WatchingCloud
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Baran was surprised by Ranna's appearance in his chambers at the early hour. But, then again, she seemed to be nothing if not full of surprises. Keeping others on their toes was not a bad strategy. Many in her position would summon subordinates into her presence, usually in a large and imposing hall surrounded by guards and retinue, to create a sense of awe. Ranna needed no such things, instead catching him sprawled out naked and only half awake.
Ranna, after looking him over, turned halfway to give him a modicum of privacy while he dressed.
"I hope you are comfortable in your new Quarters, Baran. It was Baran, wasn't it?"
"Yes. And much better, my Grace, thanks." He figured he'd better reign in the quips and flippancy with her title. At least for now.
Once he was dressed, she gave him a once over and pursed her lips at seeing the condition of his face. She even apologized for Freeda's...enthusiasm. He nodded and followed as she and her guards led the way out onto the castle grounds and down toward the river.
After a long silence, walking through the dew damp grasses, Ranna said, "Freeda's informants have verified the information you gave me. They have also told us a little bit about you yourself, Lord Baran."
Baran looked up at that, surprised they'd been thorough enough to find that little nugget which few others knew about.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Premature?" There was humor in her voice. It suited her and put him at ease.
"Things change," he said. "Kings lose their crown."
The princess nodded and continued, laying out her ongoing uncertainty about his trustworthiness but a willingness to test him. That, unsurprisingly, involved him going back to Jardin to report his failure. As long as Baron Cordan didn't have any well-placed spies in Riverbrook, it would be an easy enough sell.
And then she dangled the big carrot - an offer of title, land, and money equal to what he'd been promised - if he could find out who was really behind the assassination plot against her and kill him. Cordan was the likely candidate and wouldn't be an easy target as the most powerful noble in Pratt. But Baran might have easier access to him or at least his castle. His personal assessment of the man was mixed - he'd been the top advisor to the now-deposed king, a man Baran generally respected, but was also partly complicit in that ousting. He didn't know Cordan personally, despite having been at the same functions several times, so that would make killing a bit easier, if there were such a thing.
What if the conspiracy went further? Several barons acting together? Would he be expected to kill them all? That might be too much - both from a practical and ethical standpoint. He wouldn't know until he dug further.
"It could work," he said after some consideration. "You said I'd claim to have a contact within your castle? Can I back that claim up?"
Ranna turned back toward the castle. Near the main gate stood Baran's second nemesis, Freeda. Of course it would be Ranna's spy chief.
It all came down to where Baran's loyalties lay and his gut instinct. What loyalty he had remaining in Pratt was somewhere in exile and the vows he'd made to the crown were moot given that there was no king any longer. Pratt was a dysfunctional mess whereas this princess Ranna was clearly a born leader and seemed likely to be the dominant voice in a unified kingdom if things proceeded as they appeared likely. He didn't know if she could back up her promise of title and land, but it seemed likely. Too many others had shared stories of her benevolence and loyalty to those who served her.
He followed Ranna's glance back at Teena. To think he'd pictured her as the sort of woman he'd have liked at his side when he became a lord. Suddenly, that brief flight of fancy didn't seem so far removed from reality. The princess had, apparently, figured out how to leverage him. He didn't like being used, but when objectives aligned...
"Very well, my Grace," he said. "I accept your terms."
Ranna smiled knowingly and looked pleased. She said they would begin work on details of the plan after lunch and that he was free until then. With that, she took her leave with William back to the castle, leaving Baran alone with Teena along the shores of the small river. As soon as the princess was out of sight, Teena grasped his hand and dragged him down the bank, practically skipping all the while.
"I knew you'd say yes," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. "I just knew it. You won't regret it. Princess Ranna is like no one else. And a lord! You'll be an amazing lord - with an estate and servants and a wife to bear you children."
She snaked her hand down his pants and firmly grasped his cock, not that she needed to clarify just who she thought might be an ideal candidate for such a position.
"I'm glad you approve, my lovely," he said, tugging up her skirts and cupping her bare ass. "Your opinion weighed heavily."
Teena smiled at that. "Well, good. Now let me show you my appreciation."
It turned out she was insatiably appreciative in a number of creative ways there on the riverbank in the cool morning air.
Ranna, after looking him over, turned halfway to give him a modicum of privacy while he dressed.
"I hope you are comfortable in your new Quarters, Baran. It was Baran, wasn't it?"
"Yes. And much better, my Grace, thanks." He figured he'd better reign in the quips and flippancy with her title. At least for now.
Once he was dressed, she gave him a once over and pursed her lips at seeing the condition of his face. She even apologized for Freeda's...enthusiasm. He nodded and followed as she and her guards led the way out onto the castle grounds and down toward the river.
After a long silence, walking through the dew damp grasses, Ranna said, "Freeda's informants have verified the information you gave me. They have also told us a little bit about you yourself, Lord Baran."
Baran looked up at that, surprised they'd been thorough enough to find that little nugget which few others knew about.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Premature?" There was humor in her voice. It suited her and put him at ease.
"Things change," he said. "Kings lose their crown."
The princess nodded and continued, laying out her ongoing uncertainty about his trustworthiness but a willingness to test him. That, unsurprisingly, involved him going back to Jardin to report his failure. As long as Baron Cordan didn't have any well-placed spies in Riverbrook, it would be an easy enough sell.
And then she dangled the big carrot - an offer of title, land, and money equal to what he'd been promised - if he could find out who was really behind the assassination plot against her and kill him. Cordan was the likely candidate and wouldn't be an easy target as the most powerful noble in Pratt. But Baran might have easier access to him or at least his castle. His personal assessment of the man was mixed - he'd been the top advisor to the now-deposed king, a man Baran generally respected, but was also partly complicit in that ousting. He didn't know Cordan personally, despite having been at the same functions several times, so that would make killing a bit easier, if there were such a thing.
What if the conspiracy went further? Several barons acting together? Would he be expected to kill them all? That might be too much - both from a practical and ethical standpoint. He wouldn't know until he dug further.
"It could work," he said after some consideration. "You said I'd claim to have a contact within your castle? Can I back that claim up?"
Ranna turned back toward the castle. Near the main gate stood Baran's second nemesis, Freeda. Of course it would be Ranna's spy chief.
It all came down to where Baran's loyalties lay and his gut instinct. What loyalty he had remaining in Pratt was somewhere in exile and the vows he'd made to the crown were moot given that there was no king any longer. Pratt was a dysfunctional mess whereas this princess Ranna was clearly a born leader and seemed likely to be the dominant voice in a unified kingdom if things proceeded as they appeared likely. He didn't know if she could back up her promise of title and land, but it seemed likely. Too many others had shared stories of her benevolence and loyalty to those who served her.
He followed Ranna's glance back at Teena. To think he'd pictured her as the sort of woman he'd have liked at his side when he became a lord. Suddenly, that brief flight of fancy didn't seem so far removed from reality. The princess had, apparently, figured out how to leverage him. He didn't like being used, but when objectives aligned...
"Very well, my Grace," he said. "I accept your terms."
Ranna smiled knowingly and looked pleased. She said they would begin work on details of the plan after lunch and that he was free until then. With that, she took her leave with William back to the castle, leaving Baran alone with Teena along the shores of the small river. As soon as the princess was out of sight, Teena grasped his hand and dragged him down the bank, practically skipping all the while.
"I knew you'd say yes," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. "I just knew it. You won't regret it. Princess Ranna is like no one else. And a lord! You'll be an amazing lord - with an estate and servants and a wife to bear you children."
She snaked her hand down his pants and firmly grasped his cock, not that she needed to clarify just who she thought might be an ideal candidate for such a position.
"I'm glad you approve, my lovely," he said, tugging up her skirts and cupping her bare ass. "Your opinion weighed heavily."
Teena smiled at that. "Well, good. Now let me show you my appreciation."
It turned out she was insatiably appreciative in a number of creative ways there on the riverbank in the cool morning air.