The Duchess shook her head. "If we ever find ourselves seated opposite to each ot'er, I swear to you: I will not break t'is vow. Even en
war
." She followed after the King. Eyeing his hands. His actions. Trying to read this man. She'd not expected him to exit so swiftly, but then, who would want to stay in such an ugly, drab excuse for a palace? For all her supposed love of wealth and finery, Ashley Gremoire surrounded herself with misery at every step. Dark. Dismal. Utter ruin. Even now, with the commotion outside, they could hear the howls of blood-addled creatures in the caves below, where her gruesome experiments took place. But she forgot that Jeoffrey was most at home in the slums. The dangerous back-alleys. The dusty cellars where men dealt in whispers of evil deeds yet to unfold. Oh, she forgot
much
, in her carefully timed misstep. Still, "You know t'e game well. You know it. An' w'ile I doubt t'at you will ever tire of winning, I t'ink you
'ave
grown bored. Not of winning, no,
no
" she chuckled, "Ahhh... you 'ave grown bored of winning so
easily
." The Duchess' eyes darkened. And as the King departed. As the dragon's black wings cast a shadow over the farmland, she quietly called out to him:
"
I will not be so easy...
"
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