Bashear rubbed his bleary eyes. He had promised to pour over the accounts of his mothers business and never liked to disappoint her. After all, his father did plenty enough of that to last a lifetime. This was his third time checking it and he was at his wits end. The missing money she had noted simply was not accounted for. It was as if it never existed but Bashear knew better. His mother excelled at keeping her money in proper order. More likely a receipt never made its way to her or someone was having a bit of fun at her expense. As if his fathers numerous affairs werent enough to shame her.
He slammed the quill down, frustrated. If a missing receipt was to be found, Bashear was sure it would be in his fathers study. Since the old man was out managing at the docks Bashear should have no problem rifling through his things to find it. Bashear stretched as he rose, grabbing his prized scimitar from its resting place. The sword belt slide easily in place around his waist. A few moments within his fathers study and if the receipts did not show, he would personally ask the lecherous man where they were located.
Bashear quietly hummed to himself as he lightly ran down the spiraling staircase. He stopped short when he heard giggling coming from his fathers study. His jaw clenched in anger. His father had stooped so low as have women waiting for his return home. Bashears mother might not have the strength to banish the harlots from her home but by the gods, Bashear would. Bursting through the door, his cold hard gaze fell upon his fathers latest conquest. Hatred flared to life when he recognized her as one his fathers dear friends wife.
She gasped openly at the sight of Bashear, frightened at the sight of the obviously angered man. She had just finished preening herself while she waited for Rusogeth, dripping a light perfume down the front of her bosom. He liked the smell and anything she could do to make him shower affections onto her the better. It was a perfect relationship in her mind. Her husband was too busy with his own business to give her the attention she deserved and Rusogeth never got enough from his own wife. Her husband was none the wiser and actually encouraged their budding friendship. What he didnt know wouldnt hurt him but Rusogeths son was another matter.
I didnt think anyone was home. Your father asked me to come over so we could discuss a deal my husband and your father are brokering. Refknar is so busy with his business, he simply does not have the time to parlay. Her smile was forced as well as her lilting laugh. Her nervousness was all too apparent to Bashear.
Is that how it is? Does your husband also know you conduct most of his business on your back, Ruby? Or is that just for the benefit of my father? Bashears hand instinctively went to his hilt. More than anything he wanted to rid this world of this miserable little tart. She was just another shining example of the debauchery that run rampant in this world. Too busy looking to please themselves instead of the ones they married.
How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Rubys temper flared.
Good thing my father is not here. I hear your speech is quite impaired when youre on your knees in the service of him. I wonder what your dear Refknar would think about your loving relationship with my father or should I say lust?
Ruby came forward and went to strike Bashear across the face. He caught her hand swiftly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. As enraged as she was, her body relaxed at his obvious advance. He withdrew from her with disgust.
Just as I thought. You taste just like a whore. Rubys eyes went wide and he wretched her arm behind her back, forcing her to the door of the estate. His fathers doorman Prerl, always ready when needed, quirked an eyebrow at Bashear.
Open the door, if you please. If you see this harlot come to the door, do not let her gain entrance. This place is too much of a harlots haven as it is. While my father is away, anything to due with his business shall go through me first.
More loyal to Bashears mother than father, the doorman only nodded once before opening the door to allow Bashear the room he needed to shove Ruby out. His sword slid from his sheath. She turned around, intent on reentering the house.
Unless you want me to mar that pretty little face of yours, do not come back. Bashear kept his sword leveled at her, moving it as she did.
You wouldnt dare!
I would just for the pleasure of telling your husband the reason behind it. Leave and never return. Ruby stood there for a moment longer, trying to hold up an arrogant front despite the sword inches from her face. She did not need to test the waters to know how good Rusogeths son was wielding it. Her own son had a visible reminder on his cheek from Bashear. A reminder that he only warns a person once. She huffed and turned on her heels, beating a hasty retreat.
Bashear loathed her more than any woman his father snuck in the house. Humans were heartless creatures, so consumed with their own wants they rarely saw past the needs of those around them. Days like this Bashear wished he wasnt one of them but he figured it was the lesser of two evils. Elves were self absorbed soulless beings that would fornicate with anything that moved. It was a standing joke on the island that even the rabbits learned to stop moving when an elf walked past. Perhaps his father had a bit of elvish blood in him.
Bashear shuddered at the reflection. Hed rather be his mothers bastard child than to be associated with the taint of the elves. He would have to mull this mornings events over. He delicately lifted a book off the shelf and left instructions with Prerl to allow no one but family in the home until his return. Without another thought, he headed for his favorite spot in the Merchant District. A wonderful fountain in the middle of the square. Here Bashear could collect his thoughts before confronting his father.
He slammed the quill down, frustrated. If a missing receipt was to be found, Bashear was sure it would be in his fathers study. Since the old man was out managing at the docks Bashear should have no problem rifling through his things to find it. Bashear stretched as he rose, grabbing his prized scimitar from its resting place. The sword belt slide easily in place around his waist. A few moments within his fathers study and if the receipts did not show, he would personally ask the lecherous man where they were located.
Bashear quietly hummed to himself as he lightly ran down the spiraling staircase. He stopped short when he heard giggling coming from his fathers study. His jaw clenched in anger. His father had stooped so low as have women waiting for his return home. Bashears mother might not have the strength to banish the harlots from her home but by the gods, Bashear would. Bursting through the door, his cold hard gaze fell upon his fathers latest conquest. Hatred flared to life when he recognized her as one his fathers dear friends wife.
She gasped openly at the sight of Bashear, frightened at the sight of the obviously angered man. She had just finished preening herself while she waited for Rusogeth, dripping a light perfume down the front of her bosom. He liked the smell and anything she could do to make him shower affections onto her the better. It was a perfect relationship in her mind. Her husband was too busy with his own business to give her the attention she deserved and Rusogeth never got enough from his own wife. Her husband was none the wiser and actually encouraged their budding friendship. What he didnt know wouldnt hurt him but Rusogeths son was another matter.
I didnt think anyone was home. Your father asked me to come over so we could discuss a deal my husband and your father are brokering. Refknar is so busy with his business, he simply does not have the time to parlay. Her smile was forced as well as her lilting laugh. Her nervousness was all too apparent to Bashear.
Is that how it is? Does your husband also know you conduct most of his business on your back, Ruby? Or is that just for the benefit of my father? Bashears hand instinctively went to his hilt. More than anything he wanted to rid this world of this miserable little tart. She was just another shining example of the debauchery that run rampant in this world. Too busy looking to please themselves instead of the ones they married.
How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Rubys temper flared.
Good thing my father is not here. I hear your speech is quite impaired when youre on your knees in the service of him. I wonder what your dear Refknar would think about your loving relationship with my father or should I say lust?
Ruby came forward and went to strike Bashear across the face. He caught her hand swiftly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. As enraged as she was, her body relaxed at his obvious advance. He withdrew from her with disgust.
Just as I thought. You taste just like a whore. Rubys eyes went wide and he wretched her arm behind her back, forcing her to the door of the estate. His fathers doorman Prerl, always ready when needed, quirked an eyebrow at Bashear.
Open the door, if you please. If you see this harlot come to the door, do not let her gain entrance. This place is too much of a harlots haven as it is. While my father is away, anything to due with his business shall go through me first.
More loyal to Bashears mother than father, the doorman only nodded once before opening the door to allow Bashear the room he needed to shove Ruby out. His sword slid from his sheath. She turned around, intent on reentering the house.
Unless you want me to mar that pretty little face of yours, do not come back. Bashear kept his sword leveled at her, moving it as she did.
You wouldnt dare!
I would just for the pleasure of telling your husband the reason behind it. Leave and never return. Ruby stood there for a moment longer, trying to hold up an arrogant front despite the sword inches from her face. She did not need to test the waters to know how good Rusogeths son was wielding it. Her own son had a visible reminder on his cheek from Bashear. A reminder that he only warns a person once. She huffed and turned on her heels, beating a hasty retreat.
Bashear loathed her more than any woman his father snuck in the house. Humans were heartless creatures, so consumed with their own wants they rarely saw past the needs of those around them. Days like this Bashear wished he wasnt one of them but he figured it was the lesser of two evils. Elves were self absorbed soulless beings that would fornicate with anything that moved. It was a standing joke on the island that even the rabbits learned to stop moving when an elf walked past. Perhaps his father had a bit of elvish blood in him.
Bashear shuddered at the reflection. Hed rather be his mothers bastard child than to be associated with the taint of the elves. He would have to mull this mornings events over. He delicately lifted a book off the shelf and left instructions with Prerl to allow no one but family in the home until his return. Without another thought, he headed for his favorite spot in the Merchant District. A wonderful fountain in the middle of the square. Here Bashear could collect his thoughts before confronting his father.
Santiago
Love, my friend, is a fool's game played by the young. Go searching for it? Nay, I've had enough daggers aiming for my heart to welcome something as deadly as that in.
Love, my friend, is a fool's game played by the young. Go searching for it? Nay, I've had enough daggers aiming for my heart to welcome something as deadly as that in.
