at her with dead eyes. He really did kind of hate this woman. The way she held herself. The way she even spoke made his skin crawl.
"You can tell her yourself you heathen."
He muttered under his breath turning away, he placed his helmet back onto his head not wanting to even have to look at her any longer.
The moans kept echoing and floating into everyone ears as a few more moments passed. Saint had placed himself to lean against the nearby wall falling asleep. Marianna stood next to him very happily occasionally touching his armor tracing a mark or dent she could find. The nearby guards backed away from her as soon as they realized she was there.
Marianna didn't mind the treatment she got, she got her reputation by how well she manages to get out of every situation she finds herself in. Everyone believed she could weave spells at anyone who dared to look at her, whether or not that's true has yet to be seen. She always kept her calm yet terrifying demeanor as she would waltz through the halls without making any noise. She didn't get the nickname the Spider Temptress for nothing. She aimed to keep it that way.
Another hour passed as the moaning and cries of ecstasy still continued. Saint awoke opening his eyes and looking around. He groaned at the the noises he could hear. This had gone on long enough. He moved to motion off the guards in front of the door. He gave a gentle knock. No reply, only the kings name being screamed.
"Your Majesties! Your Majesties! I need to speak to you about your daughter Faith!"
He tried to yell out into the door but no reply and no seemingly care from them. Fuckers... can't they just stop for a brief moment to just give him permission to allow their daughter out of the castle to go to the dress makers. He heard another knock a little lower then where his hand was.
