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When Karen was ten years old she watched a six-fingered nobleman kill her mother.

When Karen was ten years old, she swore revenge.

Karen spent twelve long years training, learning, practicing, fighting. She became the finest blade in the known world, second to none. She dueled for money to live, and drank more of it than she ought to have. She drank to pass the time and drown her dreams. She searched, endlessly, for the six-fingered nobleman who had murdered her mother.

She could not find him anywhere.

A man approached her for a job. This was not unusual. Many people came to her with jobs, offering money, drink, horses, their bodies, in payment. She took what she liked and let them keep what she did not want, or what she deemed they could not afford to lose. She killed, she maimed, she intimidated. She told herself it was justice, she was the woman with the blade. But she was not blindfolded, she could see, oh she could see, and it was only the drink that made her forget momentarily what she had seen.

The man offered her money, lots of money, and said it would be a simple job. A simple kidnapping, a few days, and more money than she’d had in months.

Karen accepted.

Karen regretted it before too long.

Leeland claimed to be working for some mysterious benefactor, a higher power, who had approached him to handle this delicate matter. He had acquired a powerful fighter named Nobu for his strength, a pair of Russian brothers for their ruthlessness, and Karen for her abilities with a sword. Three, Leeland had promised, would be more than enough to subdue and carry off the king and queen’s helpless common-born consort.

Karen and Nobu got along far better with each other than with the others. They disliked the Russians equally, and distrusted Leeland equally. They respected each other as warriors with codes, and shared drinks in the evenings as they discussed their fates of falling in with such dregs.

“This might start a war,” Nobu said one night. “This kidnapping.”

Karen shrugged. “Wars come and go. I need to find the six-fingered nobleman before he dies in some war. He needs to die by my blade, no one else’s.” Karen slammed back another glass.

“Indeed. And I wish you only success in that venture,” Nobu glanced across the inn, where Leeland was drinking alone and the Russians were carousing with a group. “I believe our employer will not be overly considerate with our lives. We are expendable to him, pawns to be discarded when the sacrifice is deemed more profitable than the risk of saving us. Be careful on this mission. I would hate to see your vengeance go unfulfilled.”

Karen did not rankle at his words, as she would have from any other person. He was giving her advice as a fellow warrior, not as a man to a woman he deemed helpless. “Thank you,” she said, and meant it.

Nobu toasted her, and they began their nightly ritual of rhyming couplets. He was teaching her Japanese and she was teaching him Spanish. Their intertwined poetry was atrocious, but it kept them sane during the long nights of avoiding Leeland and the Russians.

Foggy had grown to love riding.

Life in the castle was … not exactly confining, but restrictive. There were so many official functions to attend, preparations to undergo, rehearsals to rehearse. Foggy had to learn how to bow, whom to bow to, and when, and that was only the beginning. Hundreds of forks were whisked past him until he could identify each by their function and pick them up properly. Seas of fabric were draped around him until he had a wardrobe of every shade. Delegations of tutors instructed him in every political custom of every dignitary who would be attending the official joining ceremony.

And then there was his king and queen. Wilson was often busy with official duties himself, though he tried his best to attend dinner every evening even that was often missed. Vanessa, just as busy as her husband, made time for Foggy. She would pull him away from the linguistics tutor or the chief cook or the bevy of seamstresses and reel him into her private chambers. There, they would examine displays of artworks gifted to her by the nobility of the world.

Eventually, after exhausting her collection, she would lead Foggy to her bed. Wilson would join them, on every occasion, even if it was only to watch from a nearby chair. More often than not he was in the bed beside them, caressing them gently with his huge hands. The favored position of their royal highnesses was to pin Foggy between their bodies,

As the weeks continued, Vanessa waited for signs of a child growing within her. None came, but it was early yet.

Foggy did not love them. He felt a fondness for Vanessa, found pleasure in her company and in pleasing her in bed. Wilson was more difficult for Foggy, fiercely protective of Vanessa and Foggy but harsh with others. Foggy had seen Wilson condemn one of his subjects to death without so much as a flicker of remorse, watched him transition from the throne room to his private chambers without a hint of what he had done not half an hour ago.

So, riding.

Foggy had ridden horses in the village growing up, and he had seldom been alone then. Matt’s arms had been wrapped around his waist nine times out of ten. Foggy’s solitary rides through the kingdom were a faint echo of those rides. He sometimes felt that Matt was with him still, could pretend for an instant that Matt’s arms were around him once more.

Matt was dead at the bottom of the ocean, killed by the Dread Pirate Roberts.

Foggy had persuaded Wilson to place a bounty on Roberts, a staggering sum, for the pirate dead or alive. He knew Matt would have been horrified, but Foggy did not see the point of his new position if he could not indulge himself just a little.

He spent almost all of his influence on helping the poor, the sick, the elderly, the orphaned children and the wounded war veterans. Wilson’s subjects loved Foggy, were starting to bring their grievances to him instead of the King or Queen. It was flattering, and staggering. Foggy endeavored to handle their cases with care and fairness.

Still, to stay sane, Foggy had to make time for himself, away from the palace if possible. He still cooked, cut meat and assisted in the kitchens when possible, but he could sense that his time there was drawing to a close. So riding was what was left to him. It was a fine occupation for a consort. He didn’t even need to travel with guards, as his rides took him through isolated areas of the kingdom and his steed was faster than any in the land.

Foggy thought on these rides. He thought about Matt. He thought about his butcher shop, now in the hands of one of his cousins. He thought about his old customers and their families. He thought about Vanessa and Wilson and having children with them. He thought about fatherhood, or rather, the process of raising children who were of his flesh and blood but not his by right of law. He thought about his future.

The seaside was his usual goal. A few hours from the castle, the bluffs provided an excellent view and a spot to rest his horse before returning to the castle.

An odd assortment was waiting for him one day. They consisted of a smiling man, a man garbed all in red, a pair of scowling men covered in tattoos, and a woman with a sword at her hip.

“Are you lost?” he asked. They were far from any town or village.

“Not at all, consort,” the smiling man said. He turned to the others. “Take him.”

Foggy was seized, something struck the back of his head, and darkness overtook him.

omg, Karen. This is perfect!!

Cliffhanger-! *flails* omg more please!!!

Op: SCREAMS. this continues to be perfect and more than I could have hoped for. Thank you!!

Please tell me that this is going to be updated soon. I just found it and I love it so much that I'm practically glittering.

If this stays a WIP I'm gonna cry
It's so good ugh

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