Write about your father

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My father? He had no right to such a name. She denied it, and I never called him so. But all right, sugar. If that's what you want. Let's talk about the man who sired me.

Women rule in Terreille, and the whole concept of Protocol has been perverted. It used to be a balance. District Queens served Province Queens who served Territory Queens--the strongest and the best, chosen by the dark Jeweled Blood of the Territory. Males served the Queen their heart led them to. The Blood looked after the landen, and the land flourished and it was good. Caste, social standing and Jewel rank worked together, a triumvirate of power and position that kept our people always in a dance of power and protocol and in balance. The strong protected the weak.

Or so I have been told. It is not so, now. Males, even privileged ones, are no more than slaves. Frightened, weak males strip any weaker female of all her power and frightened females ring strong males before they can become a threat. A strong Queen could challenge and change this, but males bed them too young and they rise from their Virgin Night broken and useless. No threat to the SaDiablo reign.

Kartane SaDiablo. Only son of Dorothea SaDiablo, Red-Jeweled High Priestess of the Black Widow Coven and ruler of Hayll. Most of Terreille has fallen into Hayll's shadow, into Dorothea's shadow. She perverts everything she touches, and her son is no exception. Weak-willed, cowardly bastard, he took his ire out on the weak, the helpless. Darkness forbid that a Queen could rise, strong enough to challenge Dorothea's rule. Any such she saw broken, and her son soon became one of her favorite instruments.

He was a pretty boy, I've heard tell. A broken man when I finally saw him, caught in the web that Jaenelle wove around Briarwood, but a pretty boy. His mother thought so as well. He was naught more than a child when she took him to her bed to pleasure her. They say that sort of thing can break a man. He couldn't stop her, so he took it out on those weaker. Servant girls speared so viciously they had to send him away because the other men complained they couldn't use the girls. He hated whores. The gossip in the houses was that he could only rise to the occasion if he caused pain, and only the lower houses allowed the games he wanted to play. He was banned from houses before he found ways to just dominate the young girls without marking the goods. But houses had rules, and he didn't have absolute power.

So he took to playing his mother's game. Find a witch, young, still a girl. Spear her, hard and vicious. Break her web of power and drive her beyond herself. He'd keep them sometimes. Make them play his game until he seeded them. Sometimes they aborted spontaneously. Sometimes he gave them a brew to drink. When the child was gone, he tossed them out to go back to their families or a Red Moon House or the gutter.

My mother escaped his depraved games. She'd worn the Green when he broke her past herself. She couldn't use more than basic Craft when he was done the first night. She escaped and she whored for her keep so Kartane couldn't find her and destroy the child she gave birth to. His child.

Me.

His mother's pawn found her while I was at school. Slit her throat. I ran, so they wouldn't find me.

And then I trained. I killed. Planned men's deaths carefully and cruelly and sent them to it.

Dress rehearsal, sugar. For the right place. The right time. For my meeting with my father.

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She smiled, dipping her head to run her tongue up the side of his neck.

"Creative."

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He chuckled.

"Why don't I doubt this will take a while?"

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She chuckled as well, nibbling on his ear.

"Because you are wise beyond your years."

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He grinned again, just as wicked, and drew Surreal up close.

"Just don't let that on to anyone else."

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She wriggled against him again.

"Don't worry, sugar. I'm not letting that get out to anyone else. I wouldn't want to have to hurt anyone."

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He kissed her now, nipping at her lip with a laugh.

"Defending my honor now, are we?"

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She kissed him back, hard. Possesive.

Defending her territory was more like it.

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So hard his head knocked against the bed, not that he minded. He slowed the kiss a bit, tugging almost lazily at her tongue with his own.

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She moaned slightly at the teasing lightness of his kiss. Fingers in his hair, tight, holding him while she kissed him.

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He shifted slightly where she was pressed into him. "I'm much better at this when I can move." His own hands threaded through her hair.

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She lifted her head, smiling down at him.

"Oh?"

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He just nodded.

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She rocked against him, then raised up, slid back a little.

"Show me?"

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In a single swift movement her jerked up, emboldened by the shield on her arm. They pitched forward, and he rolled her onto her back. Effectively pinning her underneath her. His mouth trailed lazy kisses towards one breast.

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She laughed in delighted surprise, rolling back with him, fingers through his hair, then trailing back down his back as far as she could reach.

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He tugged at her lightly with tongue and teeth, as he felt her laugh against his cheek. Moved back up to kiss her again.

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She kissed him back, winding a leg around his waist, stroking over his skin.

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"Much better when we both move then."

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She laughed again. "Perhaps...." Lips trailing to his shoulder, she nipped along his collar bone.

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"Perhaps this is where I should ask you again." His voice and breath teased along her cheek, and her ear. "What would you like to do with the day, my dear?"

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"This..." Her tongue flicked over his pulse point. "Then maybe some food. Then this...." She nibbled on his ear. "Again."

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One hand found her waist, and the other traced the leg that was so firmly wrapped around him. Gentle, teasing fingers. Warm pressure, moving up.

"I should let you plan our days more often."

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She smiled, though her eyes darkened and then were wary for just a moment at the 'our,' more from her own pleased reaction than his using the word.

She arched into his fingers, then kissed him again.

"Perhaps you should...."

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"...not let you leave this bed?"

He returned her kiss, planning out the next few hours in his head.

"I'm inclined to agree."

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Surreal smiled against his lips. "And just how do you intend to keep me here?" She arched up against him, rubbing against him.