Savage Scheming

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 31st March 2019

Characters: Bryvin, Yriadha
Description: Bryvin and Yriadha plan
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 10, day 17 of Turn 9
Notes: Takes place after "Ambitious Nugget"

Bryvin

Yriadha

The knock on her door roused her from a light doze and Yriadha sat up
groggily; her first thought that it was Pifer yet again and she
debated whether or not to answer at all. Preparing to verbally rip the
skinny little understeward into shreds, she rose, pulled on her robe
and strode to the door, yanking it open. "Pifer if I have to see you
one more time..." Her voice stopped immediately as noticed the man was
not who she had suspected. "My Lord?"

"Headwoman," he said as a drudge passed behind him. His eyebrow lifted
a fraction and he stepped into her parlor bidding her close the door
with his eyes.

She did close the door quickly behind him and tugged her robe tighter
around her. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. "Pifer, I
assume?" Her arms crossed over her chest. "He's sloppy, my Lord. I
knew the moment he handed me my message that he had melted the wax to
open it. I hope that who ever else you have watching me is at least
more discreet."

His lips tilted and he shook his head. "I didn't set him to watch you,
he did that all on his own. And you're right." He snorted and walked
to one of the chairs by the fire. "He is as transparent as water." He
was sure Yriadha would understand the man's motivation to get his wife
ahead at the Hold.

"So," he said as he sat. "Are you still of the same mind where Stenlis
is concerned?"

"He's a fool and his wife isn't as good as he thinks she is, or as
loyal as he believes." Yriadha's biting reply was cold. "A few days of
scrubbing burned pots might put her back in her place." She watched as
he sat at her table, but didn't join him. Her back stiff, Yriadha
rubbed her arms. "Of course I am, my Lord." There was only a hint of
the burning hatred of the man that so constantly roiled in her stomach
now and a fist clenched against her side. "Why would I not be?"

"Beauty," he said and reached out a hand to her. "I didn't come here
to upset you. I came here to plan."

She slowly stepped forward, her hand unclenching to carefully take
his. "I know, Bryvin." She swallowed. "But I hate him. I hate the
mention of him. All I can see and feel and dream about is what he did
to me. It makes me sick. His presumption makes me sick. I am yours, my
Lord, I will never be his." She took a hard breath, calming herself
with effort, but her hand tightened on his for a brief moment. "A
plan. What sort of plan?"

"His end," he said simply with a raised brow. "How much do you want to
know? What you don't know, you can't tell."

At his words, satisfaction gleamed in her eyes along with an eagerness
for what he suggested. "Everything." she replied firmly. "I would know
everything."

"First of all, do you think Polson is big enough to pass as Stenlis in
the man's clothes?"

She frowned, thinking of the large man, mentally comparing his size to
that of Stenlis'. "Yes. I think. He may be a bit more narrow at the
waist, and maybe a bit in the shoulder too, but from a distance, if he
had a short beard, perhaps."

"Good," he nodded. "After he comes here, he'll never leave." He
looked into her eyes. "Polson will be seen as Stenlis leaving without
you and Stenlis will visit a pit in the ruins."

"And then what?" Her gaze turned back to him, the dark eyes blazing
with barely fire. She turned away, releasing his hand to bring her own
up in claws that seemed ready to rake down flesh. She spoke through
her teeth. "I want to slice his manhood into strips and shove it
down his throat while he's still breathing."

Bryvin's eyes lit and his mouth curved. "So vicious my beauty," he
said. "I like it."

She spun to face him, eyes lighting up with anticipation. "Then I can?
A piece at a time? I want him to suffer."

"Oh he'll suffer as much as you want but think, if you do that it
should be at the end, because he'll bleed to death." Bryvin said more
seriously. "I've seen it happen."

Her head lifted and one could see her imagination working as she
considered all the ways that Stenlis _could_ suffer. Her plan could
wait until the end. A smile of satisfaction slid over her face at the
ideas flicking through her mind and she shivered with anticipation.
"Good. It can wait then." Her eyes narrowed. "A thick wooden rod
rounded at the end. I'll need that. Then _he_ can feel what it's
like." She snarled at the memory and then shuddered with a rough
swallow, looking away. "I hate him. I hate him more than I've ever
hated anyone."

To tell her she was lovely when she was angry was cliche, yet it was
true none the less. Bryvin wanted her right then and there but he
doubted she was ready for that yet. So, he just smiled. "Good," he
said.

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