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Duet (2a/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-27 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)By the Eight, he hated working.
He’d spent a great day hunting with his new hounds, but when he’d come back to the Longhouse Nenya was waiting for him with those stupid letters and documents to sign. Way to ruin his mood completely, as if she couldn’t fake his signature or something.
«My Jarl?»
And here she was again, of course. Checking on him like she would have done with an infant. Maybe the time had come to find a new steward, a better one.
«What do you want? I’m busy, thanks to you.»
«I’m sorry, but the Dragonborn is here. She demands to see you, says she has important matters to discuss, your ears only. Should I tell her to come back tomorrow or…?»
So the Gods knew mercy, after all. Siddgeir pretended for a few moments to be unsure.
«No» he decided. «Tell her to come here.»
The Altmer woman frowned, didn’t move and shifted her weight uncomfortably. «Here?» she asked. «In your study and bedroom? Maybe it’s best if she waits for a formal private hearing. Helvard is upstairs eating his dinner, and you…»
«That’s enough. When last I looked Siddgeir, not Nenya, was Jarl of Falkreath. I said tell her to come here. Now.»
The steward opened her mouth to complain again, but then saw the deadly look on his face and simply nodded, slow and resigned. A second later she was gone and he was alone with his uncertain thoughts. He’d tasked Yvonne with a second assignment, something more delicate than just fetching mead this time, but it had been just two days earlier. He expected her to complete the job and be back in no less than four nights.
The man stood and the documents were already forgotten. When the Dragonborn finally arrived she found him pacing the room with his hands joined behind the back, his face stern and serious.
«Divines’ sake, this room is huge.» The woman didn’t even look at him, seeming more interested in the fine furniture of his quarters. She was wearing her ebony armor, no weapon in sight. «Where did you find this wardrobe? I’ll have to tell my Housecarl in Solitude to find something like that for Proudspire Manor.»
A part of Siddgeir was strangely nervous and didn’t know what to think, but he was a politician, after all. He knew how to hide it, and when he spoke it was with indifference.
«Tell me what I want to hear and I might consider paying the artisan myself» he simply stated.
Their gazes met, her eyes flickering in the candle light.
«And what do you want to hear, my Jarl? That those bandits have been taken care of?»
«That would be best, yes.»
«Then allow me to announce that I’ve killed the leader of Embershard Mine and most of his men myself, as you commanded. I don’t think the few who survived are going to cause you any problem, anyway. They’ve learned their lesson well.»
«Hah.» He grunted. «Teach them to stop paying me. I have to say it, Yvonne, I’m really impressed. You’ve done exactly what I told you, without mistakes or hesitation, even if this matter wasn’t completely… official.»
Her smile was warm and satisfied when she heard that, a spontaneous reaction on that otherwise unreadable pretty face. That was perfect. Just what he had hoped for.
«I like to please» she admitted playfully, «mostly powerful people, I admit it. People who can help me achieve what I want. And of course I’d like you to be particularly happy, my lord.»
Duet (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-27 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)«Of course. Shall I prove it?»
There was something different in her eyes now, something terribly teasing, and Siddgeir found himself moving a step towards her with a wicked grin.
«I warn you, Dragonborn, I am very difficult to please» he said slowly, with a dangerous voice. «I know how much you want to be Thane of my Hold, how much you want the little property you were discussing with my steward.» He paused for long moments, studying her reaction. She had none. «You’ve proven you’re worthy of both the title and the land, and I’ll gladly grant them to you. If you want to keep your status, though, once you are Thane you are mine. Dragon or not. Hero or not. You’ll answer to me, and you’ll continue to please me. And I assure you, it won’t be an easy task. Are you really up for it?»
Her face was a stone mask. For a brief second, only one, Siddgeir of Falkreath felt a shiver running down his spine, but then her smile softened again as if nothing had just happened.
«My Jarl» she started, her voice soft as velvet. «You’ll soon learn I love a challenge.»
His intentions were to threaten her, to have her scared, but that was so unexpected he felt his blood boiling in his veins. He remembered the way she had drunk the mead in front of him, looked at her and saw the same sultry smile on those curvy lips.
«We’ll see about that» he only menaged.
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Little disclaimer: A!A is guilty of hiding a little quote from The Lord of the Rings in this chapter. In her defense, it practically wrote itself!
OP!
(Anonymous) 2013-05-28 08:22 am (UTC)(link)I'm loving it! Yvonne is exactly what I was thinking about when I prompted this: smooth, clever and very capable of getting her own way!
Looking forward to more :)