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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-
Once Daphne is gone, I look around his room once again. I haven’t been in here since the night I gave myself to him and Harry looked back at me for the first time. I have to wonder what he has in mind to punish me with this time.
I start to pace the room moving back and forth always stopping to watch the door as I near it. The waiting like this seems worse than actually being punished, but then I remind myself what punishments have been like in the past.
I’m not sure how long it’s been when the door finally opens and Tom moves to me in a rush. I only see a flash of him before he’s on me gripping my hair.
“Did you think that was funny pet?” He hisses forcing me to my knees with pure physical strength.
“No.” I tell him honestly. Nothing about today has been funny.
“No, Master.” He says before backhanding me across the face. “You need to learn who is in control here my sweet little kitten.”
I try to blink away the stars the strike left and nod slowly. “I’m not calling you that my Lord.” I say unable to get myself to cross that line.
Another strike comes and soon I’m being dragged across the room. When he lets go of my hair I crumple to the floor and feel my face where he hit me.
After a moment of shuffling things around there’s a familiar pinch at the back of my neck as a weight settles around it.
“No…” I say looking up to him seeing his satisfied smirk. He runs his fingers over the collar as if it brings him great pleasure just to see it.
“You look afraid.” He says in a pleased tone. “I missed your fear.” He adds after a moment.
“What are you going to make me do?” I ask resisting the urge to try to remove the collar. I remember the pain very clearly last time I tried.
“There will be pain and pleasure in your near future, but you won’t enjoy a moment of it.” He warns. “You will call me Master.” Tom orders a moment later and his words take on an echo that I cannot seem to resist.
“Yes Master.” I whimper knowing it’s wrong.
“We will be leaving this collar on until you learn your lesson.”
“What lesson is that Master?” I ask still unable to keep myself from calling him that. “I obviously acted as you wished me to act. You wanted to punish me and that is why you set up the whole thing.” I say deciding to not completely fold or beg.
“You know, I don’t think many people gave you credit for being clever. I certainly never did when you were younger.” He says as if he’s remembering better days.
“But what you wanted was an excuse to punish and hurt me.” I say thoughtfully looking to the ground.
“Right again kitten.” Tom says running fingers through my hair as if he’s rewarding a prized pet.
“Why do you need an excuse?” I ask looking up at him seriously. “I’m your prisoner, your slave even, you don’t need a reason. You own me.” I remind him.
“That is true, but I try to be fair with you as well. I give you certain freedoms when you’re good, and take them away when you’re bad. With that little display of yours in the chamber no one will think twice of me keeping you out of the public eye for a while.” He comments with a knowing smile.
“But school!” I say standing, unsure how long a while is and if I can catch up if he even lets be return.
“Kneel.” Tom orders again with power behind the word. I drop to my knees and groan at the pain of hitting the floor so fast.
“Sorry Master. I just don’t wish to miss school.” I tell him honestly.
“I know your education is very important to you, and honestly is it also important to me, which is why I think you should be privately tutored for the rest of the year.” He said sounding unconcerned about my feelings on the subject.
“I like to be able to see others besides…” I start before the pain radiating down my spine stops all thought.
“I don’t care what you like; I don’t care if you’re happy. Only your ability to please me is important.” He says firmly as I shake my head.
“If that was true…” I start trying to press past the agony still burning up most of my thought. “...you would have me in one of your cells in the dungeon.”
I can tell he’s pulling back some of the torture so he can hear me out. “Okay little pet, do you have some kind of offer for me?”
“If I can keep living as we have been this year I would surrender myself to your punishments willingly. You wouldn’t have to come up with reasons to hurt me.” I say trying to sound more confident than I felt.
“The collar will still have to stay on for a while.” He answered after a moment. “And you my sweet, would have to start calling me Master, in private, willingly.” Tom says as he plays with a strand of my hair.
I close my eyes, really hating the collar and the idea of willingly calling him Master. “Fine.” I say after a moment, knowing my pride isn’t worth my education. The pain he was inducing completely fades now and he tips my chin up so I have to look into his eyes.
“You know there’s only one other who has ever offered me her pain willingly before.” He tells me seeming more interested than mad now. “But the other one was obsessed with me and would to anything for my attention.”
“You must have found that very dull Master.” I say trying to feel brave.
“I do.” He agrees running his thumb over my lips. “But I’ve never found you dull Ginevra.” He says his words pleasing me more than I would like to admit to myself. “And now here you are, offering your pain to me. I think I will enjoy this.
With that, he gets to his feet and with a wave of his wand, I’m standing as well. He has me tied with my wrists hanging from the ceiling before I can blink. I pull at my bonds and find them very secure.
“You know Tracey was standing there just last night.” Tom tells me as he moves around behind me. “She has such a pretty scream. I think I’ll play with her after we’re done for tonight.”
I took in slow breaths knowing this was all just to make me jealous of the other girl. “After I gave her some pain, just a taste of what you’ll be getting, I laid her down on that bed and made her scream for a whole new reason.” He says with a chuckle.
I start to feel my body humming with a very slight level of arousal, and I really don’t know where it coming from. As the feeling gets stronger, I realize he must be using the collar again.
“Why are you doing that Master?” I ask trying to shift to relieve the feeling.
“Doing what?” He asks with an all too innocent voice. “Maybe you like to hear about the other women I fuck?” He says before ripping the back of my dress open and letting it fall to the ground around me.
I gasp as the cold air settled over newly revealed skin. “I know it’s you, Tracey turns my stomach.”
He chuckles at my words and gathers my hair into his hand. He pins it up with another spell before running a cool hand down my back.
“I do enjoy the blank canvas you offer.” He says seeming to be speaking more to himself than me.
He treats my underclothes as if they’re simply trash in his way, cutting them off my body and tossing them aside.
The pleasure suddenly heightens as I can feel the heat of his form step away. This confuses me for a moment before I feel the first cold lash on my back. Pain blooms from my right, diagonally along my back. With the high level of pleasure still being pumped into me, it causes a very confused reaction in my brain. I gasp unsure if it was in pain or ecstasy.
There’s a long moment before the next strike lands across my hip and again the pleasure pulses with the pain. The strikes start coming fast after that and I lose myself in the warring sensations he’s torturing me with.
Before I realize I’m screaming myself horse. The searing pain always mixing with new levels of pleasure. By the time he slows to a stop, I’m sure my back, shoulders, upper arms and legs are a bloody mess.
“Did you like that my sweet?” He asks as he moves up behinds me licking my shoulder and causing a flare of pain there.
I’m still too disoriented from what he’d just done to really understand and answer. I feel his heat move around to my front.
I can’t really see him so much as feel his closeness, but I have an impression of blood splatter on a pale chest. He takes my chin directing my head towards him I think. “Oh yes, this is a good start.” He says, not making any sense at all.
Finally, he lets the unsatisfied pleasure drift away into an annoying empty feeling. And it takes all my will not to whimper with its loss.
“You should rest now; you have a very busy day tomorrow.” He says and I’m not sure if I understand him at all any more. “I’ve decided you will be meeting with that friend of yours, the Lovegood girl. She’s asked if you will plan her wedding as the Lady of this castle.” He says sounding amused.
“But… If…” I lick my lips shaking my head as I try to clear it. “You said you wanted me out of public eye. You tricked me?”
“If you didn’t offer me something good enough I would have turned her request down.” He says smiling in a very pleasured way. “I had no idea how sweet you would make this deal. I think this is my favorite so far.”
With that, he pulled out of my view again but I was at least finding my head. Unfortunately, as I come down from the high of what he just did to me the pain seems to intensify, making it feel as if my body was on fire.
“Take her to her room, and make sure her maid gives her the sleeping draft before tucking her in.” He orders someone I can’t see. “Tell her maid Tracey I require her in my chambers.”
I feel strong familiar arms carefully take me down from Tom ties. I’m still too distracted to know who it is, but with the care he is taking, I assume it must be one of my guards.
We’re almost to the door when Tom speaks again. “Oh, and boy, I know each and every welt on her skin, if I find even one out of place tomorrow you will not enjoy what my displeasure looks like upon her next time.”
We are halfway down the hall when I finally look up at my helper. I gasp and look away, wishing my brother didn’t have to see me like this. Didn’t have to help my naked and bleeding form back to my room. “We need to get you out of here Ginny.” He says in a very soft voice.
Luna-
There’s a moment of stunned silence as Blaise processes whose voice just drifted down the stairs.
“I love her.” Ron presses and we can both hear him walking down the stairs even though I’m still looking into Blaise’s wide eyes as he looks back into mine.
He seems hurt for a moment before pushing it away and turning to face Ron with his own wand drawn.
“You’re either an idiot or not actually in love with her as you say.” Blaise tells him coldly.
“What do you know about love? You’re forcing her to marry you for some political gain you get from her bloodline.” Ron spits back.
“At least my match with her won’t get her killed, or worse.” Blaise counters as they size each other up for a duel.
“I’ll protect her.” Ron says firmly.
Blaise laughs shaking his head. “Oh will you? You know what the best protection for her is. You wouldn’t, because you’re an idiot. Harry Potter’s idiot friend can’t protect anyone.” Blaise hisses and I see Ron about to make a fool hearty move.
It’s as if his actions break a spell that’s been holding me in place, keeping me frozen as two men I care about finally confront one another. The moment I can move I dart between them, keeping them from harming one another.
Ron lets his spell fall when he no longer has line of sight on Blaise. “Please don’t fight?” I ask looking from one to the other.
“If we let him go he’s just going to turn us in Luna, you have to come with me now.” Ron says desperately.
“Ah, is that your plan, stealing her away to hide at whatever hovel the rebellion is gathered at now?” Blaise asks with a sneer. “She’s smarter than that; she knows that life isn’t sustainable.”
“Like you care about her?” Ron snaps angrily. “We both know the first moment you can you’ll turn her in for harboring me.”
“If we both know that why reveal yourself at all? You want to force her to go with you.”
“You want to force her to marry you!” Ron yells back.
I lick my lips having to step between them again. “I love you both!” I scream unable to think of how to deal with the jealousy and anger cloaking both of them as they bicker. I blush deeply as they both are now staring at me.
“You what?” Ron asks recovering first. “You can’t love him. He’s the enemy!” Ron’s anger only grows as he has time to think about my words, but Blaise’s colors are a mix of confusion and a bit of happiness, he keeps trying to ignore.
“I love him and I love you, but you’re both trying to bully me into things I don’t want. I’ve already told you I can’t go with you. There are people that rely on me here.” I tell him with a frustrated sigh.
When I turn to Blaise, he’s smiling triumphantly. “And you!” I start so he knows he isn’t off the hook. “We both know that things are working our greatly in your favor. That to stay here I have to marry you and that’s what you’ve wanted since whenever you and Draco came up with that stupid plan.” I have to take a breath because I’m not used to talking so much at once. “But I’m a creature of freedom. I need to breathe if you don’t wish to kill me. And if you turn Ronald in or hurt him in any way you’ll be hurting that love I have for you.”
Blaise’s eyes widen and his jaw sets as I finish speaking. He takes in what seems like a calming breath before lowering his wand. “I won’t harm him, but you realize letting him go only puts you in danger. The boy isn’t known for his ability to bite his tongue. If he tells anyone he saw you, it puts you in danger’s way.”
“I’m not the one taking her in front of Voldyshorts.” Ronald snaps. “I’m not the one having her around all those Death Eaters day in and day out. You’re not the one who had to comfort her this morning after that bastard nearly raped her!”
“You need to shut up and leave before I decide that killing her love for me is worth the satisfaction your death will bring both of us.”
I clench my fists unsure how to make my feelings more clear to either of them. “You know what? I think you should both just leave.” I snap finally. “Each go your own way because I am tired of this fighting.”
“I just want to know one thing.” Blaise says looking to me, seeming nearly ready to listen to my request.
“What?” I ask looking back at him with a frown.
“When?”
“When what?” I ask blinking unsure of his question.
“He wants to know when we made love.” Ron answers for him. “I don’t think it is any of his business.”
Blaise just looks at me with that same jealous hurt around him as before. “Last night.” I say and Ron makes a sound behind me. “I knew I wasn’t going to have the time or freedom to be with him after we were married, so when the chance presented itself I took it.”
The darker man nodded slowly in thought. “At least I know I don’t have to compete with a perfect memory.” He says with a sly smile forming on his lips. “Goodnight Luna.” He stepped up next to me and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek before heading for the front door.
When Blaise is gone, I finally turn to a disgusted looking Ron. “You still can’t see why I care about him?” I ask with a frown.
“I still think he’s playing you, and I know he doesn’t need you. Come away with me before he sends back a squad of Death Eaters to bring us both in.” He says sounding a bit desperate.
I sigh and shake my head. “No, he doesn’t need me.” I agree still shaking my head. “But Minty, Muffin, Mop and Clipper do.” I remind him. “I meant it Ron, I need my space tonight. I’m sure your cause needs you back as well.”
“But what if Death Eaters come for you?” He asks sounding fearful, “They’ll show up any moment.”
“Then I’ll deal with it on my own, but they won’t, not tonight.”
He sighs and walks over to me so he can look down at me with his concerned blue eyes. “I won’t be back for a while; I wish you’d just come with me.”
“Stop it Ronald.” I press making him sigh again.
“Fine, I can’t force you.” He agrees before kissing my lips and trying to convince me in a whole new way. I’m breathless before he pulls back to look into my eyes hopefully.
“Good night Ronald.”
Daphne-
I actually feel bad about leaving Ginny to her fate in his chambers, but I can’t help feeling grateful that she doesn’t make me stay with her. Knowing I’m going to be needed later though, I head back to her room and gather her other maids with me.
“So we’re just going to wait in here while he punishes her?” Tracey asks with a sneer. “I have better things to do with my time.”
“You’re still her maid which means her care is your only care for this moment. I just wish I knew how he planned to punish her that he didn’t want to make a public spectacle of it.” I say more to myself.
“Nothing to do right now but wait, you may work on other projects you may have while we do that.” I tell them ignoring Tracey's sour expression.
I move to Ginny’s desk and pull out my correspondence with those I think would make good allies to my Lady and start going over the latest political moves made by those families.
I hear Millicent and Tracey talking in the background as I work but I ignore them until I hear a familiar name.
“Do you really think Adrian would even look at a troll like you?” Tracey asks her voice rising. “Just because our Lady seems to think we’re competitors doesn’t mean you’re even near my level.”
“I would never presume.” Millicent says quietly. “It’s just I thought the job of a Lady was to find a good marriage. I don’t think being the Emperor’s slut counts.”
I can’t help but smile down at my work at Milly’s words.
“Mistress is just the first step. I will be his queen. My parents taught me to aim only for those who are worthy of me.”
“He’s never going to make you his queen Tracey. Everyone knows he’s chosen Lady Gin…”
“Oh come on.” Tracey interrupts. “He’s never going to be happy with trash like her.”
I frown about to get up to discipline Tracey for speaking so about our Lady when I hear a slap across skin. “She is our Lady.” Millicent says fiercely. “And you will never talk about her in that way in front of me again.”
I turn blinking as Milly stands over Tracey with a menacing expression. It’s one of the rare moments her height is a true advantage.
“You hit me!” Tracey says as she finds her voice.
“I’ll do it again.” Millicent responds pulling back her hand as Tracey jumps to her feet and moves away.
The blonde then looks to me for backup. “She hit me.” She repeats as if it was the worst thing anyone could do.
“You needed a reality check. You know what the Dark Lord would do to you if you called his consort trash in front of him?” I ask to drive the point home.
Before she can answer, the door swings open. Theodore holds the door as George and Draco carry Ginny into the room.
My heart jumps into my throat and Tracey’s behavior gets push aside with everything else. “Lay her down on her stomach and get her a healer.” I order but George shakes his head before anyone can move.
“No healer.” He says as he helps to lay his sister on the bed. “He said if anything was…” He looks as if he’s going to be sick but before I can be distracted with that Millicent actually has the grace to lead him away.
“We need to at least clean her up and put some salve on so it doesn’t get infected.” I say rushing to the bathroom to get a basin and towels to wash her back. There’s just so much blood I worry that she isn’t screaming.
“Is she even alive?” Tracey asks coldly.
“I put a numbing spell on her, it just keeps her bleary.” Draco explains sharply and I thank Merlin he thought of it.
“Think he’s done with her now?” She presses as if this beating is a sign that he’s losing interested in his consort.
“It sounded like he wanted to see her tomorrow.” George says sounding a bit dead inside. “What can I do to help?” He asks as soon as I return to the room.
“Did he say anything else?” I ask him to keep him from falling into despair, and wanting all the information from him I could get.
“Only that he wants her as soon as she can get there.” He says sneering at Tracey.
“Why didn’t you say sooner!?” She shakes and was out of the room before anyone could actually dismiss her.
“Why did he do this to my sister?” George asks obviously wanting to make sense of everything he saw. “And what is that around her neck?” He adds, his eyes not leaving her for a moment.
Not caring about the sheets, I started to pat the blood away from her normally pale skin. I glance to her neck swallowing at the familiar clasp. The men hovered over as I revealed the real damage he’d done. “It’s a magical collar.” I tell those who don’t recognize it. “And I don’t know. I knew he would be hard on her, but…” I shake my head this isn’t exactly adding up.
“Because I told him he could.” Came a weak voice from the pillow where Ginny’s head lay.
“You what?” Draco, George I ask, all shocked by her words.
Ginny licks her lips as she turns her head to look at the door. “He wanted to take me out of the public eye. He wanted to keep me from seeing people.” She says not really seeing any of us.
“So you told him he could beat you senseless and collar you?” I ask holding the basin up for Milly to wash it out and get me a new one.
“I offered him my pain for being allowed to continue with the small life I have here. The collar was before that.” She says as if I’d understand her motives and his.
“My Lady he didn’t hold back with these strikes.” I tell her unsure if she really understood this or not.
“I know.” She say hiding her face from all the onlookers.
“You all have better things to do, Millicent and I will take care of her from here.” I tell them before shooing them out of Ginny’s room. George is the last to leave, all the while giving me a pleading expression. “We’ll take good care of her, if you want to help go pick of some ointment from the infirmary, just say it’s for open welts and they’ll know what to give you.” I told him before going back to Ginny’s side.
“Why not clean it with a spell?” Milly asks once we’re alone.
“My wand work isn’t as delicate as it could be.” I tell her honestly.
“Oh.” He nods in understanding as we slowly but surely clean Ginny’s wounds. No one talks as Ginny seems worn out and neither Millicent nor I can think of anything useful to say. When George returns with a few bottles of the ointment Milly helps slowly and carefully rub it over the skin.
“This will also make sure it doesn’t scar.” I say once we’re finished.
“It feels a bit better.” Ginny admits and looks over to me. “I need my dreamless sleeping draft, and I’d like to talk to George before I sleep.” She says in a weary voice. “We’ll need to talk in the morning about what my life will be now.” She adds when I think she’s done.
“Yes my Lady.” I say with a bow.
I retrieve the draft, but instead of giving it to her, I head into the hall looking for her brother. “She wants to talk to you.” I tell him as I hand over the bottle. “Give this to her before you leave, it will keep the nightmares away.”
“Why did he do this to her?” He asked me again, a deep frown on his lips. “I thought he wouldn’t hurt her if she behaved.”
I frown and let out a slow sigh. “It’s just as dangerous being the Dark Lord’s favorite as being in his disfavor.” I tell him regretfully. “But your sister is strong, he won’t break her.” I tell him after a moment, trying to convince myself as well.
He nods slowly and closes the rest of us out so he can spend some time with his sister. I look around at the small group of Ginny’s household. Theodore is the only one here without her blood smeared on hands and clothes.
“I think we should get cleaned up.” I tell the rest. “Theodore, you stay here and keep guard while we do. If George comes out send him to do the same.”
The boy looks to Draco for confirmation before nodding in agreement. “Yes m’lady.” He answers before the rest of us head up towards our rooms.
Millicent walks a little ahead of Draco and I as we speak in low voices.
“How bad is it really?” Draco asks as he places a hand on the small of my back.
“It looked scarier than it actually was because of all the blood.” I tell him with a frown. “But it still isn’t great, more so if he plans to do it to her daily.”
“I don’t know how to protect her from this.” He tells me with worry in his voice.
I smile slightly. “Are you actually concerned?” I ask looking to him. “I thought it was our job to pretend loyalty to her. She was just a stepping stone in our path.”
“It’s hard to be around her all the time and not grow fond of her. I’m an intelligent man Daphne. Being her guard when she’s Queen will be far preferable to ever being his.”
“Only if she survives to that day.” I remind him making him slow.
“So how do we protect her from him?” He asks again.
I lick my lips in thought and shake my head. “Try to minimize the damage as much as possible, be there when she needs us. She gave this to him willingly…” I shake my head at the thought. “Right now he’s ravaging that twit and thinking of our Lady.”
“Oh yes I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on choosing that one for our Lady’s maids.” Draco says dryly.
“Honestly I thought she was smarter than she is. I thought she would aim for one of his inner circle or even you.” I tell him regretfully. “But we’ll be rid of her soon enough, and I’m going to purpose Astoria at the end of this year.”
“The choice won’t bring our Lady any more power than she has now. Daphne you have to look at the powerful families of the Empire. Later for your sister.” He pushes as we get to my door. Millicent as already found her room so I open the door and let Draco into mine.
“So who would you suggest?” I ask as I move to my bathroom to start a bath for the two of us.
“How about one of the Patils, or there’s always Pansy.” He called from the next room.
“Maybe a Patil, but there’s no way the Lady would agree to Pansy even if I wanted her.”
“True.” He agrees stepping into the bathroom. “I should head back to my room.” He says and I can feel his eyes on my back. “To get cleaned up.”
“You could clean up here, with me.” I tell him turning to face him almost feeling shy.
“Is that a good idea?” He asks with a frown.
I smile at him sadly and nod. “What good would it do to bath alone?” I point out.
He sighs and moves in front of me unhooking the shoulders of my dress. “We need to start seriously looking for a husband for you.” He says looking into my eyes.
“I can’t serve as a maid if I have a husband. We need to wait until she’s allowed a complete household. What we need to find is a wife for you.” I point out letting the dress fall and working on the buttons of his robes.
“Blaise has a cousin he wants me to meet at his wedding. Italian noble wouldn’t be a bad choice.”
“Not at all.” I agree as we slowly continue to disrobe each other.
“But we should still decide who you’ll set your sights on?” He presses. “You can’t stay a maid forever.”
“How high should I look do you think?” I ask running a hand over his now bare chest. His body is lean and hard to my touch.
“I’m thinking inner circle.” He says brushing light fingers over my cheek and neck.
When we finally climb into the tub I kneel in front of him, so I can wash the blood from him myself.
“Inner circle?” I ask with a slight frown. “Who’s unmarried?”
“Rookwood, Dolohov, and the second Lestrange… Rabastan.” He says ticking them off on his fingers.
“Who would you suggest?” I ask not having grown up in a Death Eater family, I don’t know the men nearly as well as Draco.
“Haven’t seen Rookwood around lately and there are rumors about him liking to cut little girls.” He says making a face.
“No.” I say shaking my head with a sneer of my own.
“Both Rabastan and Antonin are fine choices. Neither seems particularly cruel and they were both royal through the dark times.”
“Which one is smarter?” I ask as he takes the cloth from me to start cleaning off my skin.
“Rabastan I think. He always has something happening on the side, where Antonin only does what’s best for our Lord.” He says but gets a playful look in his eyes as the cloth brushes over my nude breasts.
The conversation stops as we lose ourselves in each other’s bodies. I make love to a man for the first time in my life. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. There’s the passion and the heat of having a skilled lover, but every movement means more, penetrates deeper.
“Daphne” Draco moans and I know he’s feeling the same things I’m.
“Draco” I gasp looking into his eyes as I reach a brilliant peak. All the while looking into his eyes, and being only with him.
Ginny-
I wake to the feel of a soft finger running down the back of my skin, just above where the collar sits on my neck. It feels nice for a moment before I shift and my back flares in pain.
“You’re beautiful like this.” Tom says thoughtfully. “Like a piece of art.”
I expected to feel frightened when I saw him again. I expected to feel as if I was in danger or a victim. But that isn’t how I feel at all. I sort of feel at peace with the pain and comforted to have him near now.
“I don’t like that you sent me away.” I find myself saying before I can think better of it.
“Really?” He asks interestedly as he sits on the bed next to me, his fingers continuing to trace the collar around the back of my neck.
“It was the worst of thing you did to me.” I tell him honestly.
“Sending you away was worse than giving you these?” He asks as he lets his fingers trace over my back, sending spikes of pain that make me flinch.
“Yes.” I gasp feeling breathless suddenly. “After, I felt weak and I needed you.” I tell him against my better judgement. Admitting weakness to him seems wrong, but at the same time, I can’t think of any other way to describe it.
“It’s common for those in your position to wish for comfort from their Masters after tasting the whip.” He says after a long pause.
“Those in my position?” I ask confused by what he means.
“Those who like to offer their pain willingly to their Masters.” He says and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“People who like pain you mean?” I ask with a frown as I try to look back at him. “The only pleasure I got from last night was what your forced on me.” I say to make things clear.
“That may be true.” He said still smiling down at me. “But there’s something freeing about giving into the whip of your own free will. And I plan to train you to enjoy every lash.”
I frown at that before resting my head back on the pillow. “Why are you here?” I ask hearing the hardness in my own voice.
He only chuckles as if I’m being cute then leans down to kiss the spot just under my collar. “To make sure the imbeciles you’ve surrounded yourself with took proper care of you last night.”
“Did my maid take proper care of you?” I ask bitterly, and I have no idea where the flare of anger came from.
He laughs again, this time much more amused than the first. “Oh yes, she’s a fine little strumpet. She was exactly what I needed after our exchange.”
His words sting more than they had before and I find myself trying to hold back tears. “Will you leave me alone now?”
“That really does upset you.” He says sounding surprised. “Are you falling in love with me little lioness?”
I lick my lips and shake my head. “No.” I say clearly and firmly. I know this is the truth. Over the last few days, I’ve to come to terms with it. Through it scares me more than anything has in my whole life; I know I have been in love with Tom for a very long time.
“No?” He asks curiously. “Then why so jealous?” He asks not seeming upset in the least.
“I’m not jealous.” I lie this time trying to pull further away from him.
“I’m sure you wish that was true.” He says in that arrogant knowing way that makes me kind of want to punch him in the face.
“I love Harry.” I say trying to hurt him in the same way he’s hurting me.
The room is silent for a long time. The storm that’s brewing inside of him leaves a thickness to the air, but I refuse to look.
“You love Harry Potter.” He says slowly but before I can respond, I find myself on my back. I scream as the welts and cuts burn against the sheets. “You love Harry Potter.” Tom repeats and I feel him moving over me. “I’ve taken everything from him; his mentor, his school, his body, and even you. You are mine, not his.” He says in a low dangerous hiss.
“You’re still fighting against him.” I choke out as I become more used to the searing of my back.
“Oh my pretty little lioness.” Tom almost coos above me. “We’re the only ones that know the battle I must endure with him still, but I’m the one winning. If he were a challenge at all I could never do this to you.”
I’m confused about what he means before a feel the tip of his wand against my pelvic bone. “Morsmordre in aeternum” He hisses lighting what seems like a fire on an area that was untouched the night before. The pain growing from the tip of the wand is like a sun against the candle of what he did to me the last night.
Still I felt the undercurrent of pleasure he forced on me to go hand and hand with this new kind of pain. I can’t help but scream as he keeps me pinned to the bed with sheer force of magic.
My entire world shrinks down to the extreme sensations and the man who’s forcing me to experience them. There’s no way for me to tell how long this sensation lasts, it feels like days, but when I come back to myself I hear people speaking over me.
“...believe he did it.” Daphne says and I wonder what she’s talking about. My body is still too tried to move, so I just lay there in a much lower level of pain than before.
“Do you think we should move her onto her stomach?” Tracey asks sounding actually concerned.
“It was sensitive after he did it to me, but…” Draco swallowed thickly. “I don’t think that was anything like what he just did to her.”
“Yours is only skin deep.” A light voice says and I can’t help but feel all the more confused. What was Luna doing in my room?
“What?” Draco asks as if only crazy just came from her lips.
“What happened?” I finally force myself to ask, wanting them to know I’m awake. I open my eyes and look up at three sets of wide eyes.
“Ginny!” Daphne finds her voice first. “How do you feel?” She asks chewing on her lip. “Should we move you onto your stomach again?”
I shake my head knowing having that weight on my pelvis will only make the pain worse. “Cushioning charm?” I ask them meekly, because it isn’t like my back feels like rainbows and sunshine either.
“Good idea.” Daphne says casting the spell that will lift me up on a small pocket of air.
“Sheet?” I ask and she quickly nods to get something clean for me. I look to Tracey and smile slightly. “Are you still sure you want to replace me?” I ask knowingly. She turns white as parchment and shakes her head slowly.
“He would never do that to me.” She says not exactly sounding sure.
“No I don’t think he would.” I assure her with a sigh. “You would never talk to him the way I do.” I add to make her feel safer.
When Daphne returns with the sheet, she helps me to cover up, being very gentle with whatever scar he just gave me. “Can you all stop staring at me and tell me why Luna is in my room.” I say remembering suddenly that I had a guest.
My dear blonde friend pushed past the crowd and sits on the bed next to me. “They’re just worried after what just happened.” She assures me in her distracted kind of way. “I’m here to make wedding plans.”
“Already? What time is it?” I ask frowning, as I look around still feeling tired and hoarse.
“Almost noon.” She says sighing down at me with worry in her eyes.
“Leave us. Daphne can return when I call for her, but I don’t need a crowd gawking at me.” I say seeing they’re still looking over Luna’s shoulder.
Once we’re, alone I smile tiredly up at my friend. “Can you believe I can get a group of Slytherins to move that fast?” I joke, but she only frowns now that we’re alone.
I shift under her gaze and turn my head to look at the wall.
“You shouldn’t have stepped in when you did.” She says finally taking my hand. “I can handle a little embarrassment. You didn’t need to take all of this for me.”
“He was looking for a reason, if I wouldn’t have lost it then things would have only gotten worse.” I tell her to wave her worry away. “And this isn’t for just you; there was a lot of back talk that went into what happened today.”
She frowns at this and nods slowly. “How does it feel now?” She asks looking down at my pelvic bone as if she can see the scar through the sheet.
“It’s a low humming pulse of pain.” I tell her with a sigh.
“I’ve never seen one so deep before.” She says sounding worried.
“I’m sure it will heal fine, he doesn’t like to permanently scar me.” I tell her wanting her not to worry.
She looks up at me and shakes her head. “Ginny it isn’t a scar…” She says as if I should clearly already know this. A chill goes through me as I quickly lift the sheet to look at what was once pale white skin. The Dark Mark now looks back at me in a blackish green. Spreading out from it covering most of my pelvis and upper thigh is a nasty purple, green and yellow bruise.
Quickly I cover it back up as I feel like I’m going to puke. Luna puts a cool hand on my cheek and it helps to calm my stomach a bit.
“I don’t understand.” I tell her and shallow a few times before trying to speak. “Do you think they always feel like that?”
“No.” Luna says shaking her head. “He had you screaming in here for an hour and a half while he pressed the spell deeper and deeper into you. I wouldn’t be surprised if your very bone was marked with it.”
I swallow hard and mill that over in my mind before shaking my head once again. “He’s such a child.” I say before quickly looking to her. “You can’t…”
“I won’t say anything.” Luna interrupts. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asks still sounding concerned.
“Not really, I’d rather talk about you. You’re marrying Zabini?” I ask with a frown.
“He’s not as bad as people think.” She says with a sad smile. “And I think he does love me in his way.” She says cheering up slightly. “He’s also very good in bed.”
I smile at how very pleased she looks with the comment.
“Have many to compare him to do you?” I ask teasingly.
“Only one.” She says looking shy all of the sudden. She bites her lower lip and looks back at me.
“Oh? And how was this other?” I ask liking the weightless talk between us.
“I don’t think you really want to know.” She says blushing more.
“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t tell me it was Draco?” I ask sitting up a little.
“No. No Draco and I never did anything like that.” She says looking around nervously before looking back to me. “I was with Ronald.” She says in a very soft voice.
I blink at her a few times as she turns beat red. “And he’s okay?” I ask then blush myself. “I mean he’s healthy, not what he’s like in bed.” I add quickly.
“As he can be while on the run.” She says taking my hand. “So how is your love life then?” She asks with a smile changing the subject away from Ron.
“Love life?” I ask with a slight frown. “You do know the Dark Lord owns me right?” I remind her.
“Yes, but besides the darkness planted there you seem to be in love.” She says looking at me with unfocused eyes.
I put my hands over my face and shake my face. “I love Harry.” I force out too afraid she can see right to my soul.
“I know, but he’s gone now.” She says worriedly.
“I don’t think he’s completely gone.” I say taking in a slow breath while dropping my hands. I decide to go on before I lose my nerve. “I’ve seen hints of him when I’m close to To… the Dark Lord.” My words are so rushed I almost use the wrong name.
“What kind of signs?” Luna asks looking around, but I can’t help but smile, as she of course would believe me.
“Sometimes when his guard is down, he speaks to me in such gentle ways and his eyes turn green.” I say sounding silly even saying it.
She frowns as if lost in her own thoughts. “Red and Green war out of sight… Out... of... sight…” She says making no sense to me. “Ginny.” She starts, looking around again before she focuses completely on me. “This is very serious, have you been intimate with the Dark Lord?”
Luna-
At the mention of the love in her colors she covers her face and shakes her head as if she’s about to cry. “I love Harry.” She says with a trembling voice.
“I know, but he’s gone now.” I tell her as kindly as I can. The love in her seems much more current than she could have for the dead. I don’t see sadness, only confusion.
“I don’t think he’s completely gone.” She says as she takes in a steadying breath. When she drops her hands, she looks back up at me. “I’ve seen hints of him when I’m close to to… the Dark Lord.”
“What kind of signs?” Luna asks looking around to make sure there isn’t anyone trying to hide nearby. It feels weird to be so open in a prison like this.
“Sometimes when his guard is down, he speaks to me in such gentle ways and his eyes turn green.” She tells me sounding as if she isn’t even sure she believes it.
I frown as her words trigger a memory. “Red and Green war out of sight… Out... of... sight…” I say thinking about my first prophecy. “Ginny.” I start not sure, if I should dare to hope I look around again just to be sure before giving her my complete attention. “This is very serious, have you been intimate with the Dark Lord?”
“You mean sex?” She asks chewing on her lip nervously.
“Yes, I mean sex.” I say looking at the confusion only grow around her as she nods very slightly. “Were you ever pregnant with his child?” I ask wishing I could find a better way to ask these things.
“No.” She says shaking her head with a frown. “What’s this about Luna?”
“There’s a prophecy I know. It could be about Harry.” I say with a frown.
“What is it?” She asks eagerly now she too looks around for intruders.
“Red and Green war out of sight. Before the Lion can step out of darkness. Three signs will herald the battle. She will invite the snake into her bed. Reformed as a man the heir of snakes shall father a child who will never see the day of its birth. And hidden courage shall form the face the Dark Lord fears.” I recite the words from memory as if they’re burned there.
She frowns as I watch her go over the words in her head. “I invited him in exchange for my brother’s family.” She admitted looking to her knees. “I know he has also fathered a child. I won’t tell you who, but it wasn’t me and he made the girl end the pregnancy. But there’s only one thing the Dark Lord fears and I don’t know how hidden courage could form its face.”
“What does the Dark Lord fear?” I ask trying to seem innocent in that one. I have an idea and it’s the exact reason I chose that face for my alter ego.
“Death of course.” She says with a shrug.
“There’s a vigilante that has taken on the mantle of Death. He’s working with the rebels, but I don’t know much about him.” I lie unable to trust even Ginny with that truth.
“I don’t get that sort of news here.” She says smiling and looking back up to me. “So you think Harry has a chance?” I ask but a sudden realization hits me that makes me sick all over again. “That he can force the Dark Lord from his body?”
“I don’t think he’ll win.” Luna says sounding hesitant. “The same person has recently made a second prophecy. It sounded like it was kind of a continuation of the first. The Dark Moon shows the way for the hero to be saved. What was stolen will be won by the Ancient Snake’s son. With the first battle over, the war will go on.”
“You think it’s about Harry’s body?” She asks looking into my eyes as if I’m her last hope.
“It could be, but I don’t think it means his death. What other hero could the Dark Moon be saving?”
“So maybe we can save his soul?” Ginny says looking more than relieved.
“If that’s what this is about. Prophecies are a funny business.” I warn her with a frown.
“Will you look into how to remove a soul form a body safely?” She asks taking my hand again. “I don’t have that kind of access here.”
“I’ll try.” I promise before looking to the door. “We should get to the work I was supposed to be here for before your maid gets suspicious.” I say turning back to her.
“Yes.” Ginny nods before calling Daphne back into the room.
Both Ginny and I let Daphne take the lead in the wedding plans. She spent several hours talking about head counts and color schemes and I don’t think I was the only one drifting off to sleep out of boredom.
Before I finally have to leave, we set up another meeting for a week and I wished my friend goodbye.
Getting home, I feel mentally and emotionally tired from all that I’d witnessed and admitted today. When I get into the main hall, I’m about to head up stairs when I see a light on in my office.
Frowning I head towards the light and find Blaise sitting behind my desk writing. He’s dressed for a night out on the town, though a bit messed as if he’s already been dancing. “Working at this hour?” I ask with a frown.
At the sound of my voice, he leans back in the chair and looks up to me. “Would you let me fuck you over this desk?” He asks in such a blunt way I realize he’s either drunk or high.
I sigh and shake my head. “I don’t think I’ve the energy for this right now Blaise.” I tell him as I see a great amount of jealousy still shrouding him.
“I think you’d look hot with Quibblers all around you, screaming my name.” He says as if he didn’t hear me. “Or maybe you’d scream his name.” He adds with a shrug like he doesn’t care.
“I don’t scream people’s names. I spout out prophecies when I climax, remember.” I say not thinking about how I hadn’t yet told him about the second one.
He frowns for a moment, as his brain needs time to catch up in his inebriated state. “Did you give him one?” He asks standing so fast he almost trips over the desk.
“Maybe I’ll tell you about it in the morning. When you’re sober.” I tell him coldly before turning to head up stairs.
“Luna... Luna don’t, please come back.” He asks and he sounds so pitiful. I sigh and turn back to face him.
He’s sitting back in the chair unable to find the balance to stand. “I don’t usually do this. I only fuck and drink and smoke to the fun of it. I was going to go out, I was going to fuck, and I was going to have fun. I was going to show you that no one pussy whips Blaise Zabini!” He’s yelling by the end of his little speech and all I can find to do it roll my eyes.
“I don’t understand what you’re going on about Blaise.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you.” He admits rubbing his face. “I mean I’ve gone out and I’ve danced and had fun, but when it gets to the point in the night I take them home and show them I’m the only man that they’ll ever want again. I just keep thinking they're not you. They aren’t smart enough or they aren’t quite pretty enough or they’re just so very normal. Then I find out you’ve been fucking that little…” His face turns sour and he obviously can’t find a word bad enough for Ron. “Well, it fucked with my head.”
I take in a slow breath and move to him. “Let’s find you a bed.”
“I want your bed Luna.” He says taking my hand and pulling me down onto his lap as soon as I’m within his reach. “I don’t want to sleep anywhere else for the rest of my life.”
“You’re drunk.” I remind him. “You’re going to feel very silly for saying all these things tonight.
“I’m pretty sure I won’t remember. But it doesn’t make it any less true.” He says resting his head on my shoulder.
“Daphne has already warned me against having any more sex until our marriage rite. There’s a special ritual the Dark Lord has chosen and it requires I stay chased until that day.” I tell him so he knows nothing can come if he does stay the night.
“Yeah, I got a letter about not defiling you from Draco. But we can still sleep together right?” He asks still sounding hopeful.
With a deep sigh, I nod. “It will be nice to have the company.” I tell him before I wiggle out of his lap. “Now let’s go up.” I tell him before helping him to his feet.
The next morning I snuggle against Blaise’s hard chest. He surrounds me and I can’t help but luxuriate in it for a few long moments.
“Hummm…” He murmurs in in a sleepy way. He shifts a little and pulls me into his arms more tightly before he suddenly sits up in the bed. “Shit!” He curses and he’s out of the bed before I can pull his warmth back against me.
“Your boss is forgiving, I’m sure she’ll understand.” I saw yawning before opening my own eyes.
“You don’t understand Luna; I’m supposed to keep my hands off, until the wedding. Draco is going to be pissed, the DARK LORD is going to be pissed I can’t keep my dick to myself for one night.” He’s pacing and looking around for his shoes.
“Blaise you’re pants are still on.” I point out with a yawn. “Nothing happened, we just snuggled.” I say kind of having fun with this.
He stops dead in his tracks and looks back at me in a disbelieving way. “I don’t snuggle.” He says firmly.
“People do a lot of things when their blackout drunk.” I say laying back down to get a bit more sleep in while I can.
Daphne-
“My Lord.” I say bowing as I enter the Dark Lord’s office. “You called for me?” I ask not exactly sure what he wishes to talk to me about. It’s been a few days since he laid his mark upon Ginny and we haven’t heard a word from him.
“How is your Lady?” He asks not looking up from papers on his desk as if he’s not as interested as he could be.
“Her wounds are healing without trouble.” I say carefully. I’m not exactly how much would be good for him to know.
“Are they causing her any more pain?” He asks stilling as he waits for my answer.
“She still moves with great care, but she doesn’t complain to me.” I answer and watch as a little smile crosses his lips.
“And her sleep?” He presses on going back to whatever reading he’d been doing.
“She’s still taking the potion each night so her sleep is dreamless.” I say then pause before I go on. “She wishes to go back to school.” I tell him carefully. “She thinks she’s ready.”
“Does she?” He asks with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “Fine. She may return to school in the morning. But you must follow the entire day. If she can’t handle it then it will be another week before she goes back.”
I frown at this but nod my head. “Thank you my Lord. Don’t you wish to see her yourself my Lord?” I ask knowing she’s actually missing him for some reason.
“No. The girl needs to learn that she desires my company. Her presence at the advisors meetings is also suspending until further notice.” He says with a knowing smile.
“Yes my Lord.” I say biting my tongue so I don’t say anything I would regret.
“I’ll be away from the castle for the next few weeks actually. If her condition changes at all you’ll let Lucius know.” The Dark Lord says before dismissing me with a wave of his hand.
“Yes my Lord.” I say bowing my head before backing out of his office and going back to check on Ginny.
As I open her door all three girl’s heads look toward me. Ginny is sitting up on the bed today with a textbook in her lap. Tracey is sitting as far from her as she comfortably can on the sofa while Milly sits in one of the armchairs with the best view of Ginny she can have.
“I’m just stopping in to see if you need anything.” I say as I enter the room. “I have another meeting at the Ministry in an hour.” I remind them as I step into the room.
“How did your meeting with the Dark Lord go?” She asks setting aside her book to give me her full attention.
“Mostly he was asking after your health my Lady,” I tell her with a slight smile. “He also says you may go back to classes in the morning, but you’ll be expected to make it through an entire school day or it will be another week’s delay before you may try again.”
She smiles at this nodding. “Anything to get out of this room.” She says with a sigh.
“He also wished for me to let you know that you’ll not be attending any new advisor’s meetings until further notice.”
“Did he have any messages for me?” Tracey butted in before Ginny could react.
“You didn’t come up even once.” I say rolling my eyes.
“Who are you meeting with at the Ministry?” Ginny asks to change the subject.
“Lord Dolohov.” I say trying not to smile too much. “He has some questions about our bill before it goes to vote this Friday.”
“How do you think it will go?” Ginny asks and I hear a huff from Tracey’s side of the room.
“You know all that isn’t woman’s business.” Tracey says suddenly. “You all would find a better time of husband searching if you dropped all that nonsense.”
I roll my eyes again and decide to just ignore her. “I think it should go well. Since the Dark Lord himself is backing our cause, I don’t see how anyone could go against it.”
“Good.” Ginny says nodding. “It has to get passed before they start those auctions you were telling me about.”
“That would be the best.” I say bowing my head with the same respect; I’d given the Dark Lord. “I should go get my things now; I’ll come back after the meeting to let you know.” I say and wait for Ginny to dismiss me before I head up to my room to gather the reports I’d compiled for the meeting today.
Out of all the inner circle Antonin Dolohov is the best suited for a husband for myself. The meeting about Ginny’s law is important, but I’m also glad of it because it will be the first time I can meet this man face to face.
I think maybe Draco said a few key things in the right ears in order to have Dolohov come to me. I don’t believe fate drops this good of an opportunity in one’s lap.
Not wishing to waste the opportunity no matter what I check myself to make sure I look stunning none of the less. I’ve let my hair down into shiny waving lines to frame my face. My deep blue robes are cut perfectly to show off my well-sculpted form without looking trashy. The four-inch heels complete the outfit, giving me a much more feminine silhouette than any of the dowdy women that work there.
With one last smile for the mirror, I decide to head all the way down to the main gate so I can Apparate over to the Ministry a bit early. Once there I check in with the same guard I always see and this time head towards Dolohov’s offices.
Lord Dolohov is an important man at the Ministry. His official title being Head of the Department of Law. There’s no more Minister of Magic, as the Dark Lord is the only leader our great empire needs, if the Department of Law is a parliament of sorts. They help to govern by organizing and passing new laws as well as striking down old ones we no longer need. As head of the department, he holds a lot of sway with the future of our nation.
“Miss Greengrass to see Lord Dolohov.” I tell a frazzled looking witch who’s seated at the desk outside his office.
“Please wait over there, the Lord is running a bit behind schedule today.” She says in a tone that makes me think he runs a bit behind every day.
After a few minutes of sitting outside and waiting, the voices from inside start to become higher in volume and aggression. Both Dolohov’s assistant and I start looking at the door expecting curses to fly any time.
I almost jump when the door burst open with a fat man making his way out. “I just don’t think I can vote for anything that blood traitor purposes!” The man almost yells as he exits the office.
Lord Dolohov walks out behind him with a much calmer manner. “The Dark Lord himself has spoken for the bill, and I’m not asking you to vote for it, all I require is that you read the thing.” He points out gently.
“That’s another thing! I don’t like the way this girl has turned our Lord’s head.” The man snaps gruffly. “You know I heard she spoke back to him at a public gathering!” He adds scandalized. “Where does she get the nerve? How is it she hasn’t learned respect for her betters after spending months lock away?”
With the man’s words, Dolohov glances around as if he’s looking for something when he eyes land on me. “Well if you’re really interested in such questions, her personal maid is behind you.” He says motioning to me.
I smile standing and brushing out my robes. “You’re speaking of my Lady?” I ask as if I’m just clued into their conversation now.
“How can any self-respecting pureblood serve that girl?” He asks sneering at me, though his disgust doesn’t stop him from letting his eyes run all the way down my form.
“I serve at the pleasure of the Dark Lord.” I say frowning slightly. “Would you not say that’s the greatest honor?” I ask curiously.
“So you don’t think your Lady has too much influence over our great and noble leader?” He asks suspiciously.
“I think if she had any influence over him in the way you’re suggesting, like our Lord is some kind of weak boy, she would not have almost bled to death the night she spoke back to him in public.” I tell him without emotion. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dolohov smile.
“You see Lord Granvent, now please take this and read it before Friday.” He says handing the man a stack of papers. “Just pretend the girl’s name isn’t on it at all.”
Once the man was heading down the hall Dolohov turns back to me and smiles. “Miss Greengrass, thank you for coming.” He says moving out of the way of his office door.
I can’t help but think he set it up so I’d meet that man and assure him our Lord was free of Ginny’s control. Which means he’s smarter than Draco gave him credit for.
“I’m glad to be as helpful to you as I can.” I tell him with my own smile as he closes the door.
“You’ve already been very helpful to my position.” He says with a smile making his way around his desk.
The room is large and covered with files in disorganized piles. I can’t really see any decorations or any kind of personal touch. I sit down across from him and sit as straight as I can so I don’t have to touch any of the piles.
“What exactly is your position in this matter?” I ask curiously, as he relaxes back into his chair.
“One next to the Dark Lord.” He says casually with a pleasant smile. “Every so often I have to cool a hot head off that doesn’t understand our great leader’s plan.” He explains pleasantly.
“I see, and how will you be voting on the bill?” I ask to move the conversation back in its direction.
“I only get a vote if there’s a deadlock in the council.” He says avoiding my question.
“So what did you need to know?” I ask keeping a pleasant smile on my lips.
“Really this meeting is to ask about the girl’s future plans.”
“Lady Weasley may not be people’s favorite person around here but she’s still a Lady to one of the old English lines and still holds the position of Emperor's Consort.” I say making him frown slightly. “Don’t call her ‘the girl’ to me again.”
“So you have real loyalty to our Lady Consort?” He asks seeming interested.
“Yes I do. She’s my Lady and I serve at her pleasure. Even if I would deny it to come for her gain.” I tell him bluntly.
Dolohov smirks sitting forward in his chair. “So why admit it to me?” He asks looking into my eyes.
“Because your position is next to the Dark Lord. I know I don’t have to play games. My loyalty to him is the only thing that outshines my loyalty to her.” I tell him making him smile all the more. “As for your question well that depends on the movement of the country. At the moment she has no further plans for bill proposition.”
“What are your future plans?” He asks sitting back again.
“Become head of my Lady’s household and marry a deserving man.” I tell him with a flirtatious smile. “And yours?”
He laughs again and licks his lips. “I’m looking for a wife to bare my children, but I just haven’t found the right sort yet.” He says sounding mournful.
“What exactly are you looking for?” I ask curious on why he’s having so much trouble.
“All I want is a goddess’s body and a sharp wit.” He says as a smile forms on his lips. “Know anyone like that?” He asks leadingly.

“Not off the top of my head.” I say without taking his bait.
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