San felt a shock of rage course through his body, as the damned fool reverted to her old ways, taunting, tumbling and making an already tense situation downright awkward. He briefly pondered reaching his leg out, to sweep her arms out from under her as she cart-wheeled along his side, but she was just out of reach and things were tense enough without lashing out at the court jester.<br/><br/>Lady Fool was correct, of course. He was risking everything, his own life first on that list, by confiding all of this to the widely respected and feared Queen, but it was a calculated risk. If he needed to escape, he could bring Eyes with just a whistle and the wolf would surely bring his sword as well. If, however, the Queen was wise enough to see his value, the returns could be great indeed for a low-born thug such as himself.<br/><br/>The Queen laughed, a sharp and derisive laugh that Sanguine hoped was in response to the fool’s antics, or whatever gestures she might be making behind his back. Unfortunately, when she began to speak it became apparent that the laughter was meant for Sanguine himself. It seemed that the Queen as well had taken offense to the sheer boldness of Sanguine’s proposition. Despite her words, the Queen rose and moved closer, well within the boundary that the Fool had danced around him, in fact she moved so close that Sanguine could feel her breath on his neck.<br/><br/>As another shiver, this one of pleasure, ran down his back, Sanguine allowed him to smile his carefree smile for the first time since arriving in the kingdom of Theiri. The Queen mentioned that a hasty execution would be a waste of a man such as himself, something that San had been banking on all along.<br/><br/>“I’m glad to see that my belief in Your Grace’s foresight was not misplaced.” Sanguine smiled, filling his nose with the vibrant aroma of the floral scented Queen. “I hope to see us both benefit greatly from becoming allies.”<br/><br/>Lyssa continued to move closer, whispering promises of gold and women and power for his allegiance. She moved close enough for San to feel the delicate curves of her immaculate body against his. The gentle swell of her bust as she breathed, the soft contours of her toned midsection. He was helpless to prevent his manhood from drawing blood and becoming increasingly aroused within the confines of his baggy pants.<br/><br/>Queen Lyssa went around San, allowing him to feel the firm swell of her hips and even the sensation of her delicate fingers tracing down his thigh, from very high to very low. She offered him a room and told him to stay the night. She even offered up one of her serving girls to be available to tend to his every need or desire.<br/><br/>Of course Sanguine knew what she meant.<br/><br/>The blind assassin could hear the woman’s steps, slow and deliberate, measured from heel to toe that told him that she knew how to sway her hips, but she could have been a horse in high heeled shoes for all San could tell. After being close enough to touch and smell the Queen herself, it would be tough for a mere serving girl to arouse his interest.<br/><br/>“You are both generous and wise, fair one.” Sanguine said, bowing his head. “I am glad to see that the fabled Theiri generosity is not just a myth. I will gladly accept your offer, with deepest thanks. For now I would request only a hot meal and permission for my Sight-Hound to enter the palace. She’s well behaved and means the world to me. As a show of good faith, I would ask that my weapons and gold be brought to my room. Also, it ought to go without saying that my life would surely be forfeit if any of this conference were to make its way back to the Aserits. In this respect, I deeply pray for both Your Grace as well as your court’s discretion.”