Issue #26- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Cigar smoke hangs in the stuffy room as the men linger over their brandy in Lord Rayvenwing`s walnut paneled study. Erick lounges in a large leather chair beside the hearth, listening and nodding where appropriate but his mind is back on the charming daughter of Sir Malcolm Darkvale.

Dominatria her name was and just thinking of the rendezvous planned for later with the newly presented redhead was making him harder than the fire poker Brun was jostling the logs with. Their whispered dinner conversation had been ripe with sexual innuendo then the minx had brushed her gloved fingers against his…..

“Don`t you agree Rayvenwing?”

Erick starts mentally at the sound of his name.”I`m sorry Mortius old man, must have been woolgathering,” he replies lifting his snifter to his lips while crossing one long muscular leg over the other.

“Quite alright,” the portly leader of the realm`s largest mortis coven states.”We were inquiring as to your thoughts about Mikel`s irrational decisions,” the warlock informs him.

Erick nods his head sadly sitting his snifter to the dark wooden stand beside the master`s chair.

”Who can say what madness was coursing through my cousin`s mind? The ‘tastes’ of Alak Helvit`tar would have indeed swayed the Echelon. Mayhap he sought to keep May free of such distasteful news of her father coming to the public light?” Erick theorizes to his guests as he comes to his highly polished boots.”I find little reason in Mikel`s actions nor do I care what spurred him to act in such a deplorable manner. I DO though find I miss the company of the ladies so shall we my good friends?” Erick inquires motioning to the portal as Dominatria`s sire smiles widely across the handsome study at him.

“Yes the ladies will be refreshed by now I should think,” Sir Malcolm says handing his snifter off to Brun.”I dare say it seems my daughter held your fascination throughout the courses Rayvenwing!”

The men fall into chortles as Erick cocks a dark brow in a very knowing manner then nods in agreement.

“She is indeed a lovely thing. I pray you will allow me the honor of coming to call in the future?”

“Why don`t you simply track her down after the ceremony tomorrow eve?” Mortius inquires as he tosses his cigar into the fireplace. Erick falters and several pairs of eyes move to stare at the young sorcerer questioningly.

“The ceremony! Yes! How foolish of me to let that slip my mind!” Erick hurries to cover the blunder.”Apparently Miss Dominatria befuddled my brain as well as my loins!”

That ribald comment eases the assembled peerage as the males snicker and hurry to drain their snifters.

“It`s our turn to host the reaffirmation circle,” Sir Malcolm hurries to explain.” Dominatria will be serving the formal tea that follows as part of her coming out duties!”

“Wonderful! I look forward it!” Erick smiles at them.” Bloodletting and tea served by a beauty! What more could a sorcerer want?”