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Post by Durion on Apr 9, 2009 18:17:27 GMT -5
“Oh, then let us go to your garden, and we will fun with our plans. I am in dire need of such pleasure, and good company.” Yes. She grabbed his hand; and instantly Durion shoved his way past his servant, and began to lead Miriel toward his garden. "Right this way, then." He began to lead her through the rooms of his house; breezing through the actual sitting room where his father sat quietly with his wine, and out into the lovely flowers and trees, and gently he set her down on the bench, taking his place right beside her.
"I have quite an idea."
And so it had passed. They had swapped ideas; each reveling in each other's over all way to think. And after they had come to form a list of such plans; Miriel had offered a story that immediately set them into a fit of laughter. Oh, the way that she had used her own friend to manipulate her brother. And in her own household!
"Ah, Miriel. Then we shall only have to build off of what you have done." He finally told her, his smile returning once more. "You are quite a devious young woman." He brought his hand up to touch her cheek once more, now that such a smile had returned; Durion knew it would be an opportune time to move in once more.
"You have become quite a beautiful woman." Such velvety words. And it was not a lie; though Durion would hardly have considered himself above lying at the right time.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 9, 2009 18:35:30 GMT -5
What impressive plans Durion held; it were as if all along he had known, the past few weeks, that they would meet, and he would have such a delightful scheme to partake in. How quickly his mind went, from one thing to the next, and together they came up with the loveliest plans.
There was not much Miriel could do; other than spread rumors among the palace walls, and irritate Faeldor in her own home, but Durion. Well, he had class and rank, and money as well. He worked among the stables, among the Calvary, the soldiers. Not to mention, he was a man, and it would be much easier for him to go about unsuspected. There was much he could do. And he certainly would do so.
"You are quite a devious young woman… You have become quite a beautiful woman." Miriel’s lips parted, and she smiled gently. “Then I might be bold enough to say that you are quite the treacherous man yourself, and handsome. Though, I have always thought you quite charming,” Miriel mused. Even when Durion and her brother had been at odds with one another, there was nothing to say that the young man was not attractive.
“I think our work together will be quite lovely,” she smiled, as she brought her hand up to clasp Durion’s.
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Post by Durion on Apr 9, 2009 20:59:11 GMT -5
He smirked once more. It seemed he had finally found someone that understood him better than all the rest. Durion, though, had no mind of settling down; though as his mother pressed him more for a proper marriage perhaps it wasn't too out of frame anymore. Still, that was not his intentions tonight. This was simply sport, after all.
Yes, our work together will be lovely. He thought darkly, taking his hand and wrapping it about hers as he returned it to his his side, forcing her a little bit closer. Durion was always one to keep pushing boundaries. It never would have suited him any other way; to be safe and tame meant to have no fun.
Such examples were rampant about him in Gondor---the men who courted dutifully to the blushing young woman, waiting until their legal binding to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh! It nearly made him laugh, in truth, that the people of Gondor did not mind holding to propriety, for all its slowness. Minas Tirith was in plain view of the orange clouds of Sauron every day, and every evening. There was no way for one to go throughout their day and simply not think of their death at least once.
When there was no point, really, in wasting the time you had. And for those men who were like him, and simply enjoyed the game--why there was absolutely nothing that should stall you. Women were weak playthings; like his Mother, like Anira. Gentleness was wasted on such beings that would change their minds given enough time.
A man was meant to be strong, to take what he needed in life. And Durion did love manipulating the women Anira so vehemently described as insightful. Anira, and now Miriel were the only two women in all of Gondor that had truly found his heart in its purest form. That he was---what word had Miriel used?---treacherous. Even after bedding many, and with a reputation that preceded him no matter the social standing of the lady, they still flocked to him when he so much as smiled.
How could someone claim them observant? It was simply foolishness to think such things. "Well, Miriel...I am certain that only good will come of this. After all, your family's reputation is so important." Good. What did the word really mean, anyway? What he deemed as good for the body, the mind, others deemed evil for the soul.
He stared into Miriel's green eyes for a moment, as if trying to read her own soul. He smiled, for he liked what he saw.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 9, 2009 22:19:53 GMT -5
As Durion brought down their hands, he was quite adamant in forcing her nearer him; and for a moment Miriel was quite startled and panicked, her eyes widening. Though, it only lasted for a moment, because the closeness that resulted in the situation gave the woman some sort of warmth. She had never been so close to a man before, despite all her attempts; her suitors never lasted long enough to go even this far with her. They were often drawn in by her beauty, but displeased by her attitude.
Durion though, he seemed to enjoy her. He was ever more manipulative than her, and ever full of more ideas. She almost felt herself become aware of his own scheme with her. Plotting against her brother was not his only intention, no, she could tell that by the way he was looking at her. She had her beauty working for her; her greatest strength.
“Only good…” Miriel muttered in response. She wondered what he had meant by such. Certainly the wicked man had intent to destroy her brother. Miriel was not sure she minded any longer though; for her brother no longer cared for her. Why should she care for him?
Her eyes almost willed Durion to go further with her; it seemed an excitement that she was not about to turn down. He was, perhaps, the most handsome man on all the sixth tier, after all, and she was the most beautiful woman. She willingly moved against the man on the bench; he had her hand still within his grasp.
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Post by Durion on Apr 9, 2009 22:36:40 GMT -5
A chuckle rose in Durion's chest; though it was ever so soft when it finally worked its way out. His eyes seemed to find the prodding she was giving him to continue. And so shortly after it seemed she had been panicky. Durion was known for quite the success rate, still...that even surprised him. For a moment, he simply stared into her eyes, inwardly his mind turned.
Perhaps...I should wait. He thought finally. As much as it was a game to chase the women, perhaps he could work it the other way. See how long it took for her to truly chase him. Yes---there would be no fun finishing the game so early. He would merely adapt the rules.
He lingered there for a moment with her and finally smiled. "Come, I have shown you nothing of my home. How dreadfully rude of me." He stood, still firmly holding her hand. "We have a lovely library. Our entire house, in fact, is quite luxurious." The final statement here, he dropped his voice, to seem more suave, and enticing.
If she truly wanted to play his game, she would not miss the meaning. What would a house be without a bedroom, after all? And his chambers were rather stunning. Though, he had always made a point of keeping it utterly presentable---for it was often the need did arise for company. And one could not have a horrid bedchamber and wish to woo a woman. That, to Durion, was pure folly.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 10, 2009 10:25:40 GMT -5
Miriel felt a warmth within her stomach as Durion seemed to look at her in such a way and allow her to sit near for some moments. Then he stood, though he had not let go of her, and offered to show her his home. He was not entirely unreadable. She hesitated for a moment, understanding the implications beneath the Lord’s words. Perhaps it was the similarities in the minds of the two that allowed her to see such about him.
Then, the woman breathed, gathered herself, and stood up. “Yes, that was indeed a rude thing of you to do.” Her voice was amused. “Do show me then. I should love to see it, if it is as luxurious as you say,” the woman said in a low voice, following Durion from the garden bench.
“Though… I do not care much for libraries. Books and readings tire my eyes. There are much more pleasurable things to look on with one’s own eyes.” She took joy in the fact of her own boldness, drawing herself near to the man, and kissing him gently upon the lips. Rosiel had always told her that a woman must take initiative in such situations, unless the man might lose interest; though Miriel had never been with a man, let alone kissed a man. She was rather nervous, though she drew back slowly and did not drop her eyes. It would not do to let the man know of her fears.
Miriel did not quite know what she was doing; nor getting herself in to. But before Durion, nobody had taken such pleasure in her thoughts before; and she had never spoken such things aloud. At least not without being scolded or lectured, or turned aside. Perhaps he was manipulative, but perhaps he did care for her, or at least; he would. Otherwise, why would he have been so eager to help her in her situation? Or maybe it was just the woman inventing things within her mind again. Her own loneliness tore at her and manipulated her, and though she always seemed composed, she never truly was.
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Post by Durion on Apr 10, 2009 15:04:46 GMT -5
No, he had not taken Miriel to be a boring soul that partook of books and readings like his sister. There was nothing bookish at all about this woman here. Durion smiled all the more hearing her own boldness in words, and quite confidently let her press her lips to his.
It was clear she was nervous; after seeing so many women fluster at such an act, it made it easy to spot in others. It pleased him all the more though. If she was so nervous, it was probably a safe bet that she had been with no other man before. This surprised him slightly. While Miriel had always been from a noble family, her beauty alone had made Durion think she would have at least kissed another before.
Not that it bothered him. It meant she was going to be quite the prize. He took a hand, and brushed her lips softly, smiling down at her. "Then please, let me redeem myself for such rudeness." His voice was soft, though enticing. If there was any one skill the man actually had, it was in wooing the ladies. Inside, he was a coward---when confronted with true conflict, he was sure to break. Perhaps that was why he had always hated Faeldor. He was always the closest thing Durion had to an enemy simply because the boy, on some level, had known of Durion's fatal weakness.
Fights displeased him; for such events always ended with his loss. While he knew how to read and write, he enjoyed neither and was by no means a scholar. He did enjoy appearances, and manipulation, and as he aged had become quite fluent in both. Being on the sidelines never bothered Durion in that sense. Not at all.
Anira. She had always known of such things, too. Though what young lady would dare strike out against her older brother? Miriel. He thought, almost proudly. Yes, it did appear that perhaps there were others like him. He turned and began to lead her back toward the house, opening the door for the both of them as he stepped through the doorway.
A short tour it turned to out to be, though as they passed the library, his sister looked up to Miriel with an expression that seemed sad. She knew very well the workings of her brother, and was displeased and disappointed that the lovely woman was about to make such a mistake. Still, she offered no words and simply lowered her eyes back to her text.
"Don't mind my sister." Durion had chimed as they moved on. "She has been ever so shy toward others all her life, and greatly dislikes guests of any sort." They approached the end of the hallway where there stood a winding staircase with a wooden banister. He brought them to a halt right there before it and looked upwards before turning to her. "Up there is where the bedchambers are. And a few other rooms as well. If you wish to see them, lovely, it is your call."
There, he had done it again. Manipulating the situation so once more it would be her choice. He did not think she would change her mind. If she had refused to see such rooms upstairs, Durion's game would continue. If she chose to venture upstairs, the game would be won. Either way, it seemed the lord would be happy.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 10, 2009 18:38:38 GMT -5
“Your sister seems quite a bore,” Miriel commented dryly, as they walked past the library and Durion commented on the matter. The high ceilings and stone walls that echoed surely brought her words right through the doorway for Anira to hear. She did not care if the woman heard; her own sisters were a bore themselves. Perhaps Anira would find good company in them someday.
The tour seemed almost complete, when finally the two reached the stairway, and Durion told her what was at the top of it.“Hm, it is getting late… Faeldor would be quite displeased…” Miriel said as she looked at the man, then up the stairway. Not to mention, the entirely of her family. She did not wish to think of them now though. Durion’s dispute was with her brother, not with the others. “To know that I have stayed so long in your company.”
Perhaps if Faeldor were to know of such an act, that she was about to commit, he would be upset. He might go after Durion. Then again, he might also pity his sister for being manipulated so by the man, and pay attention to her own needs. Either way, Miriel thought, at least someone would give her attention. Her heart ached for human embrace and love. She had tried so long for her family’s attentions, but they seemed to not give her what she deserved. Durion though… perhaps he might… Her stomach began to unravel in nerves at the thought of it, but the thoughts were not unpleasing.
The endearment the man paid her did well for her decision. Lovely. Perhaps she was worthy of such praise. How she longed to hear such words from a man; well, from anyone for that matter. Her soul thirsted for positive attention. She did not know if his words were just another manipulation in his scheme against her brother. But if they were, they were spoken well enough to not bring too much thought.
These thoughts seemed to make Miriel’s mind set, and she released Durion’s hand, and stepped toward the stairway. “Oh, I would ever so like to see. The stairway itself is quite elegant; I am sure the rooms are just as much, and more.” She grasped the banister and began to ascend the steps on her own; shoving the thoughts of ruin and immorality from her mind. She looked down at the man after a few steps, rather innocently, with a grin playing upon her lips. “Well come now Durion, will you not show me to your quarters? I am sure they must be the greatest out of any in this house.”
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Post by Durion on Apr 10, 2009 20:34:48 GMT -5
The smile that bloomed on his face clearly showed that Durion felt he had won; and so he raised his eyebrows at the lady as he began to speak and move forward once more. “Yes, I would say the rooms upstairs are quite lovely.” He took his first step on the staircase, and quickly joined her. “My bedchamber? Well, I do hope it will be to your liking, lovely. I am a man, after all, and with quite simple tastes.”
It was clearly not the case, what with the rest of the house being so extravagant. Still, the statement was meant to make Miriel once more realize that they had quite similar tastes. He could not quite understand the way he was trying for her approval. It seemed she was already completely enthralled by the man, and he could very well stop working his charm and ploys to bring her to his bedroom.
Still, there was something, however small, that seemed to be begging and prodding him to offer more sweet words, to ensure her attention. This Durion found foreign to his own thoughts and processes. Miriel, it did seem, would understand him more than all other women in Gondor, and not be repulsed by his twisted heart, the way Anira had been their entire life. The question for a moment crossed his mind: could he see more than just a game with this woman? It was not at all something the man had ever thought of before. The thought was not enough to still his ascent of the stairs, though it did seem to make him frown momentarily. No. He told himself, forcing the expression from his face before he thought to much on the matter.
He had never looked at a woman as anything more than a plaything, and Durion supposed he never would. Though, if he would ever be forced to change his views on such things, Miriel would probably be the type of woman that he would desire. Someone equally as malicious as himself.
They were now at the top of the stairway, and he glanced over to her pleasantly. “This way, then.” He motioned her on with a sweep of his arm, and bowed his head slightly, silently following her. They walked almost to the end of the hall, but he touched her shoulder lightly to stop her from moving on much further. They were at his door now. “By all means,” he reached to throw open the door, “please tell me if it is to your liking.”
The room was large, with a lovely wooden bed of the same dark wood that was downstairs, with a deep blue silken cover for the bed, accented with flecks of gold. There were two intricate side tables, a lovely dresser under a good sized window, and a large and ornate mirror set in the corner. It was quite an expensive room, in truth. Durion did tend to indulge on such things as often as he possibly could.
But there was no mistake what the focus of the room was: the bed.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 12, 2009 22:03:16 GMT -5
Durion’s hand upon her shoulder told her that they had made it to their destination; his chambers. Miriel felt her stomach flop and her knees grow a bit weak at the thought of what entering would mean. She took a breath though, and answered, “Hmm… quite lovely.” She stepped over the threshold of the doorway, feeling a bit more at ease. The blues of the room were calming.
Miriel looked about, examining the intricacies of the decorations; the carvings of the wood banisters and table legs. The ornate mirror in the corner. She looked to Durion for a moment, then walked toward the window, looking out over the view, and biting her lip as she did so. She slid her fingers across the dresser as she made her way over to the large mirror, looking at her reflection, and turning about once in it. The woman’s hand came to her own cheek as she saw the bruising upon it. Quite ugly, she thought, though Durion had not seemed to mind.
It was afterall, not Miriel’s fault that her face had been treated as such. Her dreadful mother had done that to her. And the woman smiled to her reflection in the mirror, thinking of the pain she had inflicted upon Gilwen in return. The first time she had struck her, some weeks ago, she had felt a bit guilty afterwards. But now, it seemed that she felt no remorse for the woman. She seemed to have lost her sense of empathy.
Miriel finally moved from the mirror, still wordless, and lightly touched the silken blue fabric atop the bed, which was positioned quite nicely in the center of the room. Then, her eyes shifted back to Durion, and as she looked upon him, she slowly sat down upon the end of the bed, waiting, and quite unsure of what to do now that she was here. “It is a fine bedroom,” she finally said softly, smiling slightly, and undoing the pins from her hair.
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Post by Durion on Apr 13, 2009 9:22:21 GMT -5
As Miriel moved about the room, Durion closed the door behind them, stepping a bit further inside, and crossing his arms, waiting. His lips played with a smile as she seemed to find things up to par; though for a moment as she had looked in the mirror, Durion had feared she would begin to be upset. It was all the better that she hadn’t cried, or made and exclamation of such feelings, for he was not entirely sure if he was in the mood to baby her and quell them.
She sat herself down on the edge of her bed and removed her hair pins, causing her lovely dark hair to fall about her shoulder. “It is a fine bedroom.” His smile finally truly showed itself, and he stepped forward a pace or two. She seemed to be altogether nervous, or unsure. The confidence that Miriel had been showing him all evening had seemed utterly gone; though this hardly dampened his spirits. He always had liked the ones who were uncertain.
“Thank you,” He replied as he stepped forward the final distance and took one of his hands to touch her silky hair. Immediately it was apparent that Miriel was one to take good care of herself; though Durion had already guessed so. He sat himself down beside her after a moment, his hand dropping to the small of her back. The lord was gentle, though confident as he leaned himself toward her and kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and the side of her neck.
He moved ever so slowly; as if giving Miriel time to change her mind. Durion would not press her to do something she did not wish to do. That would, after all, defeat the purposes of the game. If the woman was resisting, Durion had not finished his manipulations quite well enough. Though here, it did not seem to be a problem. His other hand finally found itself against her thigh, and Durion pulled away a few inches to whisper in Miriel’s ear. The woman seemed to hold her appearance in high regard; the easiest way to soothe her was to compliment it. “There is no lovelier lady in all of Gondor.”
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Post by Miriel on Apr 13, 2009 17:37:48 GMT -5
The woman almost gasped at the man’s touch, and the faint kisses upon her skin. She would not have imagined that men of Durion’s type would be so gentle. She knew very well that he had been with many women, and she had always imagined men of the sort to be quite forceful, and commanded by their own bodies. But he was quite restrained. She found his touch comforting, and without even willing herself, she was leaning against the man.
“There is no lovelier lady in all of Gondor.” Miriel smiled for a moment to herself, she did not doubt the man’s words, for she knew that she was beautiful, though she also knew of Durion’s reputation as a man of many women, and a tickling thought struck her. She turned her face partially to catch the man’s jaw against her lips before speaking.
“Do you use the same method and words with every woman you bring here?” she asked him, her voice starting out sweet, but changing to a stronger tone as she went. “For I will not be treated as a common harlot. My brother may use such women to his devices, but you… you deserve far more than such, and I as well.” She placed a delicate hand beneath the man’s chin, and drew his face toward her, to kiss him upon the lips, and her other hand went to grip the one he had placed upon her leg.
“After this…” she started, her tone was quite unflinching, as she continued to hold her hand beneath Durion’s chin, and look him right in the eye. “You will not put me back outside like some licentious woman of the street.”
For Miriel, this was an outright attempt at gaining the attention and affection of another. The thing she most desired was simply a person to truly care for her. This had been spured on most forcefully the past weeks by the way she saw her brother care for another. Though she would never admit it to him, or anyone else; she was quite jealous of Gilwen, despite the fact that she deemed her a harlot.
Though, above all things the woman feared betrayal. If she were to give herself to Durion tonight, she would expect something in return. And that would be his companionship. She knew already that their minds were quite at ease with each other. If he were to send her away immediately after his act was performed, then she would gain nothing from him. But to be wanted by another; that was what she would ask for. If his embraces were just as sweet as his kisses, surely she would be at the top of the world.
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Post by Durion on Apr 13, 2009 18:26:52 GMT -5
“Do you use the same method and words with every woman you bring here?”
For a moment, even Durion was taken off-guard, though he quickly regained composure. He thought on it a moment as she spoke to him more, and shook his head. “No, Miriel. I do not say those words to any.” And it was, in fact, a truth. While he might say to a woman she was beautiful, Durion had never once told one that she was the loveliest in all of Minas Tirith, or better still, Gondor. No, Miriel had earned that title on her very own. “Throw you out on the street?” He laughed lightly, and kissed her neck once more.
“Why, a lady of your standing should never be tossed aside,” he answered. Perhaps it was the fact that she had proven so like-minded to him that Durion felt his words rang true. Better still, the fiery personality she had was quite amusing. There were no women as of yet that had dared lay restrictions on him, especially after already making it to the bedchamber.
Having agreed to her terms, then, he did bring himself to kiss her lips. It was going to be an altogether perfect ending to a dreadful day.
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He stood with the lady now on his very doorstep. It was growing a bit late, and she needed to be returning home. She seemed to have taken great care of her appearance, so as to not attract any attention or thoughts to the activities she had partook of, he assumed. But now, the night was cool and they had a short walk to her own house.
He was grinning; having accomplished quite a few many things that evening. And so, his mind returned to the plans they had formed earlier in the gardens. Things could very well have been awkward, and silent, though Durion had not allowed for such a thing to happen.
“Tomorrow, then, I will go speak to the supervisor in the palace. She will be sure to knock the harlot’s pay,” he delicately touched her back as he began to walk with her. “And if you so desire to have her moved to scrubbing, then I shall work that out as well.”
It had been positively dastardly; for Miriel to suggest such a thing. To ruin the girl’s hands! Oh, what fun! This Gilwen seemed to be ashamed of them enough as it was.
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Post by Miriel on Apr 14, 2009 15:56:57 GMT -5
Miriel had let herself fall to Durion’s soft words quite readily. She felt, somehow, that she could trust what he had said to her, and she sighed when he kissed her. Most of it though, had been odd to her, and she was glad in the end when the man embraced her. She had liked his gentle touches. That was what she had enjoyed, and she could have slept as such all the night if the man had let her. She felt nothing now though, except a warm throbbing in her abdomen, and a slight pain. It was not altogether pleasing.
The woman felt utterly disgusted with herself at the end of it, and thought to draw water for a warm bath as soon as she returned to her home. As they stood upon Durion’s doorstep, her face frowned lightly, though she tried to draw herself from such. She did not wish the man to think that she had been displeased, and she had done well enough to hide it until then.
She was glad though now, for their conversation had moved back to their exciting plans for the next day, and Durion’s hand upon her back was comforting. He had very gentle hands… and the thought of hands made her smile. “I think moving her to scrubbing would be the best possible thing to happen to her; perhaps even better than firing her completely. Her hands area already quite disgusting enough, and it would simply destroy them,” she smiled now, descending the steps.
Surely her brother Faeldor was a kind man, and this was hardly something that would bother him in the least. He had never been the type to be unkind based on appearance. But it surely would bother Gilwen at least. That girl was always flustered, it seemed, from anything. To draw more attention to her ugly hands would be a grand scheme, even if it were one of the smaller aspects of the plan.
“I’m sure that the news of her demotion will be all through the palace halls by tomorrow afternoon,” Miriel smile adoringly at Durion. The man was quite clever, and there was nothing about him that did not seem entirely charming. “Poor Faeldor will be quite upset when he hears of it.”
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Post by Durion on Apr 14, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -5
The man was quite sure that Miriel willed the servant to be moved to scrubbing lady simply for her own personal pleasure at Gilwen’s plight. Yes, that had to be it, with the way she seemed to revel in it. That was all well and good, then. Still, Gilwen’s discomfort was not quite why he was so intent on this.
So the joy came for him when Miriel mentioned how upset her brother would be. Ah. Durion sighed, finally content. This was why his actions toward this petty serving woman would give him the most pleasure.
And it was certain, at least to Durion that her dear Faeldor would undoubtedly link the action to him, given time. Still, if he worked right there would not be enough evidence to truly incriminate him and he and Miriel could claim no part of it. Faeldor, though, would have to know. Otherwise, where would his fun be?
For a moment as he walked with Miriel toward her house he was silent. Though this did not last long. “I will have to gather proper evidence, of course. Still, a couple of soldiers might find their way to her doorstep with pay for her previous night’s work.” Durion grinned devilishly and looked down to Miriel pointedly. “A right pitiful sum, too. I doubt she would warrant much of a charge. She was rather small and plain.”
Oh, and it would be ever so easy to find soldiers willing to take a bribe. If one worked the taverns properly, they were useful for so much more than just drinking. The people of the lower tiers were quite lovely pawns. A small sum of money to him would let them live for weeks as they did then: a small lie was a little thing to give when it was offered. If they blinded themselves to the harm they had done, they would go off living blindly in quite a happy state.
Pawns were of such great use. He wondered as to why the Steward did not use them in such a way. Surely it was easier than asking for their loyalty.
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