#eilon can drink the cream or not

[trapped-in-jasper]

@eilon-krovs

Armande was having to work harder than usual maintaining the security in the castle. In truth, there was no way to fully secure the place. It was too large and too many people came and went. Someone, if they wanted to badly enough, would get in eventually. And whoever these assassins were, they seemed to want it quite badly. So Armande had to assume that violence would happen and make traps for the assassin so that once they'd killed their prey, they could at least be held accountable. It would probably do the council good to lose a member or two, like culling old dead wood.

Since he was depleted now, he needed a source to recharge. And that meant blood or sex. Preferably both. There was a new slave, a Seelie fae. Perfect for his needs. Armande sent out a message to the guards that he would pick up the slave on his own. They knew enough to not try to stop him or object. He always sent the slaves back in one piece. Physically, anyway.

His prey was out and about, so Armande left a heavy pitcher of purest cream near his playroom door. Freshly skimmed and practically glowing. A fae, newly arrived and craving all sorts of things, should at least linger nearby to debate drinking it. That was all he needed. When the man walked by, the cream crying out to be drunk, Armande let the portal beneath the spot open and his victim fell through into the playroom, held up by the winding shadows that trapped him. "How kind of you to drop by."