Too bad the world usually likes to balance the good with the bad. This night, the terrible news of the ghoul invasion was offset by an excellent idea for scouts and news of a successful robbery of a thieves' caravan. And a blood vault has been built to hold blood indefinitely. Just a lovely night, if it weren't for the ghouls. Well, what the hell with them, the locals will deal with them. The main thing is to keep a low profile. Vampires are few and weak. It'll take time.
Count Yankee tied his pants and left the room.
- Don't forget, you have to look divine tonight! - he threw one last word and disappeared out the door.
Olga Viktorovna, who was lying on the bed, mumbled something inaudible and then brought her legs together. It had been problematic for the last couple of hours. Her lover, or, to be honest, her master, preferred only one position in sex. She had to be patient and lie under him and act passionate. Otherwise you could get a good slap or no food at all, which was more unpleasant.
Many times the prisoner could escape, because she was guarded by ordinary people, but after the death of the chief, something broke in her soul. She didn't want to live anymore, didn't want to look after herself, didn't even want to move. She just existed. Spread her legs when ordered. Answering questions. Carried out the Count's simple orders.
The servants in the house had long ago noticed that the stunningly beautiful woman was not much different from a piece of furniture and some of them, especially risky ones, even managed to take advantage of the situation and while the master was away, used the beauty at their own pleasure. She did not care how many men to serve and from what classes. Everything was acceptable as long as the food was brought.
The Count, having gotten the most beautiful girl and constantly enjoying her body, paid little attention to everything else, including the condition of his toy and the amusement of the servants with her. His goal of becoming the Chancellor of the kingdom, ousting the Duke of Chergor, had taken over him.
It required a lot of effort and time, there was no time to spare. Now he was waiting for the Watchman of the Guard Tower, Duke Ilium, a great lover of same-sex love and the most loyal associate of the Chancellor. The Count wanted to collect more dirt on the commander of the Guard, but to his regret nothing worked.
The whole capital knew about the Duke's amusements with the boys, and even savored the details of some of the nocturnal amusements, but beyond the conversations... Everything ran into a wall of absolute emptiness. The best spies could not get the name of any of the free or unwilling lovers of the high-ranking pervert. And as luck would have it, the efforts of the spies did not go unnoticed. Duke Ilium politely invited the Count to his mansion.
As the carriage slowly jolted along the stones of the capital's streets, all that remained was to plan the upcoming conversation and hope for a bluff. And, of course, a little bit of self-blame for the wasted years. After all, the noble man had previously had enough of shadowy power and influence. The aspirations of others to occupy positions and receive lavish posts, were regarded by the Count as weakness. Much time had been lost. Now he had to rely only on his talent as a negotiator.
The Duke's mansion welcomed the guest with brightly burning lights and complete silence. Even the few servants tried not to move when the master descended the steps to greet the visitor. The two men walked inside the building and silently made their way up to the second floor. It wasn't until the study door was quietly closed that the duke allowed himself his first emotion. Smiling, he friendly pointed to a huge and cozy chair in front of the fireplace.
- Sit down, Count. We have a difficult conversation to have, so I don't think we should spend it on our feet. There will be no food or drink unless you wish it. I don't want you accusing me of poisoning you.
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