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|With the table repositioned, Baereth realised he could actually get to the bed, although he had to climb in at the end to get enough of the chain length. Lying down was more comfortable at least. He was actually starting to reconsider the physician thing. More for the boredom than the pain.|
A loud knocking on the door disturbed his nap, and Baereth opened one eye. The woman he'd seen earlier came into the room, something bright and small flitting around her head. They shared a metallic sweet scent, hers sharpened with sweat from her exercise. The smell bothered him as much as her firm curves didn't. Nicer to look at than the stick thin nobles he normally dealt with, who could only keep the figure they had by eating next to nothing. Then again, none of them would know how to fight anything, and certainly wouldn't do so in public.
She looked around, obviously expecting something and not finding it. He watched silently as she took in the empty plates and the moved table, and grinned when she finally looked at him.
"Well," she said, "I didn't realise Ryertame swung that way. Maybe that's why he gets on so well with the queen. So where is our dear captain? I can't imagine he'd willingly leave someone like you alone in his bed voluntarily."
/If you could see how much of this was bruising you might not think so./
"He had to talk to the king," Baereth said. "I guess that trumps everything."
She burst into laughter, the flying thing flitting up to the ceiling. "That's our Ryer," she said. "Always trying to make the best of things."
She dragged a chair closer to the bed and sat, holding a hand up. The flitter danced for a moment before dropping down to land lightly on her hand, turning its head to stare at Baereth. He stared back at what he could now see was some sort of winged lizard no longer than his hand. It seemed to be made of metal, with long silver claws and blue crystal eyes. Presumably that's what she was fighting in the yard. Which didn't really make any more sense in terms of why, but he was okay with that.
"Any idea when he'll be back?"
"I didn't get the chance to ask," he said with a smirk, propping himself up on the pillow. "What's your interest in him?"
She smirked back at him. "Purely platonic, sunshine," she said. "Don't worry. I wanted to show him my newest project. Thought I saw him in the window, but I guess that was you?"
Baereth shrugged. "Had to stretch my legs, change the scenery," he said. "Didn't think anyone was watching."
The woman shrugged back and Baer wondered if she was copying him deliberately or that was just her way.
"It's what I do," she said.
She stood abruptly. "It's dark in here. Who draws the curtains on a day like this?"
"I like them closed," Baer said quickly. He'd adjusted, but the light was starting to hit right on the window, and he didn't want to find out the hard way that he hadn't recovered from the forced darkness.
What's the bet she opens it anyway, out of curiousity or some shit?
He pulled his legs out of the bright sunlight, squeezing his eyes shut with a snarl.
I'll make it seem like a murder suicide, he thought, biting hard on his lip to stop himself doing something he'd regret later on. A lover's quarrel, mistaken identity. Hell, I don't even have to leave enough of them for anyone to know who they fucking are. What is with these people?
"This gloom isn't good for you," she was saying, apparently unaware of his discomfort. "That's the problem with half of this court. Everyone spends their time in their rooms and halls, like they'd die if they spent too long outside. Mind you some of them probably would. A bird would fly past and scare them to death."
She turned to look at him just as he was trying to find something preferably deadly to throw at her without moving from his shrinking patch of shade or opening his eyes properly. At least the guards had been doing their job. This woman seemed to be doing it for no better reason than that she could.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "Are you okay?"
Lady, I will shove that lizard so far up your arse it breathes fire from your nose.
"Fyn, please stop torturing your new boss."
Boss? Of her?! Oh yeah, that's gonna go down like a sack of shit.
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