"He's a priest."

"He's a priest in the local clergy."

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "A priest? That does not sound like your type, Svetlana." Catherine's opinion of the clergy was a mixed one. On one hand the corruption within and the power they held made it necessary to interact with them. On the other hand she despised them for their archaic views regarding magic and the pervasiveness of that view among the people.

"Normally no, but he's so smart and his beliefs so fervent. So far I've only spoken to him via confessional, tempting him bit by bit through that meager screen between us. So far he has remained firm in his refusals, but I can feel myself getting to him little by little. His passion is..very arousing," Svetlana confessed. "Plus I've seen him bathing. There is a fine body under those robes."

"My, my," Catherine said with amusement. "You sound quite taken with him. Could it be you have found your first potential consort?"

Among Catherine and her children there was a distinct difference between a conquest and a consort. A conquest was a man or woman they wanted to dominate and use as they saw fit. A consort was someone they held in enough regard to consider as a potential partner to continue the family line. Consorts were treated with considerably more respect than conquests, but there was never any mistaking who the dominant partner in the relationship was.

"I don't know, but I like him considerably more than the average male," Svetlana admitted.

"Than I encourage you pursue him. Nothing is more satisfying than the submission of a man who is strong in both body and mind," Catherine spoke with intensity, her words conveying personal experience. "You will never feel more alive than when you sit astride a man, riding his cock as he gives himself mind, body, and soul completely to you." Catherine seemed to shiver in ecstasy for a brief moment as memories of those kinds of moments flashed through her mind, only inflaming her desire to possess Prince Casimir all the more.

"I can only imagine," Svetlana said, in awe of the fire in her mother's words.

"You will know soon," Catherine assured, no doubt in her voice as to her daughter's abilities. Damn, all that talk of conquest and domination were getting her hot. "Perhaps you should see him today? I have a feeling fate may smile on you."

While Svetlana didn't doubt her mother believed that, she could also glimpse the subtle inflection of her mother's words. She wished for Svetlana to go, but did not want to be so crass as to order it. "I think I should. Should you need me, I will return post-haste." Svetlana then disappeared in a burst of flame.

"Finally. Hmm, I wonder what I am in the mood for," Catherine mused to herself.