Thread: Under the Thumb of a Tyrant (Valanaer x Swagbeast)

Even as he was in the room Ammon began to remove her clothing, a sight that Cain was sure he would never forget. There beautiful sight before him was almost shocking, how one woman was as gifted as Ammon was baffling and somewhat irritating as it gave her another type of power of people, the kind of power a seductress uses to get men but more innate. Cain just stared at her, no real shame in it as she had no shame in stripping in his presence. Each tattoo and brand added another layer of beauty, perhaps not for everyone but Cain had always found such things attractive, the designs etched on the flesh appealing in their own way. It was only when Ammon began to speak that he came back to attention, his eyes going from her body to her face again, a section that was no less beautiful but less tempting than the rest of her, especially when Cain thought about what he had just endured at her behest. He accepted the honey bread she soon offered, having to do his best not to shove it down his gullet and instead only nibble on it even with his insatiable hunger. Pirates are not hard people to convince, I am sure if we give them even a hint of future earnings they will accept a meager token at this point. Of course their are other ways to tame such people but I will speak to you of those in the morn, for tonight I do not wish to disturb your sleep... With that Cain gave a small nod, taking one last look at the beautiful woman laying on the bed before turning and leaving the room wanting to smack himself for the thoughts he had in his last moments in the room as he looked at her, thoughts he did not like having. His body soon reminded him that there were more important things to worry about in the form of stomach rumbling. He left the cathedral and went back to his tent, getting a few awkward looks as he walked down the path from some of the men, no doubt surprised that he was back, although some had looks of envy on their faces. He ignored them, arriving at his tent where his quarters were just as he left them, even the bottle of whiskey was still sitting there open. It took him a bit but he settled his stomach, eating what he had in the tent, and then after a few hours of laying on the bed thinking sleep followed. Cain didn't stay asleep for long though, the rest of Ammon's bed having given him enough sleep, or at least his body woke him as usual to get back to his regular routine. He slid out of bed and went over to the small chest that contained his clothes, a fresh set being long overdue, as was a bath but that could wait until they stopped at a town or had a bit more time to sit around. For the moment he simply put on some new brown cloth pants and white cloth shirt, simple and cheap but it was soon covered with his armor, a light set of scale mail armor, a simple silver with golden trim. It was perfect for his style of combat, allowed great maneuverability and provided good defense. When he was sure it was all on properly he walked out of his tent, the sun barely up and the men only just waking. They all looked over at Cain and he was like a man reborn, his usual confidence back and with him in his armor it was obvious that he was ready for whatever came. Of course he planned on going to the council meeting, invited or not, but for now he walked outside to show people that he was not about to back down just because of his absence.