Ebele saw the procession of knights, lords, and lordlings as they came through the door as she had actually done sometimes in the past. It was once again the middle of the month, and yet once again, the king was dealing with a number of those in his court to a journey to "Madam Belle's". In the purple lighting of the lobby, she might see currently that this group was even larger than the king's previous.
She 'd discovered that the stool was an excellent vantage point with which to scan the males as they got in. With her skin offering away her origins from the Sunlands, she typically drew in clients with a taste for the "unique"; she 'd discovered early how to choose out those sorts of males.
In the Sunlands, her work was thought about honourable, and ladies like her were treated with respect. As ladies ended up being females - and if they particularly enjoyed their occupation - they might acquire positions of real impact.
She had actually heard scary stories from the other ladies about some of the king's more terrifying knights. Being associated so carefully with the king brought impunity in particular matters that there need to be no impunity for ...
Not an issue for concern, thankfully.
Ebele saw the procession surface filtering in. Like clockwork, no quicker had the procession completed, the king resolved his court in his signature flourishing voice, purchased a round of mead for his whole court, collected much of the women closest him, and continued off to the aptly-named "King's Room." Just after the king blended away with numerous women in tow did the true debauchery start.
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Scanning the space, she saw the ironically-named Lord Refrain sitting on a neighboring sofa dawdling a partially nude Olivia. Madelyn appeared to have a present for sexy dancing that Ebele did not - and it revealed.
An only guy was sitting at it consuming from his mead. Even from here, Ebele might inform that the male was deep in his desolate ideas.
As she approached, she might plainly see that the plain green tunic on the male offered him away as none other than Lord Belwyr - "The Deadsword". He had actually obviously been such a pitiful swordsman that the squires were making vicious bets on how numerous fights the young boy would endure. He 'd endured lots of fights that more-skilled swordsmen had not.
As she approached him, she hopped on to the stool nearby to Lord Belwyr and smiled. He was the sort of guy on whom a complete head of hair would have appeared out of location - his shaved head made him look more strong. His eyes ... his green eyes sparkled with deep intelligence, a much deeper compassion ... and even much deeper unhappiness.