The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Lux]

"I understand," Lux agreed after a long, searching pause. "Do-- don't ask this of my brother. Please. He won't... Please."

[GamesMaster]

Krem nods. "He is more like Mistress Coquette, hmm? I got the sense she wouldn't do something like that either."

[Lux]

But Lux shook his head. "No. He would do it if you asked. But in his heart, he would always believe himself a murderer for doing it."

[GamesMaster]

Krem makes a face. "I see. I wouldn't want him to suffer like that. He's a nice guy, your brother. You too."

[Lux]

"We have two innocent daughters that are far to clever and nosy to be anything less," Lux explained with a bit of humor in his words. And a decent amount of trust, to not hold to the pretense that the girls were somehow the daughters of Mistress Coquette and the bitch.

[GamesMaster]

Krem's expression softens. "They are wonderful girls. I wish...."

[Lux]

"They like you as well, Krem," Lux offered gently. "Secunda is far too shy to approach you, of course, but she's told Jessi how much she likes it when you, ahem, 'dance in the dirt circle.' It took some work for Nox to persuade her to wait a few years to get a 'shiny, shiny, chink-chink shirt' like you have. Though she wanted a chainmail dress instead..."

[GamesMaster]

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I wish I could get them out of here. I wish I could whisk you and them and your brother far away and protect you."

[Lux]

"You are a good man, Krem," Lux said with simple honesty. 

[GamesMaster]

"If only goodness paid out in gold."

[Lux]

"'fraid all I can offer are tea and baked goods."

[Nathaniel]

Tea and baked goods are had, but soon enough, Krem drifts back into sleep. Over the next forty-eight hours, however, he declines instead of getting any strength back. Soon he's refusing food and water, in too much pain to keep anything down. 

And so it is that when Varisia wakes up the next morning, Nathaniel is on his knees, prostate before her door, waiting for her. He's awake, of course. There's tension in his muscles, as he holds his lowly position and waits for his mistress to emerge. But he does not bar her door, nor does he attempt to speak first. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia almost walked past him without really noticing the handsome male. She had the morning free, mostly anyway, and had thus made plans to train a bit. She wasn't doing field work these days, true, but damned if she'd allow herself to grow soft. However... "I don't recall commanding you to present yourself this morning," she noted evenly, giving no sign of her temperament. 

[Nathaniel]

"This unworthy one sought to bring information to your attention, oh Mistress, that may affect the course of your day." Nathaniel doesn't move an inch, but he speaks loud enough she can hear him despite speaking to the floor. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"And you are the one to alleviate my ignorance?" Same tone but... Nathaniel might be simple in many ways, but he wasn't stupid.