A Forgotten Hero
Part II
Part II
”They are arriving.” Varian said as he stood leaning up against the cold stone, looking out the window as tents began to be set up for the minor clergy arriving. It was easy to spot who would be staying in the fortress and who would be sleeping in a tent. For all their forsaking of worldly goods they sure dressed like dukes and princes, donations taken from the poor and going straight into the clergy’s pockets. Not that Varian cares, well at least not until they start causing him troubles such as now after this damned pamphlets.
“When Your Majesty commands, no man can refuse.” The Duke said making Varian chuckle as they looked out. There was one particularly well dressed mage, must have been from Azeratii by the looks of it, pompous ass. The duke shook his head, leaning on his canes as his grandson and heir stood behind the King and his grandfather. The boy was about ten with brown hair and blue eyes, who stood straight and did his best to look down on the spiritual lord that the two others stared at.
“Well said.” Varian responded as he turned and walked over towards a chair and looked at himself in the mirror before sitting down. His beard had grown and it was about time that he needed a shave, having to meet with the clergy in the morning then it was as good a time as any. Thomas, Varian’s head groom turned to his right where a younger groom stood, a piece of cloth over his arm as he held a box that Thomas opened. He took out a small brush and dipped it into a cream before smearing it over Varian’s cheeks, chin and throat.
Varian’s eyes looked over the spears hanging on the walls, the bows, the swords, the knifes, all of them shining the reflection of the sun back down at him. “I have a treaty I want you to review, its with Queen Nienna and all of my councilors are dismayed at the troops provided, I want your opinion on it, your honest opinion.” Varian said as he turned his head slightly to the side, looking at the old duke who sat down next to him, relieving the pain in his knees.
“I shall be swift as the wind, Your Majesty, you shall have my evaluation before you even know.” The duke responded, making his grandson roll his eyes and look up at him.
“With any luck it shall be before the Dark One rises again.” The child said, making the group laugh as Thomas let the blade glide gently over Varian’s skin. It was at this time that a knock came on the door, and in walked a beautiful woman clad in furs.
This made the old man stand up with a smile on his face while looking towards Valria while his grandson helped him up on his feet from the chair. Varian motion for her to come nearer, as he sat looking into the ceiling.
Valria did just that, bowing as she entered the room before walking over towards Varian. “Your highness...I hope that I am not interrupting,” she said as she looked at the other men in the room.
“It’s fine.” He said as the old man began to bow before Varian raised his hand, “I look forward to your report.” He said before the old man nodded, and the younger one doing an over enthusiastic bow as well, turning around as they slowly left the room, the old man taking his time with the cane. Varian looked at Valria with a smile before he looked back up at Thomas, nodding, commanding him to leave as well as the king stood up from the chair. “I'm glad you came.”
“Of course,” she replied quickly, looking over her shoulder, then back at him. “Who was that?”
“The duke and his grandson and heir.” He said as he picked up the blade and began running over the left side of his chin which was still covered with foam.
Valria’s cheeks reddened slightly. “So...this is his castle then? What a poor first impression.” She smiled at Varian. “I must admit that I did not expect to be called by you so soon.”
“Yes.” He simply said as he looked at his reflection while cleaning the blade before he began running it over his left cheek. “I can't.” he simply said, “And I won't.”
“Pardon me?” Valria questioned, tilting her head in confusion.
He turned to her with a frown, “I can't ask your husband for permission.”
Valria frowned as well, crossing her arms as she looked at him sadly. “But...you had promised.”
“And I regret that now.” He said as he turned back to the mirror, continuing to shave as he looked at her reflection. “I can't go to a baron, no not just a baron, I can't go to any man and ask, heck beg for any such thing. Don't you see how humiliating that is?”
“I don’t…” Valria’s frown grew as she furrowed her brow. “It would be even more humiliating for him if you don’t!”
Varian sighed as looked down for a moment, before back up as he continued to shave. “I will not and I cannot go to him, or any of my subjects and beg for his permission.” Damn obvious as well, how could she not have seen that coming.
“So what are we to do?” She asked, sounding unsure as she shifted from one foot to the other nervously.
“That is entirely your choice.” He said as he finished shaving and looked towards her as he leaned against the table, spots of foam still on his cheeks. “I want you all the same as before, but I cannot degrade.”
“You would not need to beg,” she insisted quickly, “I’m sure if you merely explained...he would consent.”
He just shook his head, “I cannot do that, I cannot just go to him to ask for his blessing.”
“But I cannot just...do that to him!” She pouted, walking around the table. As she passed him he took her hand into his and just looked at her doubtfully. Valria frowned, looking down and away rather than meeting his eyes. “It is not that I do not want to...can you do nothing for him?” She asked pleadingly.
He pulled her closer into his embrace as his finger circled her neck, “I have heard rumours that his son is ambitious, I could offer him a position, see them rise out of their station.”
Valria’s frown improved, but only slightly, leaning against Varian. “He will hate me when he hears about it…”
Varian frowned as his hand went slightly further down and began undoing the laces to her dress. “You know him best, what does he desire most?”
She shook her head slowly. “I do not know him so well as I should your highness. He never seemed to want for much of anything.”
He took a hold of the fur cloak, before ripping the broach off and letting it fall to the floor. “Then why are you so sure he will hate you?”
“Because I am his wife! Betraying him before the entire court! How could he not?” Valria said, sighing heavily as she looked down at her cloak.
“He will gain influence and power, which his other family would very much welcome.” Varian said as he placed a finger under her chin and raised it up so that their eyes met. “And it is not as if he cares for your pleasure now.” He said with a playful grin.
“He did allow me to go to Azeratii…” She stated quietly, much less argumentative with Varian’s hand on her skin.
He spun her around, “That he did.” He said as he place his hand roughly over her throat, the other hand going over to table and picking up an object which she soon felt as the coldness of the blade against her spine as he cut open the back of her dress.
Valria shivered. “He did once,” she said between breaths. “...I have not hated it.” She stopped, the thoughts crossing her mind before finally speaking up “I… alright…”