Ciri contemplates her next move

Ciri stared at her sword that still sat in the corner of her room.

The dull incessant voices of her advisors continued to ramble on, she responded in turn, with little thought telling them what they wanted to hear.

Raise taxes here, increase army patrols there, increase supply shipments to the armies in the north, and reduce them for the armies in the east. She nodded and agreed in turn, her mind elsewhere.

It would be easy to kill him. She doubted his guard would be much trouble, and would likely suspect nothing from her, she had killed men larger than him.

But the Oferi was not wrong. He was noble born and her father was very interested in an alliance with the distant kingdom. His **** would cause problems, problems she did not wish to deal with.

Ciri chewed on her bottom lip. It had been a day, she had ate and drank and taken three baths since last night and still she swore she could taste the flavor of his spiked wine on her lips, the taste of his cock on her tongue. She could still feel his hands pawing over her and his thick cock nestled tightly inside her body.

She stared at her sword in the corner. It would be easy.

A lantern to her left flickered and died as it ran empty of oil. It was replaced quickly but served as a reminder of the passing time. It was late, maybe later than Ahmets ultimatum.

“We’re done for the day,” she announced. Her advisors knew better than to protest and began gathering their things. Ciri stared at her sword, at least things weren’t boring anymore.

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Ciri stood at his door, unsure of her next move. Killing monsters had been easy Good, evil, it was simple. This was something else.

Then she heard it, shuffling from just past the door. Movement, then the door opened and a young girl quickly left, her face down, so rushed she barely noticed Ciri standing there. Ciri’s stomach turned and before she stop the girl she saw Ahmet, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“You were late,” he shrugged.

Ciri stepped forward letting her anger get the best of her, she would kill him.

The Oferi ambassador turned his back on her and left the entranceway of his chambers. Ciri followed, reaching behind her where she had hidden a dagger.

His mute guard was faster than he looked, he moved without hesitation, grabbing Ciri, one hand going to her hidden dagger, the other to her neck.

In one clean and swift motion, he picked her off the ground, spun them both away from Ahmet and slammed her into the wall.

Ciri gasped, her hands wrapping around his large hand that tightened around her neck. He let the dagger fall, it clanged on the ground.

Ahmet seemed unphased and leisurely made his way towards a glass of wine before sitting and turning his attention back to where Ciri had been pinned to the wall.

“I told you what would happen if you did not come back, what happened that that girl is your fault, not mine.”

Ciri glared at the Oferi, then turned her attention to his guard, he stared at her emotionlessly. He was stronger than her, by far. She watched as his forearm flexed, his grip tightening around her neck. His hold was strong enough to restrict her breathing, but not enough to cut off the blood of oxygen.

“So you’re here to kill me then?” Ahmet asked.

Ciri scowled at Ahmet then back at his guard. He was fast and strong, but he was leaving himself open. She could land a knee to his cock in one swift motion. He had also missed her second dagger that sat hidden strapped to her forearm, with little more than a flick of her wrist she could cut the tendons in his arm, he wouldn’t be holding on to anything then. And that was not to say about her magic, they had no idea what she was capable of.

“Let her go,” Ahmet said and the hand around her neck was immediately gone. The guard watched her carefully, still tense, ready to attack, but backed off.

“If she wishes to kill me, so be it.” Ahmet said and stood, he lifted his arms as if in surrender.

Ciri stood before him at an impasse.

“That’s what I thought,” he continued. “It was anger that drove you to act, you were angry because you care. It is the same reason you won’t do what needs to be done, Princess. My **** in your castle would cause war. So many more would suffer.”

The olive-skinned man stepped forward. “Isn’t that right, you didn’t come here to kill me did you?”