Knighthood, 102

Rich people really did get all the perks in life, Edwin thought. Aside from all the obvious shit, they even got to have weddings on perfect spring days.

It was the first day of Remin and it wasn’t actually spring for another week, but it was warm and sunny and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue and everything looked very picturesque. Even though Edwin knew the streets had been cleaned and the dirty snow moved in preparation for the wedding, it still felt like the kind of thing that had just happened naturally rather than being bought.

The streets looked much nicer now that a lot of the people lined up to get into the First Church had been checked and let in. “Okay, thank you for your cooperation, your Majesty,” Edwin said.

Time Hangover

Russ saying “fuck this” was what woke Niall up, but if their horny swearing was enough to keep him awake, Niall would only be able to sleep on work nights. No, the things that kept him up were Russ’s foot on his face, the burning on the small of his back, and the crackling, spiraling migraine in his entire head.

“Fuck,” Niall agreed.

Pauper, 11

“Tell me what you want,” Niall said softly.

“I want…” the man in the chair hesitated, looking into Niall’s eyes.

“Be honest.”

“I want to fuck you.”

Niall smiled. He had his whip around the back of the man’s—his name was Angus—neck, holding him in place. “Good. Now, tell me what you deserve.

Angus quivered, his cock hard between him and Niall. “I…I deserve your scorn, your Majesty. Your anger. Your, your pity. I’m nothing, please. Just a pathetic, worthless little…”

“Shh…” Niall said, a finger to Angus’s lips. “I know exactly what you are, Ambassador. And if I’d wanted to listen to you waste words, we could have done that at the castle. And you’re wrong, which shouldn’t surprise you. You don’t deserve any of those things. You don’t even deserve my attention. You’re not worth my time.”

Pauper, 10

Russ took a breath. It was time.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Sally asked, beside them in the cramped secret tunnel.

Russ smiled, not that Sally could see them. “Of course I can. It’s easy.”

“It’s just…”

Russ took Sally’s hand. “It’s easy,” they promised. It was a simple plan, and Russ was no simple whore. They could do this. “Don’t worry about me, you just do your part and it’ll all work out, okay?”

“I just…I don’t know if…”

“Hey,” Russ said. Sally couldn’t freak out now. None of them could. They pulled Sally towards them, hugged them in the tunnel’s low blue light. “It’s going to be okay, promise. Niall’s plan is good.”

Pauper, 8

The hidden passage behind Niall’s mirror led to a series of narrow tunnels that had holes in them for spying into all the rooms in the castle. Russ should have known there was something like this in Castle Falv. There was something like it in the Lilac Garden, which Gil used sometimes if he was worried someone was going to hurt one of Russ’s friends. They wondered if anyone had been using these ones to spy during the last week—and what they’d overheard if they had.

They wondered if Nolan knew about them.