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[_goneril_]

Edmund came a calling today. He has been rather indisposed of late. He has been a busy little boy, running around with my sister, enjoying the few talents she has to offer. Not that he realises I know this. Idiot man. Of course I know it. I make it my business to know everything he does. He must think me a complete fool, not to smell her odour upon

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[madmartigan_tm]

Are you absolutely certain you don't want your husband run through with a sword? Or perhaps gelded? I could make it look like an a happy accident.

-Madmartigan, all cleaned up and at her majesty's service should she happen to require me anytime soon

[_goneril_]

My husband? That man was hardly my husband.

[madmartigan_tm]

Man, what man? I didn't see any man... I didn't hear anything at all...

Madmartigan decides pleading ignorance is the best defense... and he does it so well, Sorsha once told him.

I merely sensed that your most gracious majesty seemed a trifle... upset about something and supposed your husband was to blame. Husbands often are.

Which is another thing Sorsha told him quite often.

[_goneril_]

Don't be an idiot. I saw you standing in the doorway.

[madmartigan_tm]

And here I was thinking that you were hoping I WAS an idiot to better suit your purpose. My mistake, your majesty.

Madmartigan inclines his head in respect.

[_goneril_]

I am not my father, Madmartigan. You do not need to be a fool to entertain me. You simply need to know your place and be willing to remain within it.

[madmartigan_tm]

The 'remaining in place' will likely be the hardest part, Madmartigan thinks. Throughout his life commitment to one particular situation over a long period of time has always been the most difficult thing to accomplish.

I am at your majesty's debt. Whenever you chose to set me a task you'll receive my finest efforts.

Well aware that Goneril might not be in the mood to deal with him at the moment, Madmartigan is poised to either withdraw and explore the surrounding area or accept orders from his new liege lady.

[_goneril_]

Oh, don't look so concerned. I ask no commitment from you, no promises. Why should I bind you to me? If you were to leave I have another dozen to replace you. I only expect your obedience while you remain loyal to me, and to understand that when your loyalty wavers I will not afford you further protection and you will be treated like any of my enemies.

But if in this moment you choose to serve me, then that would please me.

[madmartigan_tm]

Madmartigan's chin lifts high and his back straightens. His usual, semi-casual manner vanishes.

My loyalty, once given, does not 'waver', your majesty... save when it is discarded... and even then... I returned to Galladoorn when summoned.

His smile returns just as suddenly as it disappeared.

Nor would you find another dozen like me easily. You've yet to see a demonstration of any of my talents... all of which were legendary in the world I came from.

Have you any orders for me, most beautiful and masterful majesty?

[_goneril_]

Goneril is extremely amused by this show of pride. The pride of men always amazes her. She has seen so many sacrifice their lives and the lives of those they love for it.

I ask how you think you could please me, Madmartigan?

[madmartigan_tm]

I doubt you've any castles you want stormed at the moment, and you've yet to mention anyone you want either trounced or killed... and you certainly didn't bring me here to fetch drinks or sew frocks for you...

Madmartigan's smile grows wicked.

...but if perhaps your courtier failed to live up to your expections for entertainment... I might demonstrate my admiration for upon your lovely skin... your most beautiful majesty.

[_goneril_]

Perhaps you could do that... *smiles sweetly*

I am waiting, Madmartigan.

[madmartigan_tm]

As you wish.

Madmartigan closes the distance between himself and Goneril. The temptation is there to grab and plunder after so long alone, but he chooses to move slowly and carefully at first to avoid getting kicked out on his ass. Easing around and slightly behind Goneril's shoulder, Madmartigan gently brushes aside a long fall of dark hair, lifting it away. His first kiss is dusted down the nape side of Goneril's throat and onto her shoulder. His free hand slides down the curve of her waist to her hip and across Goneril's body, pulling her close.

You taste like the dark of the night, your majesty, he whispers against her skin.

[_goneril_]

Goneril allows her hand to caress his face before finding a place in his long and unruly hair. She then leans back onto the couch pulling Madmartigan after her, on top of her.

[madmartigan_tm]

Goneril's skin is softer than anything Madmartigan has felt in a very long time. Not completely trusting the texture of his hands not to bruise her, he concentrates instead on brushing kisses over her forehead, down the line of her nose and across her full lips.

Madmartigan's knees are planted on either side of Goneril's hips. He's got her pinned to the couch by kneeling on her clothing.

ooc: sorry, had to call it a night at 1AM last night

[_goneril_]

Goneril is impatient.

"For the sake of what little patience I have, man, I wont bloody break." She exclaims.