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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*Do you see?*

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She nodded a little, fingers brushing over his cheek, then his lips.

*I see.*

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He smiled against her fingers.

*That is just the first time.*

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She smiled a little, tracing his lips with a fingertip.

*The first time?*

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"The first time we will both see that smile."

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She smiled, flushing a little in pleasure and leaned in to kiss him gently.

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His hand moved to tuck her chin up with affection. With --

And to kiss her deeper.

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She leaned into the kiss, into him, wrapping her arms tight around him and shifting back to his lap, to be in his warmth.

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Just as gently, he pulled them both back to the bed.

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She stretched out, half on top of him. Her hand cupped his cheek, kissing him deeply, exploring again.

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He wrapped both hands around her waist as he pulled her full on top of him, never breaking the kiss.

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She moaned a little into the kiss, one hand stroking down his chest.

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"Smile again," his mouth teased at hers. "Let me taste it this time."

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She smiled, slow but sure against his lips.

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"That's my girl."

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She flushed a little, inordinately pleased for some reason.

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He felt her flush, tongue tracing over the heated skin of her mouth. Her jaw. Her cheek. He decided to kiss her everywhere.

Everywhere was a goal he could definitely dedicate himself to.

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She moaned a little, nuzzling at his jaw, fingers stroking through his hair. Her other hand stroked down his chest tracing the muscles there.

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"Did you like it?"

He was now kissing just below her ear, breath warm.

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She shivered, hands reaching to steady themselves on his shoulders.

"Yes."

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His mouth continued its journey, reaching her shoulder. He was sure there had to be an inch of skin he hadn't kissed, here.

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She moaned, softly, letting her eyes close.

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Her arms. her hands. His teeth nipped at one finger briefly before he remembered his focus.

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She chuckled at the light bite, fingers tracing over his cheek, through his hair, watching him in awe as he lavished attention.

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He followed a path down her side, skin shamefully neglected until now. His lips just brushed one breast before finging a waist. The curve of a hip.