Thread: Death is no Friend (Google & JadedDarling)

For Galltan the rest of his afternoon passed by rather painfully, though it was not uncommon for him to take the occasional bruise or scrape in his training with the weapons master who was teaching him how to properly handle himself this was something new entirely. He of course didn't even consider complaining, well aware of the fact that such behavior would likely only make it more painful for him. More then once his instructor had commented that a man had to be able to handle a little bit of pain if they were to be able to win a fight, in a life and death situation it really wasn't possible to take a time out because you were in a little bit of pain, that pain had to be embraced, fought through, and conquered if you wanted to survive the first fight that started to turn against you. Of course Dominic wasn't just being particularly rough in order to impart a lesson, each blow of the dulled blade across the wrist, to the shoulder, and a particularly nasty one to the stomach followed by an elbow in the face, was meant to drive the prince to bed early that night. Oh Dominic might have ordered the young man to spend his night studying up on spear techniques that he wouldn't be familiar with but he also remembered being that age or to be more accurately he remembered the rush of hormones that came with every fresh kill that made him feel young like nothing else, he knew very well that the prince was entirely likely to disobey him and try to slip into his sisters chambers the moment he felt they could get away with it. A harsh lesson well in advance was extremely likely to ensure the young man would be in bed nursing his wounds rather then even considering thinking with his cock. The training went on for several more hours, in the end the prince was bruised and being helped back to his room by several servants who had been instructed to get him something to help with the pain and help him sleep. Dominic had hardly broken a sweat though, dabbing his face off with a white linen towel as he made his way back towards his own chambers. The walk was not a particularly long one but Dominic walked slowly, taking his time, savoring the kill that was soon to come. The anticipation was always one of the best parts before the actual rush of the murder. Dominic had been doing this for well over a century by this point but at no point had it ever become any less enjoyable for him. If anything the pleasure had even grown over time, his taste for it maturing like a fine wine. Oh he could survive by slaying whores and people passing through his lands but the greatest pleasure would come from changing the course of history with his hands wrapped around a slender throat. A little time was spent in his quarters freshening up, as visiting nobility of some standing his chambers were far above the standard though a step down from those of the royal family, a bowl cold water had been laid out for him and a little bit of time was spent using a damp cloth in order to freshen up. In fact he was still freshening up when the knock came at his door. No effort was made to find a fresh shirt, still shirtless and wearing only the leather pants from before when he pulled open the door, greeted by the sight of that lovely little slave he was planning on sampling when he was done with the princess. Why don't you come on in? He asked, suggestive smile in place. I might need a hand picking out something to wear...