Recap:
In the training yard, Lynx dared to flirt with Serenya Vaelith, the Moonblade Saint. Her blade sang through the air, splitting dummies to shreds, but her eyes lingered on him with more than hate. The MILF System purred, recording her corruption at 3%. Meanwhile, Marienne Duskveil still lingered in the shadows, her desire and vengeance entangled after her midnight encounter with Lynx. Two widows, two blades—one of poison, one of steel—and both fated to kill him.
Marienne's Chambers
The candlelight flickered in the widow's quarters, casting long shadows against silk curtains. Marienne sat before her mirror, veil discarded, her raven hair spilling loose down her back.
Her hands trembled slightly as she poured wine into a goblet. She brought it to her lips, paused, then set it down untouched.
Damn him.
She should have hated him. She did hate him. Lord Lynx had stolen her husband's title, her lands, her life. And yet, when she closed her eyes, she didn't see her husband's corpse. She saw Lynx's grey eyes glinting with hunger, his lips curling with shameless sin.
I'd stain that black with white, if you let me.
Her thighs pressed together beneath the gown, heat pooling between them.
"No," she whispered, furious with herself. Her hand slid under the table, brushing the dagger strapped to her thigh. "This isn't desire. It's rage."
And yet, when she imagined driving the dagger into his chest, she also imagined him grabbing her wrist, pinning her against the wall, lips at her throat—
Her breath caught.
With a sudden motion, she flung the goblet across the room. It shattered, wine bleeding into the carpet like spilled blood.
Marienne rose, her veil sliding back over her face. "Very well, Lord Lynx," she murmured. "If you want to play, I'll play. Let's see if you can taste my poison before it claims you."
Lynx's Study
I slammed the door shut behind me and dropped into the high-backed chair, dragging both hands down my face.
Two widows. Two quests. One idiot villain (me).
The system popped open in front of me, smug as always.
[Active Targets:]
Marienne Duskveil – Corruption 7% – Quest: Drink Wine With Her]
Serenya Vaelith – Corruption 3% – Quest: Make Her Draw Her Sword Against You (In Bed)]
I groaned. "This isn't a system, it's a suicide note."
[Correction: It's a seduction note.]
"Shut up," I hissed.
I paced the study, cloak swishing behind me, trying to keep my villain mask in place. If anyone walked in right now, they'd think I was brooding dramatically. Really, I was spiraling.
Marienne's poison. Serenya's sword. And me, stuck between them like some lecherous chew toy.
The system beeped again.
[Tip: MILFs are predators. You must let them think they're hunting you—while you hunt them.]
"Fantastic advice. You gonna tell me how to survive drinking poisoned wine?"
[Skill Unlocked: Poison Resistance Lv. 1]
[Effect: Reduces fatal poison chance by 5%.]
I stared. "Five percent? That's not a skill, that's a fucking joke!"
[Correction: That's foreplay.]
I smacked the air where the system hovered. My hand passed right through, of course.
Whispers in the Keep
By afternoon, rumors spread faster than wildfire. Servants whispered in kitchens, soldiers muttered in corners.
"The widow visited his chambers…"
"…and Lady Serenya locked eyes with him this morning."
"Two widows circling the same man? Madness. One will gut him before the other gets the chance."
Everywhere I walked, I felt eyes on me. Some filled with fear. Others with amusement. Most with pity.
If they only knew.
The Invitation
Evening fell. A knock came at my chamber door.
A maid bowed, eyes downcast, and presented a sealed note. Black wax, stamped with a crest I now recognized.
Marienne's.
I broke it open with careful fingers. The script was elegant, curved, a widow's hand.
Lord Lynx,
I regret the harshness of last night. Allow me to make amends. Join me for wine in my chambers tonight. We shall toast to new beginnings.
—Marienne Duskveil
Wine. Of course.
The system chimed, practically moaning.
[Quest Triggered: Drink With the Widow.]
Reward: Increased corruption progress.
Risk: Immediate death.
I slumped back in the chair, holding the letter.
"Well," I muttered. "Looks like tonight I find out if I'm the poison… or the antidote."
End of Chapter Five.
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