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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 made a happy, contented sound, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"That feels good...."

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He chuckled.

"I would hope that it doesn't feel bad."

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"I'm not used to such treatment outside of a salon..."

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"I think that is an absolute shame."

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She chuckled. "I'm starting to think so myself.'

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There was a rather wicked grin.

"I knew I would bring you around to my way of thinking."

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She arched an eyebrow at him, pulling back some.

"Oh?"

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His kissed her forhead. He kept it simple. He teased.

"Would you rather the massage stop?"

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"Oh, no. Please don't stop..." Lightly pleading, smiling up at him.

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His hands moved up to her shoulders and neck.

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She moaned softly, closing her eyes.

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Using the pads of his thumbs, he added pressue and gently began to ease the knots and tension away.

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She sighed slightly, blissfully.

"Mother Night...."

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He kissed the nape of her neck, kneading slowly down her back again.

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Another little sigh, shifting to give him better access.

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A change in direction was needed. Moving so that he was fully behind her back Rainier continued to massage each knot away, and then kiss the skin when he was done. Pressure, and then release. A kiss. And then again.

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She murmured softly, then glanced back at him, a playful look. She stretched out on her stomach, pillowing her head on her hands and nearly purred.

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"What was that," he asked jokingly, hands and lips continuing their dance. "I didn't quite hear."

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"You're going to make me melt..." She smiled back at him again.

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"You see," he grinned against her skin. "I needed to hear that."

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She gave him a half-quizzical look. "Did you?" Surely he knew the effect he had every time he touched her?

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"I did", he confirmed evenly. Mouth taking control of the situation, hands nearly forgotten now.

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She moaned a little at that, losing words, fingers curling in the sheets.

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He found the hollow of her back, and became extemely interesting in the skin there.

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Her toes curled and she whimpered a little breathlessly.