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Chapter 2

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Tav

It had been two months since the defeat of the Netherbrain. Two months that Gortash had spent running the city while she had tried turning down the appointment as co-ruler again and again; until she finally relented for her family’s sake a few weeks ago. He was less than enthusiastic to bring her into what he considered his work. Not to mention the fact that Tav didn’t even want to be there, most of the time.

Still, she gave it her all, trying to remember how her family had run things, and then consciously deciding to do it differently in many ways. All while Gortash watched her like a hawk, furrowing his brows whenever she argued something in a meeting, grimacing whenever she asked him about his reports.

The first two weeks in office had been exactly as dreadful as she had expected. Her days were structured and pre-planned to the last minute: Briefings, meetings one on one with important partriars or in groups, lunch and even dinner appointments, and what little time she didn’t have to spend with others she had to utilize to read through the many many letters, reports, and intel she received. It was rare for her to meet her co-ruler in individual sessions, and today would be the first time in a week that they had time to speak alone.

Not that she didn’t inform him on her actions: Every day she wrote long briefings for Gortash, a short summary on the first page in very rough bullet points, before going into detail on the pages that followed. She would retell encounters and discussions she had, thoughts on certain partriars’ motivations, gossip she picked up, conclusions she drew from that, even ideas and plans and questions for him. Every day she handed those briefings to his assistant. Every day Gortash ignored them, not referring to anything she put in there, let alone replying.

At this point she wasn’t even sure he read them.

Anyway.

Between the political games of the partriars and nobles and Gortash’s reluctance to cooperate, Tav found herself more and more desperate for a reprieve; some friendly, authentic face that wouldn’t try to trick her into promising something or fawn over her in awe.

A friend.

Walking into the dining room, Tav took a deep breath in when she saw Gortash still at breakfast, scribbling into one of his notebooks. His hair looked damp and he was wearing a loose shirt, neckline opened deep down his chest, as he seemed to prefer, and she saw that his throat was covered in hickeys.

Still, apparently he had been working since the moment he got out of bed – at least that’s how he looked, deeply focused on his writing. Tav faintly remembered the stack of documents she still needed to go over, and sighed. She’d never have a normal life again.

“Good morning”, she greeted, sitting down opposite of him. “Do you ever stop working?”

Gortash shot her a glance over his notes, then brought his focus back to writing.

“Morning”, he replied, sounding like he was holding back a scoff, but barely.

Tav reached for the coffee, drowning out the black with milk until it had a soft brown color, then tried again.

“I’m serious Gortash, do you actually have a life beyond working? I’ve never heard or seen you do anything other than work. Do you have a… hobby? Friends?”

She tried to sound as neutral as possible, curious even. Maybe if he had one, she’d be able to as well.

He raised his eyebrows while she was speaking but didn’t take his gaze off his hand, finishing the sentence he was writing before closing the book and leaning back in his chair, looking at her with an annoyed expression.

“Since you take offense to my private life so much, even giving me a lecture on whom I chose to spend my time with the other day, I opted not to share too much of it with you”, he scoffed, crossing his arms while he spoke.

“You’re sharing plenty”, Tav quipped before she could stop herself, eyes falling onto his bruised neck.

Gortash saw where her eyes took her and chuckled. “Is that what you want to know? The exploits of last night? I could draw you a picture.” He nodded towards his notebook and Tav suppressed a smile.

“I was asking for me, actually.”

For a split second he looked confused, but he got back to his smug persona in no time.

“Hells, do I have to teach you how to find something to do as much as I have to teach you how to rule a city?”, he mocked her, and Tav wanted to wipe the arrogant look off his face. Did he misunderstand everything on purpose?

“Nevermind”, she grumbled and rolled her eyes, filling her plate with bread, cheese, and eggs. No use trying to have a conversation with this one.

She began eating in silence, hoping the Archduke would choose to finish his work somewhere else instead of here so she wouldn’t spend the entire meal in this tension. But he kept his eyes on her, only interrupted by him reaching for his coffee.

“I have a standing agreement with the Blushing Mermaid”, he suddenly began, tone more forgiving than before. “Which is where I go when I need a change of scenery. They make sure that nobody bothers me, give me a corner to myself and my acquaintances, and in turn I’ll make sure their paperwork remains… in order.” He nodded curtly.

Tav looked at him, pleasantly surprised about hearing something constructive for a change, then nodded in agreement. “Sure, makes sense. Thanks.”

“No scolding?”, Gortash teased, voice low. A servant behind him refilled his coffee cup, and he nodded a short thanks to him.

“Look, I don’t really care if you sleep with the entire public of Baldur’s Gate as some sort of goodwill campaign, but I do care if you’re being careless about it. At least, politically.”

She saw him think over her words before he decided to ignore them. “If you’re bored, I’m sure the Mermaid would be glad to host you, too.” Taking a long sip from his coffee, his eyes met hers, silently sizing her up.

“I was counting on it”, Tav sighed and Gortash seemed to approve, gaze softening. It was weird how he could watch her so intently only to pretend she didn’t exist the next moment.

“But seriously, Gortash, do you have any other hobbies than sleeping around?” She gave him a smile as a peace offering. “Any friends?”

He grimaced, his face hardening again as quickly as it had relaxed just moments before, and he stood up from the table abruptly.

“I have to finish this”, he said, grabbing his notebook. “I’ll see you later, in the morning brief.”

And with that, he walked out, leaving Tav sitting by herself, feeling lost. Had this been a fight? Or a small form of reconciliation?

Fuck if I know.

Gortash

He was about to lose his patience with her.

Their morning briefing had barely started when he’d asked her about the meetings she had the day before. Gortash had put considerable thought into who she could meet, which noble would likely fawn over her, and had even given her discussion points to cover. Now that he’d asked her about it, however, Tav just shrugged.

“It’s in the briefings I gave you”, she said, sounding annoyed.

“You can hardly call them briefings”, he replied angrily. The one-pagers with a few bullet points on them hardly counted as anything more than a child’s scribbles.

“And what would your Highness call them?” Her voice cut sharply across the desk they were sitting at, in his office today, and she crossed her arms in defiance while she glared at him.

Gortash rubbed the back of his hand.

“Trash”, he stated flatly. And truthfully. The loose, single pages lacked detail and information. He usually threw them away after a quick glance.

But Tav didn’t seem to agree: A red rash spread on her throat, her anger bubbling underneath the surface.

“Trash?!” She repeated the words, outraged, tone pitching upwards. “I spend over an hour every day writing them!”

He snorted, unwilling to believe what she told him. There was no way it took her more than a few minutes. But then again, he was already over the topic. If she wanted to try to mock him or play some sort of weird game, he wouldn’t let her. He had a city to run.

I don’t have time for this.

“Let’s move on, shall we?”, he therefore offered, trying to change the subject. But Tav shook her head, her pride clearly hurt.

“You not reading or replying to my briefings or the questions or ideas in them is one thing”, she stood up, grabbing the stack of documents she had brought with her. “But insulting me?” She rolled her eyes. “We agreed to work together, Gortash. Don’t be such a sour loser.”

He chuckled, amused by her outburst, though he was still confused if she was actually being serious.

“Who says I’ve lost anything?”, he smirked, and Tav groaned in response.

“Fuck you”, she grumbled, throwing a dozen or so pages of document in front of him. “Here’s today’s report. For your trash.”

She was out of the door before he could reply. Sighing with frustration, Gortash gathered the pages, then looked them over: Notes and notes, separated into sections by subject. Questions were underlined, ideas marked with an arrow. There were headers and summaries, all of it neatly written. And then, in between all of them, a one-pager with bullet points summarizing the entire thing.

Shit.

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He spent the rest of the meeting alone, reading through her report. It was… elaborate. Helpful. Informative. And anything but trash.

A quick and angry chat with his assistant revealed that the damn man thought he was helping by only showing him the summaries, filing the rest of the reports away into binders. Gortash all but fired him on the spot, then reconsidered when he remembered that it had taken him months to find someone he could barely tolerate. So he decided to yell at him until the first tears pricked the corners of his assistant’s eyes, then sent him off.

Gortash decided to read the rest of the reports later and instead focused on the most recent one. Three pages in, a paragraph addressed him directly, and he raised his eyebrows, trying to picture Tav writing this with the little frown on her face that she made whenever she was skeptical of any of his decisions.

I’m not sure why you asked me to meet Duke Portyr. He wouldn’t stop talking about my family using absurd metaphors that I’m too tired to repeat. Anyway, he fucking hates your guts. He didn’t say so explicitly, but he asked me five times how elections were held in Athkatla. Told him to ask Nine Fingers as I’m sure she’s well acquainted with the Shadow Thieves. But maybe that was the point of sending him to me?

Gortash grinned. Absolutely. She was correct. Having her instead of him tell the grudge-keeping duke off was better in every way, but especially politically. He hastily wrote a reply in the margins:

Yes. Well done. Thank you.

Further down, another section caught his eye:

Heard whispers about a Gondian network being reestablished in BG. New research, too. Something about intersections of thermodynamic and magical properties? Beats me but I’m sure you’ll know. If it’s relevant I can reach out.

You know some interesting mouths that speak such luring whispers. Reaching out would be much appreciated.

Shaking his head to himself, he couldn’t help but smile. This was exactly what he had hoped to get out of this partnership. More than that, actually. Plus, if she could indeed help him get his hands on a Gondian design…

What a pleasant surprise.

On the last page was another paragraph, seemingly written in a hurry and with a different quill. It looked like it was added last minute:

Well, you’re not reading any of this anyway, but if you do, let me know how you do this? Have a private life, I mean? I haven’t left this building in over a week while you’re covered in hickeys as if you just worked a double shift at Sharess’ Caress. PS: Stop being such a dick at breakfast. Either eat like a normal person and socialize, or work in your office. It’s depressing. – Tav

Gortash realized she’d written it after their encounter this morning. He had been short with her, sure, but mostly because he didn’t want to talk about his private life. It wasn’t any of her business. Besides, if she thought she could sit there and judge him with her noble nose turned upwards, she was wrong. But maybe… it seemed like there was more to it.

Scratching his head, he wondered if she was being sincere when she asked him for advice. Him. But why? She could ask her family. Or their lackeys. He was sure they’d love to give their input.

Still, the question was directed at him. And he was in a good mood after reading through the entire thing. Gortash decided she deserved an answer. This time.

Ask your assistant to block time out for you. Cancel things if necessary.

Chuckling, he tried picturing her at the Blushing Mermaid, downing a drink after another lecture from Portyr. She’d scowl and pout and it would be delicious to tease her there. Probably wouldn’t be more than two drinks until she’d be too tipsy to be fun, though. However… He hadn’t forgotten that he’d fucked Provoss while imagining Tav’s face. How could he? The orgasm had been one of his better ones recently.

He started writing before he could think, the smirk on his face widening:

PS: No notebooks at the table. Noted. But don’t pretend you don’t like dicks for breakfast. – E

He hovered over the page, staring at the letter of his first name. He nearly signed off with “Enver”, but that would have been a horrible idea. Having her call him Gortash was preferable overall, as was more distance between them. While he did enjoy winding her up, he did not want to imply familiarity. At least not unless he wanted her to pry even more into his personal life. Which he didn’t.

Definitely not.

Gortash rolled his eyes at himself. The last sentence sounded almost flirty. He shouldn’t have added it… but he had not been able to stop himself, almost high on the euphoria of discovering his co-ruler was competent after all.

Sighing, he turned the “E” into “E.G.”.

Better.

Setting down the quill, he called for his assistant, asking him to take the report back to Tav, explicitly mentioning the added notes. Then, he glanced at the time: If he hurried with the rest of his work for today, he could go out later.

The Blushing Mermaid was lovely that time of night. Maybe he would catch her there?

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Tav

Whoever said life would find a way could go screw themselves all the way to the Nine Hells.

Tav stared at herself in the mirror, unwilling to accept what she was seeing. After all these years of trying to escape her family’s clutches, she was where they’d always wanted her: At the top of a city-state, ruling. The Ophal family name spread beyond Amn, elevated to higher purposes once more.

Right.

She was wearing a buttoned up yellow dress, sleeves and collar intricately adorned with embroidery of different spice plants: ginger, nutmeg, pepper, cinnamon, and cardamom. Her family had sent it to her, proud of her achievement, so she could wear it as the hired artists painted it into the history books. It looked hideous. She felt hideous.

With a sigh, she started undoing the buttons in a hurry. Somewhere in her luggage was a satin blouse she’d picked out from the Facemaker’s Boutique, a lovely dark burgundy – plain and simple. It would fit well with the high-waisted pants that she still had to put on, and she would be actually able to roll up her sleeves if necessary, something she dreaded with the other option as her family’s dress felt too tight, too stiff.

Letting the dress pool down at her feet, she stepped out of it and started to look for her blouse while only wearing her underwear. She knew she had packed it somewhere when she’d moved into the palace two days ago, but where? There wasn’t much time: Tav had overslept, a result of the lavish dinner her family had thrown her, even without attending in person. They had organized the whole thing, rented out an inn, then had one of their lackey butlers take her there as a surprise. Random noble families and important merchant houses had been present, but her friends, and even her future co-ruler, had been conveniently forgotten. The Ophals knew how to play the game, after all.

A knock pulled her out of her thoughts. Maybe the servant girl would know where her blouse was. Not caring much for modesty, she called her to come in, absentmindedly browsing through her wardrobe in an attempt to find it.

Strong steps walked into the room – leisurely, with curiosity.

“Say, do you know where my satin blouse is?”, Tav asked the girl, bending down to rummage through the lower drawers. “It’s the dark burgundy one I bought last morning.”

“Clothes definitely would be a good start”, a low voice mocked her from behind, and Tav hurled around in surprise.

Gortash.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, she asked, suddenly caring for modesty after all as she realized she had just presented her underwear to that stupid Archduke, ass first.

“Interesting choice”, he mumbled, eyes brazenly locked on her breasts, referring to the lace bra through which half her tits were peeking through.

“Please stare even harder”, she scoffed, then moved to the next wardrobe, hoping to find her blouse after all.

“I would, but honestly? You’re not that hot”, he said flatly, casually leaning back against the wall as he watched her rummage through her things.

Whatever – it wasn’t like she craved his approval, so she couldn’t care less what he thought of her body.

“What do you want, Gortash? And are you seriously going to just stand there?” Another drawer: Nothing.

“Well, you weren’t in your office. I wanted to run through the agenda with you as you weren’t available last night”, he replied, and she could hear his disapproval clearly when he added: “Or this morning.”

Tav sighed. “I know, it wasn’t planned–”

“We start with an introductory round of the Council, a formality, but nevertheless important”, he ignored her, and when she shot him a glance, she saw that he was holding a piece of paper from which he was reading. “Afterwards, I will deliver my plans for the city. This should take about an hour.”

“Thank the gods”, Tav whispered as she finally found her blouse.

“What?”

“Nothing”, she replied, hurrying to dress herself.

“After that, a short break for tea, and then the Council may ask questions for another hour. We conclude the day with dinner, with the entire Parliament of Peers having been invited. I expect about half of them to attend.”

Hurrying through the room and pushing past Gortash, Tav rushed to put on the pants she’d picked out. At least her hair and make up was already done.

“Did you listen to anything I just said?”, he asked her, annoyed.

“Of course: Intro, you bullshit for an hour, break, questions, dinner.” She looked at him challengingly, but he held her gaze and shook his head.

“You’d look much nicer in that”, he nodded towards her family’s dress that was lying on the floor, crossing his arms in front of him.

“And you’d look much nicer in a coffin, but here we are”, Tav replied, fastening the buttons.

“Perfect, no questions then”, he rolled his eyes, moving to leave.

“Wait”, she halted him after all, “when’s my part?”

He stared at her, forehead in creases. “Your part?”

“My plans for the city. My vision. My speech”, she clarified, talking slowly as if she was explaining something basic to a child as she moved to the vanity to pick out her jewelry.

Gortash scoffed. “You have plans?”

Tav threw her hands up. “Of course I do. Or did you think I agreed to all of this because I like you so much?”

He was impossible. Obviously he knew that she had plans. It was about the first thing that had come out of her mouth on the day they had negotiated their alliance – their second one. “I have different plans” had been her exact words, and he was fully aware. No wonder he wanted to ‘run through’ the agenda with her right now – bully her while she was distracted so she would concede her part on their first official appointment together. Ridiculous.

“I guess I can give you fifteen minutes”, he shrugged, turning to leave again, but this time she walked around him, blocking his way, and he seemed surprised when she stepped in his way.

“You will give me exactly the same time that you have, and if we have an hour total, that would make thirty, not fifteen minutes. I’d also like to see your notes so I can adjust my speech – unless you’d like me to go first?” She tilted her head to the side, smiling fakely up at him.

With him so close to her, she noticed that he was even taller than she remembered, and a faint whiff of tobacco caught her nose. Gortash stared at her, eyes menacingly piercing her as if he could will her into submission with his gaze alone.

“You have notes?”, he eventually relented, seemingly changing his mind about trying to stare her down.

“‘You have plans?! You have notes?!’”, she mocked him, imitating his deep voice while rolling her eyes. “Why in the Hells did you partner with me if you think I am absolutely incapable?”

“Maybe that was the point”, he smirked, and Tav noticed with disgust that he was being serious.

“Do you want the notes or not?” she asked, brushing over his insult as she put on her earrings.

Gortash licked his lips slowly, then narrowed his eyes. “I’ll go first: Thirty minutes. Then I’ll hand over to you for another thirty. But now you must excuse me while I edit my speech down by half, so unfortunately I cannot provide its contents to you at this time.”

Tav giggled, amused by his convoluted way of talking. “Fuck, you’re going to be annoying, aren’t you?”

He pushed her to the side with both hands, firmly but carefully. “That would make two of us”, he grumbled on his way out, not in the slightest interested in sharing a laugh with her.

Fine then. Have it your way.

Gortash

The meeting went alright. Having that spoiled brat use up half of his time hadn’t been ideal, but at least she hadn’t made a fool out of herself.

Or me.

Gortash was surprised, actually, at how well she’d handled herself in that meeting. Sure, he had expected her to do well with nobles, considering she was one of them. But she’d presented them plans, and eloquent ones at that, taking all of their questions in stride and having prepared answers.

Still. The fact that they had allied was bugging him. While he had offered it, he had originally planned to collaborate until the Netherbrain was defeated only, and for him to return as the rightful ruler of Baldur’s Gate afterwards – and they had both agreed to that. But he had underestimated how many admirers she had gathered, how much pressure there would be politically after he’d let Orin roam freely for too long. People had been desperate for a new figure of hope, and for reasons he was still angry about, they had chosen her, not him, to be that symbol. And she had not even wanted that role! She’d rejected them at first, unwilling to become one of the most powerful people in the realm! It was absurd – and weak.

But then, suddenly, she’d changed her mind. And as a result he’d been forced to renounce Bane and accept her as a co-ruler at his side.

Quite literally, at his side, after she’d moved into the palace two days ago.

Taking a long sip from his wine, Gortash took a moment to calm himself. No use in getting worked up over it now – she was an obstacle he would remove like he’d removed every other organization, institution, or person in his way so far. Noble children were all the same after all: spoiled, comfortable, lazy, and naive; with little understanding of how the real world worked. Most nobles only learned the harsh realities of ruling once they were put into positions of power (too late for many), and as far as he could tell, Tav had never held a real job in her life. Prancing around taverns and singing little songs about fairy tales did not count, after all.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?”, Lady Provoss mocked, interrupting Gortash’s staring. He hadn’t even noticed that his eyes had settled on Tav, nor that he’d been watching her for minutes with a frown. “Those Amn women really know how to make the men work for it.”

Tav was standing in a small circle with Duke Portyr, Lord Tillerturn, and Lord Eomane, laughing loudly with them as Portyr seemed to tell a story. The men looked at her in awe.

“Unlike you, I presume?”, Gortash turned to Provoss, eyebrows raised teasingly.

“Oh honey, I do let them work. But not so publicly.” Her tone left little to the imagination what she meant by that, neither did her batted eyelashes, but Gortash would have known anyway. He’s had a… reputation, in certain circles, resulting in many women (and men) coming onto him at the most random times.

He chuckled – maybe this night would get a bit more entertaining after all. Considering Provoss’ status also revealed no flags: She was from a minor noble house, so she was irrelevant in the wider scheme of things. She didn’t seem desperate, which usually meant she’d be a far more interesting lay than the old crones that were so touch-starved they’d hang on his every move as soon as he closed the door. Plus, she wasn’t ugly – at least as far as nobles and partriars were concerned. An unexpected benefit.

Sure. Why not.

“I’m a hard worker”, he murmured, looking away from her while he said it to add to the chase. He wouldn’t want her to think this would be easy, after all.

“I’m sure you are”, Provoss purred, and she touched his arm, letting her palm glide over the outline of his sleeve.

On the other side of the room, Tav was still making conversation, this time with a different set of nobles, and she glanced in his direction, slightly furrowing her brows when she saw the lady’s hand on his upper arm. Her gaze immediately moved on however, leaving Gortash once again to be the one to stare.

Shaking his head to himself, he offered his suitor his arm, smirking. “Why don’t we discuss my work ethos in my office, my lady?”

Provoss tasted like the sweet, mulled wine they’d served at the gathering. According to her it was the most exotic drink she’d ever had – could anything be more amazing? He rolled his eyes when her back was turned. They served rare vintage Dwarven liquor and even rarer wine, but she preferred the punch. It made sense: Basic taste. It suited her mediocrity.

Her kisses were clumsy and timid, unlike the persona she’d put on display out in the ballroom, and the disappointment threatened to ruin his night. While he’d certainly get his share, it bored him to no end screwing those lords and ladies, for whom a fuck on a desk was most likely the most exciting thing that happened to them in their entire lives.

Every time he advanced their makeout, she commented something like “Oh my” or “Oh goodness”, and it was driving him mad. It was pathetic, and insecure, and he missed having a partner who knew what they wanted –and not in a theoretical setting. At least Gortash didn’t have to work long to drag a moan out of her, and when he pulled up her dress, her wet heat was already waiting for him. He tore at her panties, the delicate silk ripping as easily with his gauntlets as he expected, then threw them to the side.

“Oh m–”

“Shut up”, he growled, unwilling to listen to her anymore. Provoss fell silent, a shy, expectant void of sound that he was planning to fill with the noise of him pounding into her.

No need to face her though.

Turning her around with a charming smirk that immediately vanished as soon as her gaze lost his, he bent her over his desk, then pushed greedily into her from behind. The noble gasped, then whimpered, and she hardly moved as he fucked her. It was then that he decided he wouldn’t care if she came. Not after her putting on the facade of a seductress only to act like a schoolgirl. If the last weeks had taught him anything, it was that not everything was his responsibility. That included her pleasure.

Pumping in and out of her efficiently, he tried to conjure images that were more arousing than this woman’s first time getting taken from behind. Broad thighs and a round ass appeared before his inner eye, and then, tits in a lace bra–

Noticing with somewhat detached interest on who his mind had settled on, he decided he didn’t care. He was curious now where his fantasies would take him, and he couldn’t resist letting them roam freely as he grabbed Provoss’ hair with his fist, wondering if Tav would be as passive as her. She’d probably talk back, and he groaned at the thought, cock twitching in the other woman’s cunt. Stifling those arguments with his dick down her throat would be delicious…Or burying himself in her while choking her…

The orgasm crept up on him so quickly he barely had time to pull out, but managed just in time. Spurting his cum on Provoss’ ass, he groaned as he stroked himself a few last times, milking out the lingering sensations, imagining Tav’s face full of cum.

Shit. It’d be so hot.

Once Provoss was complimented out of his office so she would leave (“It’s getting rather late, I wouldn’t want you to miss your rest for your beautiful face”), he leaned against his desk, then lit himself a cigar. It was one of his last ones, a rich flavor with a hint of vanilla; a gift from a former gang leader that had tried to win his favor. When he was a boy, long before his parents’ betrayal and everything that followed, he’d always imagined himself as a successful man, smoking after a good day’s work. And while today hadn’t been exactly good – it definitely had been work.

A knock on the door made him rub his nose in exasperation. Not her again.

“Come in”, he sighed as his eyes fell onto Provoss’ underwear. Right. She probably wanted to pick that up–

“I had no idea that you smoked”, Tav greeted him, strolling into his office as if they were due for a meeting.

Gortash straightened up, realizing his pants were still unbuckled, and his desk was in complete disarray from the scene that had unfolded mere minutes before.

Not waiting for a reply, Tav came to a halt and crossed her arms. “How was Provoss?”

Narrowing his eyes, he took a drag from the cigar, then briefly set it down to fix himself. “What do you want?”, he ignored her question.

“She might be from a minor noble house, but she has sway”, Tav began what sounded almost like a lecture. “She’s respected for keeping her house alive, and there are rumors about her running successful gambling networks.”

Oh? That was the first time he’d heard about that.

“So?” He looked at her with an almost bored expression, carefully curated. Looking into Provoss could prove worthwhile, and of course, in that context, he shouldn’t have fucked her so carelessly, but–

“Are you this dense or is this all an act?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough”, he said snippily, annoyed that he couldn’t even smoke in peace. His gaze fell on her blouse: It did look good on her. The color suited her.

Tav rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever.” Turning back, her ass swayed when she walked towards the door.

“Maybe next time you could join”, he joked, suddenly very interested in knowing what color her cheeks would be when she blushed.

But Tav turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. “A noble who hasn’t fucked in years and another who doesn’t know how to interact with nobles except for fucking? I’d rather stick to my two hands.”

She was so deadpan that it made him laugh. “Well there’s a thought.”

Tav shook her head, and she sounded angry when she spoke. “Gods, Gortash. Make yourself sound less desperate, please.”

He watched her leave his office without another word. Taking a long drag from his cigar again, then puffing out the smoke into wide circles, he wondered what he’d have to do to loosen that stuck up attitude she paraded around at all times like a shield.

Maybe he’d have to fuck her after all.

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