Mr_DC
Been a while
„Who is coming to the ball?“ The Bandaged Governor murmured, looking over his glass of pale, gray liquid with a soft layer of dust floating an inch above the surface.
The Affable Spy returned the Governor's look with a friendly smile of her own. „The Ambassador is inviting a fresh batch of writers and poets from Veilgarden, hoping to raise them up in the world – the usual.“ She shrugged, looking down on the sheet of paper which seemed to have been folded several times before coming to her hands. A report from Sister Lydia on the ball. „A lot of important title holders confirmed their arrival.
Taking a sip of his dustwine, coughing once, the Governor cocked an eyebrow. „How so?“ He asked, getting a satisfied smirk from the Spy. „The Ambassador claimed you are arriving as well.“
The Bandaged Governor placed his glass on the carved, wood table in front of him and looked over his shoulder past the black curtains of his yacht. At London. The newest home of the Bazaar. There had to be at least two dozen eyes looking back at him at any moment. The yacht was never ignored. „Using my name to help the little ones.“ He commented dismissively. „We are invited, of course.“
„Of course.“ The Spy confirmed, placing the paper aside. Even if they weren't invited, the Governor could appear in any event and he would suddenly become the reason why everyone was there. It wasn't just because he was feared. Saying that the Governor had a way with people was an understatement. „Should I get ready for the ball?“ She offered, a hand on her hip and a dangerously seductive look on her face
„Send Lydia to Deluder.“ The Governor ordered, looking back at the Spy, and paused. „No. You go to him.“ He corrected the order. Sending Lydia to Deluder meant he wouldn't see either of them until it was too late. „Make him presentable. I need to push him up the ladder even more.“ Noticing the disappointed, almost resentful look on the Spy's face, the Governor flashed a confident smile. „Nothing personal, dear. You are simply capable enough to reach unimaginable heights from just observing me. Deluder needs more help.“ He flattered.
It was lies, of course. The Spy was by the Governor's side because she wanted to learn. She could be replaced within a day. The Deluder, on the other hand... It was the Governor's initiative to take the man under his wing. A promise from all those years ago.
„A DELIVERY FROM YOUR TAILOR.“ Boomed a voice from the doorway. His pirate-poet stood, holding the pile of dark fabric in her powerful clay hands. „MR WINES' LADIES ARRIVED.“ She added.
„Ah.“ The Governor smiled like it was a pleasant surprise he wasn't expecting. „Why don't you open up a few bottles to warm them up.“ He waved off the Spy. „The '79.“ He added with a serious tone. He wasn't worried the girls would drink a lot – as many of them as he ordered – but why would he waste good vintage on the likes of them?
When the Affable Spy exited the room, the Governor stood up and walked over to the pirate-poet, his movements that of a lurking cat. „Why don't you...“ The Governor passed his bandaged finger over the carved skin of the pirate-poet. „Get me warmed up.“ He grinned, the uneasy look on her clay face only encouraging him. „Come along.“ He almost sang, turning away and heading towards his bedroom.
There were so many reasons he preferred having fun with the pirate-poet than someone else. The simple fact that he could get an unfinished woman to do exactly what he wants like she was finished proved his power. If he could get her to be obedient – someone who didn't care for punishment if she disobeyed or had any long-term goals – meant that he was truly unstoppable.
But it wasn't just that. That was just the smaller part of the whole thing. What he truly enjoyed was the forbidden aspect of it. The scandal which would come down on him if the affair came out. It was so significant that he'd have to sail from London for at least a month if someone had proof. But no one had proof. No one would dare claim that the Bandaged Governor himself was taking pleasure in something so exotic. Not when he ordered batches of Wines' girls every other day.
The Affable Spy returned the Governor's look with a friendly smile of her own. „The Ambassador is inviting a fresh batch of writers and poets from Veilgarden, hoping to raise them up in the world – the usual.“ She shrugged, looking down on the sheet of paper which seemed to have been folded several times before coming to her hands. A report from Sister Lydia on the ball. „A lot of important title holders confirmed their arrival.
Taking a sip of his dustwine, coughing once, the Governor cocked an eyebrow. „How so?“ He asked, getting a satisfied smirk from the Spy. „The Ambassador claimed you are arriving as well.“
The Bandaged Governor placed his glass on the carved, wood table in front of him and looked over his shoulder past the black curtains of his yacht. At London. The newest home of the Bazaar. There had to be at least two dozen eyes looking back at him at any moment. The yacht was never ignored. „Using my name to help the little ones.“ He commented dismissively. „We are invited, of course.“
„Of course.“ The Spy confirmed, placing the paper aside. Even if they weren't invited, the Governor could appear in any event and he would suddenly become the reason why everyone was there. It wasn't just because he was feared. Saying that the Governor had a way with people was an understatement. „Should I get ready for the ball?“ She offered, a hand on her hip and a dangerously seductive look on her face
„Send Lydia to Deluder.“ The Governor ordered, looking back at the Spy, and paused. „No. You go to him.“ He corrected the order. Sending Lydia to Deluder meant he wouldn't see either of them until it was too late. „Make him presentable. I need to push him up the ladder even more.“ Noticing the disappointed, almost resentful look on the Spy's face, the Governor flashed a confident smile. „Nothing personal, dear. You are simply capable enough to reach unimaginable heights from just observing me. Deluder needs more help.“ He flattered.
It was lies, of course. The Spy was by the Governor's side because she wanted to learn. She could be replaced within a day. The Deluder, on the other hand... It was the Governor's initiative to take the man under his wing. A promise from all those years ago.
„A DELIVERY FROM YOUR TAILOR.“ Boomed a voice from the doorway. His pirate-poet stood, holding the pile of dark fabric in her powerful clay hands. „MR WINES' LADIES ARRIVED.“ She added.
„Ah.“ The Governor smiled like it was a pleasant surprise he wasn't expecting. „Why don't you open up a few bottles to warm them up.“ He waved off the Spy. „The '79.“ He added with a serious tone. He wasn't worried the girls would drink a lot – as many of them as he ordered – but why would he waste good vintage on the likes of them?
When the Affable Spy exited the room, the Governor stood up and walked over to the pirate-poet, his movements that of a lurking cat. „Why don't you...“ The Governor passed his bandaged finger over the carved skin of the pirate-poet. „Get me warmed up.“ He grinned, the uneasy look on her clay face only encouraging him. „Come along.“ He almost sang, turning away and heading towards his bedroom.
There were so many reasons he preferred having fun with the pirate-poet than someone else. The simple fact that he could get an unfinished woman to do exactly what he wants like she was finished proved his power. If he could get her to be obedient – someone who didn't care for punishment if she disobeyed or had any long-term goals – meant that he was truly unstoppable.
But it wasn't just that. That was just the smaller part of the whole thing. What he truly enjoyed was the forbidden aspect of it. The scandal which would come down on him if the affair came out. It was so significant that he'd have to sail from London for at least a month if someone had proof. But no one had proof. No one would dare claim that the Bandaged Governor himself was taking pleasure in something so exotic. Not when he ordered batches of Wines' girls every other day.