A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 671 Lady Blackthorn and the Pendragon Princess - Part 6

"You know Lord Blackthorn will not turn you down," Lancelot said, "he is your Pillar now. A retainer. He would not refuse, despite personal preference."

"I am counting on it," Asabel said, "whilst I do not delight in forcing my retainers to do anything, on this occasion, I might allow my authority to slip over just a little bit, providing he isn't too heartily against it. If he were to be... I'm not sure I would wish to overrule him. The both of you understand that, don't you?"

"I do," Oliver said. "I'll be satisfied regardless. I understand that you have much going on as of late. I hesitate to put something else like this on your plate."

"I understand as well..." Blackthorn said slowly, though it was clear that she wouldn't be able to deal with refusal from the intensity of the look in her eye. This was her opportunity to prove herself in a military capacity before she came of age.

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"No doubt this will cause another fracture in our relationship with the High King," Lancelot pointed out. "I hope it's worth it, my Lady."

"It is," Asabel assured him. "Oliver finally agreed to an official alliance, though I'm not sure what to make of the fact that he did it for a woman... Perhaps we've made a contract with something of a scoundrel?"

"You finally realize?" Lancelot said.

He'd noted it the last time they'd met. There was no dismissing it. She might have been surviving aptly enough, but it did not change the fact that it was Oliver who had played a hand in saddling her with the great burden that she now carried.

He'd heard the estrangement that it had caused between her and her family. Only through a passing comment Verdant had delivered – he didn't know the specifics – but even that had sounded bad enough. It didn't bear thinking about how distressing the actual interactions might have been.

Just before he fell into a river of even deeper thought, Asabel seemed to remember their earlier agreement.

"Ah! I'd almost forgotten," she said, glancing at the clock. "Before it gets too late, I had better check up on Oliver, see if we can find out what's wrong with him."

"He got like that before, when he'd defeated the Boulder Crab," Verdant said. "An uncharacteristic exhaustion. To see it occur twice worries me."

"And it worries me," Asabel assured him. "Do you have a room, Verdant? It would be better for me to do it in private. It would also give me a chance to speak to him. Ah, it makes me miss the balcony of my room. I've only been away from it for an hour, but there are fewer places better for a private talk."

"I'm afraid I lack for a balcony," Verdant said apologetically, "though the study should suffice. I do believe that the fire has already been lit in there... is that right, Thomas?"

"Indeed, Master Idris," the retainer Thomas replied. "The fire was lit in there an hour ago in anticipation of any party needing a private conference. It should be well warmed by now."

"Ah, as ever, you see far further ahead than the rest of us, Verdant," Asabel said, almost sighing at having been predicted quite so easily.