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"Like what?!" he demands to know.
You stare daggers at him again, the languid expressions of pleasure having entirely slipped away from your face despite both Juniper and the headman's wife greedily going at every inch of you with their tongues. "The matter of your clemency, for one. Your actions have proved you worthy of a second chance, but there are still assurances that the Empire would have from you. And then there's poor Miss Erin..."
"What of her?" Ragnar's voice is sharp and demanding, his desire to protect that young woman clear in his tone. "Did you learn something from the adventurers before killing them? Was some sort of curse laid upon her? Did you-"
You chuckle at the young man's reaction. So easily deflected from his previous concerns about his neighbors, when the wellbeing of his love came up. Of course, his face twists into a snarl, but you wave this boyish anger off and tell him, "Oh I'm sure she's as fine as she can be. But won't she be missing her handsome savior? I know that if I were in her position, I would want to shower my rescuer with every affection a woman can give a man~ Did you at least kiss her before you ran away to talk to another woman~?"
"I- she's not...!" Ragnar's face has turned an amusing shade of cherry red. He points an accusing finger at you and the revenants attending to your needs. "She's definitely not like you or those rotten adventurers. That sort of thing should wait for marriage!"
You disagree, but you suppose country folk value those rituals more than the pit-born daughter of a whore would. "Very well! You have my blessing as interim governor of these lands to take Miss Erin to wife in the eyes of the Lawmaker. Marry her, shower her with affection, and put a dozen babies in her."
Ragnar chokes out a cough at that last part. "Is... is that an order?"
"Yes," you tell him. Amusement has returned to your voice as he stays on the back foot. "Though that is not the assurance of loyalty I need from you today. Holly, if you would?"
Ragnar eyes you strangely as you offer your wrist to the revenant maid standing at your side. With a wordless nod, Holly cleans the knife she'd been using to cut your meat and slices open your wrist. Her skills as a housewife and maid become readily apparent here, as not a drop of your blood is spilled onto the tablecloth. All of it is caught within a silver chalice from the moment it starts pouring from your body to the moment your wrist is wrapped with a bandage.
Holly then pours wine into the chalice, stirring it together with your blood until it is suffused throughout the expensive drink. Wordlessly, she approaches Ragnar with the chalice and offers it to him.
"Like what?!" he demands to know.
You stare daggers at him again, the languid expressions of pleasure having entirely slipped away from your face despite both Juniper and the headman's wife greedily going at every inch of you with their tongues. "The matter of your clemency, for one. Your actions have proved you worthy of a second chance, but there are still assurances that the Empire would have from you. And then there's poor Miss Erin..."
"What of her?" Ragnar's voice is sharp and demanding, his desire to protect that young woman clear in his tone. "Did you learn something from the adventurers before killing them? Was some sort of curse laid upon her? Did you-"
You chuckle at the young man's reaction. So easily deflected from his previous concerns about his neighbors, when the wellbeing of his love came up. Of course, his face twists into a snarl, but you wave this boyish anger off and tell him, "Oh I'm sure she's as fine as she can be. But won't she be missing her handsome savior? I know that if I were in her position, I would want to shower my rescuer with every affection a woman can give a man~ Did you at least kiss her before you ran away to talk to another woman~?"
"I- she's not...!" Ragnar's face has turned an amusing shade of cherry red. He points an accusing finger at you and the revenants attending to your needs. "She's definitely not like you or those rotten adventurers. That sort of thing should wait for marriage!"
You disagree, but you suppose country folk value those rituals more than the pit-born daughter of a whore would. "Very well! You have my blessing as interim governor of these lands to take Miss Erin to wife in the eyes of the Lawmaker. Marry her, shower her with affection, and put a dozen babies in her."
Ragnar chokes out a cough at that last part. "Is... is that an order?"
"Yes," you tell him. Amusement has returned to your voice as he stays on the back foot. "Though that is not the assurance of loyalty I need from you today. Holly, if you would?"
Ragnar eyes you strangely as you offer your wrist to the revenant maid standing at your side. With a wordless nod, Holly cleans the knife she'd been using to cut your meat and slices open your wrist. Her skills as a housewife and maid become readily apparent here, as not a drop of your blood is spilled onto the tablecloth. All of it is caught within a silver chalice from the moment it starts pouring from your body to the moment your wrist is wrapped with a bandage.
Holly then pours wine into the chalice, stirring it together with your blood until it is suffused throughout the expensive drink. Wordlessly, she approaches Ragnar with the chalice and offers it to him.
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