The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So? I didn't end her temporary form, she's fixable."

[NPCs]

"Your assault itself, yes, it's very fixable." Feythal pauses a moment. "Tell me... during all of this, can you name a time that Tenachka directly, personally, caused you non-trivial physical harm without your consent?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course not. She's too clever for that. But she gave the orders that caused me physical harm."

[NPCs]

"At one remove," Feythal confirms, nodding slightly. "Because her bindings, bindings that are engraved into her very being, as deep or deeper than the same sort of binding placed on your soul, forbid such. The price for breaking that kind of binding is... severe." Her smile thins, turning stern, even cruel. "And there is no exemption for self-defense."

[Coquette Blacquin]

So I was a fool the whole time. I could have won and left anytime I wished. "She had guards. I got lucky."

[NPCs]

"Lucky? I suppose so, yes, in that you share my blood," Feythal allows. "But even unable to injury you, Tenachka is powerful and has the weight of countless millenniums' of experience. That you were able to drive her to such desperation as to strike back is... admirable. And yet, thihs means I am without my servant for at least a full month. Likely two."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see. Then I shall lend you the use of one of mine."

[NPCs]

Feythal nods. "Excellent. Have Zevran arrive before nightfall then." And with that, she gestures for Coquette to leave, turning her attention towards some paperwork on her desk.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My husband is not a servant," she says coldly. "You may have the new girl. She is more well trained to your tastes."

[NPCs]

Feythal doesn't so much as look at Coquette.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She will be here in an hour." If she's the only one arguing, she won, right? She turns to go.

[NPCs]

As Coquette steps out of the office, there's a soft thud and a grunt behind her. A discreet glance shows...

Zevran, sitting in the chair she'd just left, looking very bewildered but not in pain. "You will be serving me to compensate me for your Mistress's actions. For the rest of the evening, familiarize yourself with my suite. If it is locked, it will kill you if you try to pick or force it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns, fire in her eyes. "I said no," she snarls. "I won't use him to compensate for my own failures."

[NPCs]

"I did not ask nor do I need your permission to pass judgement on you." Feythal has still not looked up, but the room has grown just a little darker, a little colder, a little... heavier. "But in credit to your defense of your own, I will tell you that I am not seeking his bedroom skills. As I have said; duty and legacy are all that remain."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Zevran? Are you willing to serve in this way?" she asks, pointedly.