No. Another visitor.

“The Storm of the West,” Said Akina, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed. You shot up to attention, and Lady Vessa dropped the towels to take a defensive stance, “You know it’s usually me interrupting his bath time. I hope you’re not meaning to impede my work.”

Realizing that Vessa may not know who this is, and her defensive stance providing proof to your assumption, you spoke quickly, “Lady Vessa, this is-”

“I know who she is, Your Majesty.” She calmed your concern but it still looked as if she was ready to strike the beastfolk, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that this abomination has poisoned your mind as much as her victims.”

Seems they had a history.

“Flattery from an elf, how unexpected.” Akina seemed legitimately pleased.

“It wasn’t…” Through clenched teeth Vessa made sure she wasn’t misunderstood.

“And you, my precious colleague,” Akina ignored her denial, “That was an impressive light show you put on. But our king isn’t impressed by pretty lights and lectures. Just pussy and blood, and I provide him both.”

You could feel the lightning in the air. You hoped it was just your imagination and not Vessa getting ready to strike the feline with one of the bursts you witnessed the night before, “How did you get in Akina?”

“I already said I wasn’t telling. Even more so with this witch in my company.”

“Hmph,” Vessa smirked, “I happen to know His Majesty prefers more loyal subjects.”

“Oh, I’ve been faithful.” Akina crossed her arms and legs, “It’s Bryce who seems to fail in that department.”

“I’ve already told him how he should handle that situation.”

It was hard to remember everything that Lady Vessa had said while you were fantasizing about her fucking you, but it was along the lines of getting rid of Lady Victoria, who had used tactics to join the armies march east that Vessa did not approve of. Nor the reason for doing so. Given from what you did remember, Vessa was not happy with Lady Victoria as your potential wife, and she felt the same toward Clara.

“And I’m here to help with that ‘situation,’” retorted Akina, “So maybe you should leave before you interfere with his grand designs.”

There was a silence. An awkward one at that and you weren’t really sure how to continue without knowing more about the history between Vessa and Clara.

“…Very well,” Vessa conceded, “As short-lived as your kind are, you’ve proven to be a real thorn. I’d rather not stick around to see how you’ll further be a nuisance. With your permission, your majesty, I’ll take my leave.”

All you did was nod, and Vessa left at a speed that probably wasn’t necessary. The conversation didn’t start back up until the audible locking of the doors on the other side by the guards.

“Make sure you bathe well if you ever come to me after fucking her. Just the smell of her makes me sick.”

You were sure the same applied the other way around too. Both elf and beastfolk were more sensitive to smell than humans. Still, you couldn’t help but be disappointed that you couldn’t make a move on Vessa from this lack of privacy in your own room. It showed in your voice, “Did you have something for me, Akina?”

“Just that all the agents are in place for this ‘grand’ plan you have for Phebis, and that a lot is riding on you for the Victoria issue. Are you sure Magus will accept the proposal you have for him.”

“Do you have the forged document I requested?”

“Forged?” Akina said amused, “Using the leverage I have on him, I had Count Erwin write it himself. The handwriting and seal are legit. He won’t be happy with you upon your return though. That was always going to happen no matter which route you chose.”

“Then that’s half the battle…”

“But that won’t win the war. Nor does it answer my question…will Magus accept?”

You thought for a minute, Akina’s questioning look unchanging, “…We used to be on friendly terms, but his Mom has always had it in for me, so I’m not sure anymore. As critical as he was of my tenure so far, I could tell he was happy to see me. Always treated me like a younger brother.”

Akina got up from the edge of your bed finally and walked towards your bath before leaning over you with her arms crossed, “Past friendships and blood mean nothing to me, and the same for any that seek your crown! I need more than that! What else is there?”

“…”

“Think, Bryce!” Akina was being a little more demanding than you liked her to be, perhaps more obedience training was in order, “What else do you remember about him that can get him to accept?”

“My silver tongue will have to do.”

Akina scoffed and rolled her eyes as she stood up straight, “Let’s just hope that silver tongue has ammunition in store. But if all else fails; I can provide ample proof that he fucks his mother.”

You were speechless. How long has that been going on? The dominoes in your head fell into place and somehow it made some sense. Magus was never one to look at women, despite having a body that made them throw themselves at him. He was always surrounded by female frost-knights and courtiers that would suck him off if asked politely, and certainly if it was demanded of them. They all seemed to go unnoticed by him though. Just bitches in heat that thought they were worthy of him. Something he had told you once. Perhaps his restraint was something you could learn, but that would make things much less fun. So…he had a thing for the cunt he was born from?

“I would ask how you know, but…”

“I don’t like loose ends,” Akina completed for you, “It will work as long as it’s used right. Try not to make an enemy of the Frostpeaks, that has ended poorly for kings passed.”

“Noted.” you agreed. Already planning a dozen conversations that would help lead to the desired outcome, “With that knowledge, both the war with Lady Victoria and Countess Eria will be won. She is a beautiful girl though, maybe he’ll just accept.”

“Yeah, but his mom is much more than that.”

“Indeed. Tell me, Akina. Do you think Victoria will be pleased as Duchess of Frostpeaks?”

“No,” It was an immediate response, “But Magus has the blood of Ihterian kings. So at least sexually she’ll be satisfied. If he even uses her like the slut she is. It’s a big promotion from where she started, so she shouldn’t have any right to complain.”

“And Vessa-?”

“What about her?!” her tone soured again, “A thimble could satisfy a she-elf. If size was her concern she’d already be off with a half-giant or beastfolk. As if she’d ever put herself ‘so low.’ Perhaps my race’s primal way of love-making is what she needs to learn a lesson.”

You were only going to ask about Akina’s history with the elf, but decided that reaction meant it was not a good subject to bring up. There was another moment of silence that passed before Akina spoke again, “How long do you plan on soaking in the scents of that bath?”

“Honestly,” You stood up in your bath. The boner that you had been packing since you woke up had still not gone away and was wanting to release after your little elven fantasy, “I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

Akina stared, unimpressed at first, but then smiled, “I’m supposed to be one of the maids helping to serve dinner soon.”

“Then be a good maid and make it quick.”

Akina, using her sandpaper like tongue got to work on your delicious meat, and the much needed release was achieved before dinner. Akina, however, was well-fed before the dinner proceedings took place.