The man’s gaze moved up from his papers to eye the clock slowly ticking away on the far wall. Tick tick tick tick. He grumbled to himself, making a note of the time. Suddenly the door flew open, and in walked Keairah. She wasn’t quite her put together self this morning. Her burgundy hair was tousled and bed swept, her clothes not nearly as neat, wrinkles scattered along the length her skirt, and she seemed terribly rushed. Keairah slams the door behind her, resting against it to catch her breath. Clearly she had been running.
“You are late,” the man said in a deep voice from his place at the desk. The room echoed as he spoke. He kept his gaze to his work.
“I know. My apologies, master. I lost track of time,” Keairah responds in haste.
“I am in no mood to hear your excuses, Keairah.”
The young woman dropped her head to her chest in defeat. “Yes, master…”
A few moments of silence passed. She was still propped against the door of the darkened room. But by now she had calmed and caught her breath. Realizing her state, she made quick work to comb her fingers through her hair.
“You were with that paladin again, weren’t you?” The man asked, still in his place at the desk and bent over the numerous papers.
Keairah reddened slightly in her face, an unusual reaction for her. She thought he wouldn’t be able to notice and quickly straightened her back to done her confident pose.
“What makes you say that?” moving across the room, flipping her hair from her shoulder.
“Do not play coy with me, girl. I am not one of your many conquests that you can manipulate so easily,” he snapped. Even in the dark Keairah could see him turn his gaze towards her. “I am aware of all you do. Do -not- forget that.” His steely gaze fixed on her to emphasize his point. The man then went back to his papers, setting aside the first one of many.
“Yes, master. I am sorry if I disple-” She was quieted by the lifting of a wrinkled hand.
“Tell me. What is your intention with this young man?”
Keairah finds a chair at a nearby desk. She pulls it aside to settle lightly into it, crossing her legs at the knee. A musical laughter filled the air.
“Intentions? Please. My intentions with him are the same as any other man.”
The man hmmphed from his place at the desk. “Is that so? You spend a great deal more time with them than any of the others.” He slowly sets aside another finished paper.
She whips her gaze towards him. “And? What’s your point?” Her velvety voice taking on a rather defensive tone.
In the darkness, the man smiled. He set aside his quill, and shuffled his papers a few times.
“Well? What did you mean by that?” Keairah snapped at him as he failed to answer her question. “Answer me!”
With out warning, the man pushed away from the desk, and suddenly the room lit up in brilliant orange and green light. Before Keairah was even aware of what had happened a wrinkled, yet extremely strong hand, was at her throat. She was pinned against the desk she had sat at.
“Never take that tone with me! Do you understand me, girl? I could rip out your throat with the effort it would take to pluck a rose from the bush.” He took his free hand to run it over her throat then down across her chest. One by one he plucked open the buttons of her robe. Aged fingers slid inside the opening of her robe to teasingly caress the soft skin that lay beneath. Her chest rose and fell with her gasping breath as his hand still held tight against her throat. “You were always my favorite pupil. So manipulative. So powerful.” His hand slid beneath the fabric of her robes to grab at her chest firmly. “So beautiful…” Hungry eyes traveled over her form. He then released her.
Keairah slid to the floor, coughing for air and grabbing her throat. She leaned against the desk to catch her breath and to gather her composure. The man, however, was now completely calm and returned to his place behind the desk. He laced his fingers together as he addressed her.
“Now then. Where were we? Ah, yes… the paladin. You were going to tell me what your intentions with him were.”
Eventually, Keairah rose to her feet. She dusted off the skirt of her robes, and buttoned her bountiful chest back into the confines of her top. With a clearing of her throat, she answered the question.
“Well, it started out with the same intentions as any of the others. Temporary at best.” She paused as her gaze fell away from the man to look into the darkness. “Plans have changed.”
Through the dark the man grinned at her. “I shall be watching closely to see how things develop between the two of you. This… interest you have in him as piqued my curiosity. I have no doubt it will be entertaining.” His voice oozed with sarcasm and malice, but his words did little to shake Keairah’s resolve. She knew of his manipulative ways.
“Do what you will with me, but I warn you. Harm him and you shall feel my wrath. Master or not. I will not tolerate you meddling in my affairs.”
He chuckled at her and waved a hand. “You have my word, girl. Now go. I have no need for you today.”
Keairah nodded then curtsied to him. “Good day, master…” Her dark eyes burned at him before she turned to take her leave.
His malicious and lustful gaze watched her swaying hips exit the chamber. “This shall be quite interesting, indeed.”