Glokta found that he was almost smiling as he watched the ugly scene. I may be crippled, and hideous, and in constant pain, but the humiliation of beautiful women is one pleasure I can still enjoy. I do it now with threats and violence, instead of with soft words and entreaties, but still. Almost as much fun as it ever was.
One of the Practicals forced a canvas bag over Shaleres head, turning her cries to muffled sobs, then marched her helplessly across the room. The other stayed where he was for a moment, keeping the queen herded into the corner. Then he backed off towards the door. On his way he picked up the chair he had moved and carefully put it back exactly as he had found it.
Curse you! Terez screeched, her clenched fists trembling as the door clicked shut and left the two of them alone. Curse you, you twisted bastard! If you harm her
It will not come to that. Because you have the means of her deliverance well within your grasp.
The queen swallowed, chest heaving. What must I do?
Fuck. The word somehow sounded twice as ugly in the beautiful surroundings. And bear children. I will give the Countess seven days in the darkness, unmolested. If, at the end of that time, I do not hear that you have set the kings cock on fire every night, I will introduce her to my Practicals. Poor fellows. They get so little exercise. Ten minutes each should do the trick, but there are plenty of them, in the House of Questions. I daresay we can keep your childhood friend quite busy night and day.
A spasm of horror passed over Terez face. And why not? This is a low chapter even for me. If I do as you ask?
Then the Countess will be kept quite safe and sound. Once you are verifiably with child, I will return her to you. Things can be as they are now, during the period of your confinement. Two boys, as heirs, two girls, to marry off, and we can be done with one another. The king can find his entertainment elsewhere.
But, that will take years!
You could get it done in three or four, if you really ride him hard. And you might find it makes everyones lives easier if you at least pretend to enjoy it.
Pretend? she breathed.
The more you seem to like it, the quicker it will be over. The cheapest whore on the docks can squeal for her coppers when the sailors stick her. Are you telling me you cannot squeal for the king of the Union? You offend my patriotic sensibilities! Uh! he gasped, rolling his eyes in a parody of ecstasy. Ah! Yes! Just there! Dont stop! He curled his lip at her. You see? Even I can do it! A liar of your experience should have no difficulty.
Her teary eyes darted round the room, as though she were looking for some way out. But there is none. The noble Arch Lector Glokta, protector of the Union, great heart of the Closed Council, paragon of the gentlemanly virtues, displays his flair for politics and diplomacy. He felt some tiny stirring within him as he watched her wretched desperation, some negligible flutter in his guts. Guilt, perhaps? Or indigestion? It hardly matters which, I have learned my lesson. Pity never works for me.
He took one more slow step forward. Your Majesty, I hope you fully understand the alternative.
She nodded, and wiped her eyes. Then she proudly raised up her chin. I will do as you ask. Please, I beg of you, do not hurt her please
Please, please, please. Many congratulations, your Eminence. You have my word. I will see the Countess has only the best of treatment. He licked gently at the sour gaps in his teeth. And you will do the same with your husband.
Jezal sat in the darkness. He watched the fire dance in the great hearth, and he thought about what might have been. He thought about it with some bitterness. All the paths his life could have taken, and he had ended up here. Alone.
He heard hinges creaking. The small door that connected to the queens bedchamber crept slowly open. He had never bothered to lock it, from his side. He had not foreseen any circumstance under which she would ever want to use it. Some error of etiquette that he had made, no doubt, for which she could not wait even until morning to admonish him.
He stood up, quickly, stupidly nervous.
Terez stepped through the shadowy doorway. She looked so different that at first he hardly recognised her. Her hair was loose, she wore only her shift. She looked humbly towards the ground, her face in darkness. Her bare feet padded across the boards, across the thick carpet towards the fire. She seemed very young, suddenly. Young and small, weak and alone. He watched her, mostly confused, somewhat scared, but also, as she came closer and the firelight caught the shape of her body, ever so slightly aroused.
Terez, my he fumbled for the word. Darling scarcely seemed to cover it. Nor did love. Worst enemy might have, but it hardly would have helped matters. Can I
She cut him off, as ever, but not with the tirade he was expecting. Im sorry for the way that I have treated you. For the things that I have said you must think me
There were tears in her eyes. Actual tears. He would hardly have believed until that moment that she could cry. He took a hurried step or two towards her, one hand out, no idea of what to do. He had never dared to hope for an apology, and certainly not one so earnestly and honestly delivered.
I know, he stuttered, I know Im not what you wanted in a husband. Im sorry for that. But Im as much a prisoner in this as you are. I only hope that perhaps we can make the best of it. Perhaps we might find a way to care for one another? We have no one else, either of us. Please, tell me what I have to do
Shhhh. She touched one finger to his lips, looking into his eyes, one half of her face glowing orange from the fire, the other half black with shadow. Her fingers worked through his hair and drew him towards her. She kissed him, gently, awkwardly, almost, their lips brushing, then pressing clumsily together. He slid one hand round behind her neck, under her ear, his thumb stroking at her smooth cheek. Their mouths worked mechanically, accompanied by the soft squeak of breath in his nose, the gentle squelch of spit moving. Hardly the most passionate kiss he had ever enjoyed, but it was a great deal more than he had ever expected to get from her. There was a pleasant tingling building in his crotch as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
He ran his other palm down her back, feeling the bumps of her spine under his fingers. He grunted softly as he slid his hand over her arse, down the side of her thigh then up between her legs, the hem of her shift gathering round his wrist. He felt her shudder, felt her flinch, and bite her lip in shock, it seemed, or even in disgust. He jerked his hand back, and they broke apart, both looking at the floor. Im sorry, he muttered, inwardly cursing his eagerness. I
No. Its my fault. Im not experienced with men Jezal blinked for a moment, then almost smiled at a surge of relief. Of course. Now everything was clear. She was so assured, so sharp, it had never even occurred to him that she might be a virgin. It was simple fear that made her tremble so. Fear of disappointing him. He felt a rush of sympathy.
Dont worry, he murmured it softly, stepping forward and taking her in his arms. He felt her stiffen, no doubt with nervousness, and he gently stroked her hair. I can wait we dont have to not yet.
No. She said it with a touching determination, looking him fearlessly in the eye. No. We do.
She dragged her shift up and over her head, let it drop to the floor. She came close to him, took hold of his wrist, guided it back to her thigh, then upwards.
Ah, she whispered, urgent and throaty, her lips brushing his cheek, her breath hot in his ear. Yes just there dont stop. She led him breathless to the bed.