He found the center of her heat and wetness and shoved in. His cock did the talking as he told her of the irritation and stresses of his day. She turned her head instinctively and opened her eyes. She reached a hand up and over from under her and guided him for a kiss. His cock jumped within her and hardened as their lips met. She kept him from pulling away as she continued and he gasped into her mouth as he thrust in hard gushing into her.
The goddess perked up suddenly from its corner with a celebration of feminine fertility. Sex with Marcos for Kaarthen, was always mind bending and a rewarding reaffirmation of the goddess within her. She immensely enjoyed her worship sessions in this manner.
Marcos reveled in being close to her and separated from those outside, and didn’t seem interested in leaving despite the fact it was still quite early. Kaarthen understood the sentiments he tried to share during sex. She was surprised at the level of dark cold energies of death the prince inspired in those who surrounded him. Marcos, despite his irritation, was only a sliver of that attention. Ein had an order of magnitude more of antipathy towards her charge. Ein’s feelings however, were dwarfed by Princess Ruegin’s cold calculating hate.
She spoke into the pillow as he lay atop her. “The Goddess is greatly pleased with us Marcos. We must settle the business in the west quickly for my child to be born by spring.” She kissed him and patted him.
“If we can make an easy pass that would be the ideal. Sellis may or may not be aware of the beast they are creating. If someone in the guild is actively planning to usurp control, or if in their arrogance the nobles and royalty don’t believe us then we may have troubles.” Said Marcos, as they looked face to face for a moment. “I will have cavalry and several of our heavy infantry units in Leethon. It will take them two weeks to follow. Sellis is known for cavalry and they fight mounted similar styled armies in that region. I won’t be able to win with just a cavalry detachment. I may likely have to ship the heavy assault infantry corps from Pessilberg around the west and up to make landing.” Marcos said and finally rolled off her onto his back.
“You would do all that?” She asked rolling over and lying back onto him
“Yes, similar plans are put forth if the King ever visits other capitals on rare occasions. I do believe however that we’ll be quite capable of defending ourselves and our intentions while we’re there.” He side idly running his hands over her body.
A soft tap roused them and Marcos cursed and rolled for the door. He opened it enough to intentionally show his state of undress as an unmoved grey maid handed him a note and departed.
Grumbling he dressed. “I must be present at the courts, several of today’s swindlers and cheats have a hearing”
Kaarthen turned to him. “I see. Will you take the prince?”
“Yes, why?” Marcos said shuffling on pants, blouse, swords, and his robe.
“Perhaps Rinis should take a turn watching him.” Marcos raised a brow. “Ein seems to think violence against him is not worth deterrence. Perhaps some time for her to cool would be best.”
“Sounds fair. Not professional, but then most people don’t actively work against their bodyguard and Ein isn’t trained to be a wet nurse.” Marcos said chuckled ruefully.
Outside, Marcos told Ein of the changes and collected Rinis and the prince. The municipal complexes they bordered were easy walking distance. The prince however still balked when the Manor’s door opened revealing the sunny street and not a waiting carriage.
“We can’t walk! What is this? Menthino had a carriage for us earlier!” He said looking around for the tardy carriage. “We are forgetting our…my station as prince, walking separates us from them.” He said pointing at the same impassive grey maid who stood at the door.
Marcos tugged him through the door and Rinis followed with perhaps a tiny grin. The walk was not worth two minutes of unabridged lectures, pleas, and curses. Marcos wondered for the innumerable time just how a sickly boy could talk for two minutes straight till he was red in the face about his health, the injustices of the day, and the inequality of the literally pedestrian means forced on him. He resolved to get a trust worthy physician to make a look and get this settled.
The tirade sputtered out as they walked into the door of the Customs Courthouse. The city had its own court but offenses of bilking the Crown were served by the Crown. They got directions, turned after consulting the reception clerk, and walked down a hallway to the right. They stepped into an office that held an older officer, Princess Ruegin, and her Hjordis who stood off to the side. They both rose as he entered, not for propriety, but to make entreaties of opinion.
The princess started first. “Four men were caught today. One had some small stones in one of his bags of pears. Two others had large obvious rocks in their sacks of poms and the bags were tied so they had to be cut open to be weighed. Another man tried to repeatedly pass off several sacks of rocks onto different check stands. In my opinion all are subject to punishment under equal law.” She said waving signed and sealed papers for him. “The court officer is respectfully proposing to execute the family man and his pebbles, or give him a lighter sentence. Something about socially just. I on the other hand, want him forgiven at the Harvest ceremony when they let out the pardoned before the execution.”
Marcos smiled inwardly and turned to the pouting prince behind him. “Did you catch all that?”
“Thieves and liars, send them to hang.” The prince said thoughtlessly. He was as predictable as rain Marcos thought.
The princess protested. “This is highly irregular, he is not within means, or title for passing judgment.”
“Well it’s advice I count highly, and I can judge freely upon his statements.” Marcos said dismissively and turned to the boy.
The princess blinked at him. She knew Marcos too well to take situations at face value. She knew if Marcos got the prince involved then Prince Monto was the target. Quickly she understood what she needed to do the prince himself had said it.
“Prince Carthin, the law states in capital punishment the executor is chosen by the agent or office that has jurisdiction.” She said turning quickly onto the presiding officer who paled. “Would you pick the noble who can execute under clear conscience please?”
The Officer stiffened for a moment, and Princess Ruegin’s hand twitched slightly. They stared at each other and unspoken words were passed.
“I will freely choose the nominated executor as the duties of my office are entitled.” He stated clearly with flat formality.
Princess Ruegin relaxed slightly and turned to the prince with a faint grin. “Prince Carthin,” she said exaggerating the name. “The facts are as previously stated. Will you state, for the required annotation, the judgment for the four?”
“Hang them, what’s with all this?” He said, not even vaguely understanding his error. With two words, he dug himself deeper into an embarrassment.