Thread: The Lady in Waiting (Lady Bloody Ava & Greeneyed23)

That night William got to work again. First John and Micheal attended dinner with the Degan's and naturally talk turned to business, though the Degan's did not admit to losing a day's profit or to slaying nine Lock men, they did make it clear they would back the Granger brothers if these two would give up on their intentions for Rose Benedict. Of course both men did so and after much wine managed to convince Lord Degan and his sons to join the two in examining the Degan's books. Micheal began to go over figures and quite idly, or so it seemed, give his advice to increase profit. First were a number of market ideas that would triple outflow of product but lessen purchasing to a fraction of what it was now. The Degan's were of course thrilled at the prospect and began to discuss plans of how to implement them. In this way the conversation eventually lead to the Locks who would of course simply copy the Degan's to increase their own profits. So wipe them out. What was that Micheal? Micheal smiled. Simple. You develop a market for something necessary such as buying all the smithies within fifty miles. Then you first lower prices so you gain extra business to increase profit. Then you slowly increase price. But in that time you refuse to deal with the Locks. At all. Unless they pay ten times the usual price. They will either pay or import what they need. When that happens you buy away their smiths. Leave them with nothing. Eventually they will go bakrupt just trying to get hold of the simple things like horseshoes, knives...swords. Such things are actually rather easy. All you have to do to get a laborer to switch sides is make him think he will get the better deal and he will be safe. You have guards. You have the better locations...' The Degan men looked at each other smirking while Lilah stood in the hall outside the library grinning to herself. Poor Jessica....' Poor Jessica indeed. YES!! YES!!! YES!!! Jessica Lock moaned in the deepest pleasure as Erik Granger continued to thrust into her. William had sent Erik to distract the young viper while he spoke to the father and brothers, in the council's library, about business opportunities and very vague but also definite offers of aid for revenge upon the Degan's should the Lock's wish it. So while Gregory sat in his favorite tavern enjoying how everyone refused to go within six feet of him, Erik rutted with the young lovely, Micheal, John, and William inflamed the formerly cold financial war into a full blown battle to the death between the two families, Rose slept, Tia dozed in and out in her barrel, Rallon lay asleep in his tent about to be stirred by dawn and the thunder of trumpets, another would be power in the city of York entered his manor on the edge of the city. Prince John was far from the man his brother was, but he tried to make up for that by being twice as brutal, twice as cruel, and ten times as corrupt as any ruler before him. That was not even to mention his many vices. He had a pair of local wenches pleasure him then had them thrown out in the nude after being used by his men all while watching the manor house belonging to Rose Benedict. Soon my dear Rose. You shall be mine. Poor Rose was surrounded by danger, corruption, and perversion and those who did not blind themselves to such things worried for her very soul. Father Patrick Garson, having seen all of this, heard even more, and guessing at what else remained, went to Rose's manor at dawn, after a night of prayer. A man who had known her all her life, having christened her himself, having approved of the match between her and the good Rallon, Father Patrick could not let the poor child face such things alone. Unfortunately for the good priest he was seen. Just as he turned onto the street leading to Rose's street a runaway carriage, spurred by burs under the horse's harnesses, ran him down crushing the life out of him. His assistant, the young monk Brother Verius, watched in horror and seeing no other refuge, fled to the manor his mentor had intended to visit carrying with him a letter of warning from the priest to Rose. It named no names but at the same time made quite clear who and how she was threatened. Brother Verius was inconsolable sobbing for his friend and mentor refusing to speak to anyone. One of the other knights of the household spoke. If the Grangers keep killing and Master Rallon does not return soon we are going to turn into a refugee camp.