Keerla decides to enlist Turid for help

Keerla quickly heads down the hall as the door shuts behind her, smiling deviously as she starts to put her plan into action. She continues down to Turid's chamber, checking to see if anyone is around before stepping inside.

"Guard I told you..." Turid snarls as he turns before noticing Keerla. "Well if it isn't the elven slut..." He scoffs, clenching his fists. "You are one bold cunt to step into my chamber unannounced..."

"I promise to make it worth your while..." She says with a smile.

"Oh? How's that? Prince John not enough for you...?" Scoffing he looks up her body before he adds, "Please... I don't like seconds..."

"Oh no you are quite beneath my tastes..." She snaps back before adding, "Besides... I have something of more value to you..."

"Oh yeah? What's that then....?" He replies picking up his dagger, "It better be good, because I don't like my time wasted."

Looking at the dagger, Keerla continues, “Sarah can be more use to the company than a simple hostage you know…”

“Yeah? Well how’s that then…?” Turid asks.

“Send her to see her brother John in the morning… a coupling between them could be quite… fruitful…” She adds.

“The fuck is wrong with you…? Why would I want that you sick little shit?” Turid asks gripping the knife. “You better not be toying with me…”

“Think about it Turid… a hostage… and a bearer of an heir of pure blood…” Keerla adds, sipping some wine. “Would make quite the bargaining chip for the company once he becomes King.”

Turid pauses, thinking about it before answering her. "A good idea... You do like coming up with little schemes don't you...?"

"I try..." She says naively, smiling at him.

He lunges at her, pushing her against the wall as he draws his dagger. “Listen here you little slut… you have no fucking idea what me or the Company has in store for Sarah and Prince John….”

“Let me go!” Keerla shouts, struggling in his grip. But Turid only holds her tighter.

“Look at me!" He shouts.

Keerla looks up at him with fear.

"We never met… you never saw Sarah… and if you go near me, Sarah, Claudia, or John again…” He points the dagger to her neck. “I’ll end your pathetic little life…”

“You... you need me…” She stammers.

“Oh yeah? With all the other sluts John fucked tonight I think I’d say we hedged our bets…” He says with a smile before adding, “All you nobility are alike, stuck up and think common men like me are stupid, your little toys to play with."

"I don't... I..." she stammers.

"Shut the fuck up slut! I didn't get to this position by being daft..." Pushing her aside, Turid snarls, "Now run along… I hope our meeting has reminded you of your place…”

Stepping through the door, she runs into a guard, his shocked expression fading to one of anger. “The fuck are you doing here…?”

“Never mind her! Get in here….” Turid shouts at the guard, motioning him inside.

"You off to take a piss...? To sample some of the fucking village cunt...?" He asks before slamming the door.

Keerla hears muffled shouts as Turid scolds him for leaving his post, scurrying down the hallway to her chamber. Her plan in shambles, she curses her stupid idea to use Turid before tossing her vase across the room.

"I hope you were successful...." A feminine voice from the shadows calls out, frightening Keerla.