Head back to Madeleine's rooms.

"Perhaps we should head back to the castle?" Swain suggests to his lady. Madeleine nods her head in agreement. Clearly, seeing her aggressor has rattled her somewhat.

"Edward and I can take her." Kara remarks.

"Really? I-" Swain begins.

"Benjy, you go and see what they're doing." Madeleine suggests, still clinging to Kara. "I want you to guarantee they lock her inside, just how I designed it, hmmm?"

"Of course, Your Excellency." Swain bows. You suppose it'll give him plenty of time to pay off the soldiers who had to interact with Madeleine, too.

Once Hjordis is safely out of sight, you, Kara, Madeleine and Elodie, make for the castle once again.

-

“Anyone fancy another round?” Madeleine asks with a smile. Back in the comfort of her own privacy, far from her statuesque tormentor, it would seem the Red Princess is slowly returning to her usual self.

“I'm not sure, maybe you shouldn't be drinkin' too much, after all you've been through.” Kara advises.

“Honestly Kara, you can be as bad as Benjamin.” Madeleine scoffs. “Ellie, go fetch us some more ale, will you?”

“I never turn a drink.” you interject.

“Fine. One more.” Kara gives in.

“Brilliant!” Madeleine says. “Now, while we wait, I've got something for you, Kara.”

Tipsy and excited, Madeleine moves to her alchemical workstation, producing a small glass phial.

“What's this?” Kara asks, as Madeleine unstoppers it, pours a few drops of a sweet-smelling mixture onto a nearby cloth.

“Just smell it!” Madeleine urges her.

“Hang on, Haven't you been working on acidic weapons and the like-”

“It's perfume, Kara! Something I created, specially for you!” Madeleine explains. “Come, smell.”

A little warily, the warrior woman accepts the cloth, inhaling it.

“Spirits, that's familiar. Is that-”

Madeleine nods.

“The flowers you brought me? I thought I could use my alchemical tools to try to create a new composition for you.”

“Madeleine, I'm... Thank you. Smellin' this, it's like my maw is back wi' me.” Kara says, sniffing the cloth once more.

“If only it was that easy, bringing the ones we love back.” Madeleine says, her demeanour becoming more sober.

“Come here!” the Beathan cries. She throws her arms around Madeleine, pulling her close. It would seem they've become a lot closer over the last few days. “You're alright, Maddie. Really you are.”

The two women cling to each other for a moment or two more, before Madeleine's golden-haired servant re-enters the room, carrying a tray of ales.

“Enough sentimentality.” Madeleine decides, heading to the tray of drinks. “Like my father always tells me, it doesn't do to dwell on emotions.”

“There's a time and a place for it, you can't deny yourself that though.” Kara argues, dabbing at her eyes.

The three of you drink.

“Gettin' a taste for it?” Kara smiles, as she watches Madeleine greedily imbibing the alcoholic beverage.

“It's surprising, how much more palatable certain things can become... in the right company.” Madeleine demures.

“You've got that right, hen.” Kara shoots back a grin. The two women draw closer, bodies almost touching.

Madeleine cannot contain herself any longer. Setting her tankard down roughly, she seizes Kara's face in her hands and kisses the taller woman.

If Kara is in any way taken aback by Madeleine's advances, she quickly gets over it, passionately reciprocating her affection.

“Well Edward.” Madeleine remarks, glancing back at you. “I hope you don't mind my impertinence with your wife.”

“Oh, he doesn't.” Kara answers for you. “He's quite alright with it.”

Madeleine throws her arms around Kara, pulling the warrior woman close. As she does, one of her hands slips down, giving the Beathan's arse a playful squeeze.

Watching them both, watching Madeleine, watching her touch your woman in a way only you should be allowed to stirs something with you. You have to get involved.

You limp closer, joining their kiss. In the heat of the moment, ale perhaps getting the better of all of you, Madeleine's recent animosity towards you goes forgotten, at least enough for her to kiss you, to rub up against your cock, to sensually nip at your lip with her teeth.

“Take me to bed...” the Sinnabarrovian implores the two of you. Kara is as eager to comply as you are. She sweeps Madeleine off her feet, taking her towards the bedroom in a bridal carry.

“Ellie...” Madeleine begins, in a lustful haze. “Find Benjy... give the... three of us some fucking privacy, yes?”

“Of course, Your Excellency.” the blonde-haired hermaphrodite nods, quitting her mistress' quarters.