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Gail

'There is nothing better than a friend.'- Charles Dickens

I'm pacing my room, my best sword, Giselda Rosalina, in my hand, when Dain decides to burst in wielding a bottle of Gin, and cursing like a sailor. I sigh, and slump back in the conveniently placed leather chair, and watch him over the horizontal rim of my sword.

"She's a fucking cocktease. You know that I need to fuck when I'm this horny." He splutters out, his dark hair wildly tussled, and his odd stare is narrowed. He looks ready to pound himself into the nearest wall with frustration.

I chuckle, I can't help it. "Well unfortunately I'm not your type." I say, amused.

"She's a prude." He snarls, completely ignoring me. I feel a twinge of resentment when he says this, not for me, but for the blonde haired girl, the brief glance of her beauty, soft green eyes, and the rosebud lips, and the high blush, the creamy skin, who's been pulled out of her home and forced into this cold, dark castle just for eating a bunch of pomegranates. Fucking tough love.

I don't know her at all and I pity her.

I turn Giselda in my hands around a couple of times, leaning my elbows on the chair handles, all the while looking up at Hades. He's calmed down, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "She's not a prude. She's tired. And upset. Give her a break, man."

Dain growls low in his throat, his dark head bent to the floor. "I need to fuck."

"I realise that." I say with a tired sigh. Sometimes it's not easy being the calm one. People don't seem to realise how fucking hard it is to regain composure at all times, never lose your cool. Especially a hot headed guy like Dain, with his white fury and cold eyes that can slice through the strongest of men with just one pithy glance. "Brothel down the street. Georgette's, in fact. They'll be ecstatic to see you."

Dain raises his head then. "I don't go to Brothels, Gail. You know that." His eyes harden. "I don't just sleep with any common bitch."

I roll up my sleeves, put Giselda down on the table next to me, and heave another long sigh that lasts approximately ten seconds. "Then what are you doing here? Go seduce her. If that's what it takes." The words feel weird in my mouth, jumbled up and wrong. I imagine the King holding the girl in his arms, moving against her, running his fingers through her long hair...

I don't like it.

"I will." He smirks at me, his composure loose and more relaxed, his arms crossed at his chest.

I frown at him. "You will have her consent first."

Dain laughs then. It's a free laugh, one that's at ease. "Trust me. She'll submit to me, and when she does it will be because she fucking wants it." I look up at my best friend, undetectable feelings boiling in my veins, as if someone's turned on the kettle inside my body.

"Well then." I say, lightly, flicking imaginary lint off the arms of my chair. "You have nothing to worry about do you?"

"I know, man, I know." Dain sighs, dragging his hand over his face. "I'm not good with patience."

I grin. "Really? I didn't know." Getting up, I pull on the lapels of my jacket, do it up, and start to walk out of the room. "I'm going to the Brothel. Sometimes those common bitches just do it for a guy." I add, quoting his words with a half hearted grin.

Dain pushes himself off the wall he's been leaning on and salutes me, swiping a bottle of G&T from the glass table and taking a graceful swig. "Sayonara."

I walk out of the room, but not before catching sight of a shadow in the hallway. There's a flick of blonde hair, and then a soft gasp. Taking out my favourite Dagger, Mick, I swing it around a couple of times, and then look straight at the figure.

She's hiding behind the pillar, her eyes wide. She doesn't think I can see her. Too bad for her, I have a spectacular periphery.

Sighing, I swing the dagger a couple more times, look right at the King's new mistress, and acknowledge that I've seen her by doing the exact same thing Dain just did to me. I salute her, with two fingers.

And then smirking at her low, awkward cough, I saunter out of the castle.