Here is my entry..
A Deadly Messenger..“Lady Ainsley,” announced the butler as he guided the young woman into the drawing room of the Parson’s estate..
The guests all turned their heads to view the new arrival.. and she was certainly a vision of lovliness.. her raven locks coiled to perfection against her ivory skin. Her gown matched the silver blue of her eyes which were fringed with lashes made darker with charcoal. A little trick a friend had shown her, as well as the red of the berry juice on her lips..
A rather rotund woman smiled broadly and shuffled quickly to her.. “Oh my darling Monique,” Anna Parsons exclaimed as she grabbed her hands..” you are so lovely tonight.. come, come I have someone special for you to make your acquaintance.”
She allowed the woman to guide her, making introductions as she steered the dark-haired beauty across the room to her target.
“Goffery, I have someone you must meet”
She had been led to a handsome young man, tall and with shoulder length sandy brown hair which was partly braided and fastened to the back.. a style that is now popular with noble gentlemen. His eyes a deep chocolate brown that seemed to look into you rather than at you… “oh!, He is indeed yummy” She thought to herself..
‘Goffery, may I present my new found friend, Lady Monique Ainsley. Monique, Lord Goffery Haden.” Anna smiled at herself.. she fancied herself a match maker and she was sure the allusive Goffery would indeed meet his match with the lovely Monique.
She had met Monique at a friend’s tea. She was struck by her beauty and charm and immediately took to liking her. She invited her to her dinner party with the specific plan to peak Goffery’s interest. He was such an unusually handsome man, wild in his ways, and his coloring always made her think of a lion… and she made it her personal goal to tame the lion.
“I must mingle with my other guest so I leave you in good hands dear, she smiled at Monique and left the two of them. “Ah amor, amor” she silently spoke to herself as she walked away.
They spoke the usual pleasantries for a time. She was so lovely and seemed to hang on his every word. He was please.. “she seems very taken with me, good, very good”, he smiled to himself.
“You are recently to the city?” Goffery inquired as he openly admired the lovely woman in front of him. “Yes, I came to visit some friends for a small stay.” She replied as she coyly looked up to him.
“You don’t have family here?”
“No I live with my Aunt in Denerim, my parents have long left this world”
Goffery’s eyes darken, “oh I am so sorry,”
“Don’t be, it was a long time ago, “ and then she lowered her voice and almost whispered “I wish to speak of more pleasurable things.” She said has she took an appetizer from the silver tray a servant was offering,
She deliberately ate the little cake slowly. “ummm… so delicious” she purred as she licked a sugar frosted finger slowly.
Goffrey could hardly hold in his enthusiasm of her movements.. “This little minx is doesn’t realize that she has bitten off more than she can chew. My god, I will take this one with much pleasure and very, very slowly.” His grin almost wicked as he took her hand and made it apparent that he would lick the frosting off the other finger. “Allow me”
Sir! The guests will surely take notice."
“So maybe we should go to my apartments where there are no gossipy guests.”
“My Lord, you are being much too bold.”
“My cousin is staying with me” he quickly added, “ and she will act as chaperone, and of course my house servants are there. We could enjoy a late dinner.”
“Hmm…ah a different manner then, but you go first .. give me your card so I can tell my driver where to go.. and I shall leave one half hour after you.”
He kissed her hand and looked up to her with those dark eyes.. “Until then my dear Monique”.
His home was not hard to find but, strangely closed off.
She approached the front door.. her heart was beating a little rapidly but, that was to be expected. What she did not expect was for Goffrey to open the door. “Please, come in, let me take your wrap.”
They walked to the dining room, trays of food on the table but, no servants, and no cousin. She smiled and thought to herself… “ah the spider has captured the fly it would seem..”
He lied about the cousin of course but he dismissed the servants, as was his usual pattern. It would not be good to have witnesses. And they either never heard the screams or else never dared to say anything.
When Goffrey realized she was not disturbed by his ruse he grew bolder.. and drew her to him.. his hands caressing her waist and his eyes devouring her.. “You are glad we do not have company?”
She gazed up to him.. “Well, you know what they say.. two’s company and three’s a crowd.”
“Well, no playing games then”, he then swooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed chamber.
She giggled and nibbled at his ear.
"I have some brandy if you would care to have some.."
"Well, yes but why don’t you get comfortable and let me pour you a glass?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and and with her back to him, she did not see his wicked grin as she poured the golden liquid.
He did not see her lift the top of her ring and pour it’s contents in his glass.
She sauntered to him and handed him the glass with the promise of pleasure in her eyes. He started to get up but she gently him pushed back to the bed, then she started to undo her blouse.. slowly undoing each button as he gulped down his drink anxious to participate in the disrobing.
She then lowered the gown and smiled.. “I’ll need help with the lacings.” At that she turned her back to him and he began the task of undoing her laces.. he would usually just cut them with his knife but, she was such a willing playmate he decided to savor her first and then he would satisfy his hunger.
He had a hard time focusing.. “I arr , I …” he stopped suddenly. And fell back on to the bed..
She turned to him.. “ Oh my, Goffrey, are you alright? Here dear, let me help you.” She laid him down and put his feet up on the bed.
She spoke quietly in her soft voice… “oh here, let me make you more comfortable”
She loosened his ascot and continued to undress him as she spoke.
“It’s the poison, Goffrey. That’s why you can’t speak. And soon you will not be able to move one little muscle.”
He tried to grab her but, it was as she said.. his muscles would not work.
She put a night shirt on him.. with some difficulty.. “hmm you are a heavy lug aren’t you?”
She then put her gown back on.. and looked down at the thoroughly frightened young man.
“Goffrey,” she spoke again in that soft voice, but this time it sounded ominous to his ears. “Robert sends his regards.”
Goffrey could only question with his eyes..
“Oh I’m sorry.. Robert Wesly… Amanda Wesly’s brother.” She saw the fear heighten in his eyes.
“Yes, she still lives. If you can call it that. Poor girl, Robert has sent her to the Chantry in Denerim.. she’ll be well taken care of there. The other girls Goffrey, I wonder.. did you enjoy watching the life leaving their eyes?“
He tried to move again.. to no avail.
“Oh, yes, we know about the others.. we’ve been watching you. We knew you liked to do your hunting at Lady Parson’s little get-togethers. That’s why I arranged to become acquainted with her. Oh, but, I ramble on sometimes. I’m sorry, dear, but I really must leave now.”
She paused and looked down on him. “ Oh.. you will die soon, but it will be painless. They will simply think you died in your sleep.”
At that she let out a little sigh, picked up Goffrey’s glass, and left the room.
She arrived home, the carriage ride was a bit unsettling but, she had accomplished her task and she was pleased. It was like putting down a rabid dog. Just something that needed to be done. And she had done it for Amanda and for the others as well.
“Ah my sweet Leliana, you’ve returned.” Marjolaine smiled at her and gave Leliana a hug, kissing her on the cheek. “I take it all went well as planned.”
“Yes, Marjolaine, Goffrey is no longer on the hunt.”
“Good, good. And you got rid of his drinking glass?”
“Yes, I did all that you instructed me.”
“Oh, Leliana, I am so proud of you. But, how do you feel now?”
“Truthfully, somewhat invigorated. It’s strange, I thought I would be sad, but I’m not.” She frowned a little as she pulled off the wig and her copper red locks fell, framing her face.
“Well, my dear, your first deadly assignment," Marjolaine spoke as she caressed Leliana's shoulder, "we should celebrate, no?”
Modifié par Zeleen, 30 septembre 2010 - 07:20 .
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a lot better than mine. That picture Zarjcal is quite lovely.
