"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC


The Office of  Sir Morrow:

"Thank you, m'lord," Clara told Morrow with a devilish smirk on her face. "You were great."

"You weren't bed yourself, Clara," he returned. Morrow's heart was still running a bit fast. He smiled, thinking I remembered her name this time. That hadn't always been the case for him.

"I hope to do that often," she continued, "now that I am working up here in your office with you."

Morrow smiled even wider. He knew that she was testing his honesty. He was finished dressing and turned to walk around the desk he'd just fucked her over. He only replied, "Yes. Yes."

"What exactly will I be doing up here, m'lord," she pushed onward. She claimed she could read and write.

He finally confirmed her employment with him, saying, "Mostly, you will be acting as a go between. At times, I will need someone to deliver messages for me. Beyond the castle and even the city walls. Do you know how to ride a horse?"

He listened to Clara's answer. If it was a negative one, Morrow would tell he that he'd teach her.

"For now," he continued, "go let your missus know that you have been employed else where."

Morrow knew that a servant in any castle just simple quit their assigned position within it without the permission of their boss. He told Clara, "Tell her you have been hired by one of the Queen's own. Go home. Clean up."

Morrow pulled a trio of silver coins from a pocket. He tossed them onto the table. "If you do not already own one, buy yourself a nice dress for work here in the office. Also, you will need something you can ride in."

Morrow remembered what she had just let him do to her. He knew he didn't need to pay her for the fuck. The job was her payment.

Still, Morrow pulled out two more coins. Tossing them onto the desk, he told Clara, "This is yours. Services rendered."

Then, with a hard tone, Morrow stressed, "You do not talk to anyone about what you do for me. Understand? Any one."

Morrow was done with Clara for the time being. He would dismiss her and return to perusing the papers of the office's previous occupant.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC

The Office of  Sir Morrow:

(OOC: Imagine the image of Luna without the crown and fox fur.)

Luna knocked on the door to Morrow's office, pausing for him to call for her entry or open the door himself. Once inside, she took a look around, musing, "It's smaller than I'd been told. If it's not enough..." She looked to Morrow for a reaction, if any. Returning to looking around without really looking around as she strolled slowly, Luna said, "I heard that you attended Commoner's Court today. Was it what you had expected? It seems that there were some -- particularly the Nobles -- who weren't ... happy with what happened there."

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC

The Office of  Sir Morrow:

"Enter!" Morrow called in response to the knock at his office door. He hadn't expected it to be Luna. He'd had a Guard tell the Queen that he'd be in his office, of course. But Morrow had expected Luna to send for him to come to her.

He stood from his chair, came around the desk, and bowed politely. It probably wasn't the super subordinate bow she was used to from her subjects. But Morrow hadn't dealt with Royals often. When he had, they'd typically been employing him to kill someone. In those cases, Morrow hadn't seen the need to show deep respect to them.

"My Queen, your visit was unexpected," he said. He cleared a chair of documents, gesturing her to it. "Please. Should I ring the kitchen for tea or anything."

More movement in the doorway caught Morrow's attention. He froze at the unexpected but very welcomed sight of Stella. He'd made a request of Luna for the young beauty to become a member of his household staff in the near future. Luna had to understand that Morrow's intention for the beauty was to have her in his bed, naked, on her hands and knees while he pummeled her pussy as he just had Clara.

"Please, come in," Morrow said, gesturing to another chair. He cleared it as well, not knowing whether it was proper for her to sit while in the presence of her Lady. Morrow had earlier located a bottle of wine earlier during his wandering through the office. It was still corked, and he considered offering it to the women. But even he knew that it wasn't the best if vintages, so he let it lie where it was.

He returned to his chair, studying Luna as he went. She had shed her crown and fur but still looked regal. And beautiful. And sexy. Despite having just emptied his balls into Clara and imagining doing the same to Stella, Morrow couldn't help but imagine fucking Luna as well. Queen or not, she was still a woman. A beautiful woman.

Morrow had no problems working for women. Particularly beautiful ones. He'd work for many of them in the past. Often, he'd been paid to kill their husbands. The wives had felt their lives would be better without them. Other times it was a father or an older, heir-apparent brother.

The reasons had rarely concerned Morrow. All he'd cared about was the coin they were putting into his pocket. Often, he'd had the opportunity to bed the grieving widow, sometimes before the widow actually was one.

"I heard that you attended Commoner's Court today," Luna said. "Was it what you had expected?"

"Yes," Morrow answered, adding, "and no."

She told him, "It seems that there were some -- particularly the Nobles -- who weren't ... happy with what happened there."

"Fuck'em," Morrow said without thinking. He feigned an embarrassed grimace looking between the women. He told her, "My apologies, My Queen."

He paused for more from Luna. When nothing came, Morrow informed her, "I've been working on our project. It is going to take me to the Barony of Orland. I'll be visiting the son of the Baron, actually. Paul."

Morrow explained how the current Baron was old and senile, and Paul was actually running things. He also spoke of the difficulty in successfully completing the project. "The Barony of Orland is only a day's ride from here, meaning we can take care of this in short order. The issue is our target. Paul rarely leaves the family Keep, which is well protected. If he does leave, it's to visit the hamlet on the estate. Even then, though, he travels with security. It is very unlikely that I could get close enough to Paul to do the job on my own. If I was to take a squad with me, to deal with the security, we would likely be detected and exposed before we could get to him."

He glanced to Stella a moment, smiling. He took in her beautiful shape while his mind worked. He looked back to Luna. "Paul is betrothed to the daughter of the Duke of Dorchen. The Duchy of Dorchen is flush with coin. The Barony of Orland is not.

"However, a vein of tin ore was recently discovered in the Barony of Orland," Morrow continued. He turned a map that was atop his desk for Luna's viewing. He tapped a fingertip to a black mark he'd made. "If Paul of Orland was to marry Reema of Dochen, her money and his ore could make them one of the wealthiest couples in the Republic of Yalla."

"Which makes his visits to the hamlet something to be held in secret," Morrow continued. "He visits women there. Paul informs the owner of the Inn when he intends to be there. And the owner ensures that there are at least two or three women there who would tickle Paul's fancy.

"If Paul's sexual exploits were uncovered," Morrow continued the detail, "it would be a financial disaster to Paul. The betrothal could be dissolved. The Duke could demand a much greater percentage of the future mine's profits. The Duke wouldn't let such a betrayal stand, regardless of the coin involved."

Morrow paused in case Luna had something to say or ask, then continued. "However, if we were to put our own woman in the Inn. And if that woman could catch Paul's eye. And if she could convince him to take a walk away from his security for something special, I might be able to get to him."

Again, Morrow gave Stella look, smirking knowingly.