Author's notes:

Hey, I'd love to present the 3rd chapter of the story.

It's just a short chapter for me to experiment a bit.

I hope you'll end up liking it :)
PS. My current plan for a couple of next weeks:
(it's very likely that I will rewrite the entire story, cause I feel like it needs it),
3rd chapter of Kiss the Rain (it's possible that I will end up rewriting the 1rst chapter as well),
4th chapter of Sometimes it's just better not to know,
8th chapter of The rise of the Blood Moons' servants.

Then, I will probably rewrite one chapter of "My home is where my heart lies" and write 17th chapter of that story, but who knows.

. If you have an idea that you would like to see me write, or want me to quicken the writing of any of my stories, feel free to write a comment :D

As always, till the next time, and thanks for everything.

2020-12-03: a preview posted
2020-12-04: a whole chapter posted


Flashbacks:


"You're daydreaming again, Sis?" the familiar voice of her adopted brother stirred Katarina out of her thoughts.

"Of course not," the redhead scoffed, forcing herself to face Talon. "What do you want?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"Hehe..." the man chuckled. "If you were listening to me even in the slightest margin, you wouldn't have to ask," he replied, shaking his head.

"Start talking already," Katarina uttered in a bored tone. "I have better things to attend to."

"Yeah... I'd assume that throwing the knives at that's barbarian back out of your eyes is one of them," the male assassin replied. "The second one... and probably more interesting to you, would be without an ounce of doubt checking out the so-called wife of the mentioned brute," he added, smiling mischievously. "Did I get it right, Sis?"

"Get the fuck out of my face!" the blood-red-haired Noxian growled. "Do it if you really know what's best for you," she threatened.

"Oh," Talon faked the gasp. "Who would have thought that the heartless assassin of Noxus would fall for the fairly innocent queen of Freljord," he teased sarcastically. "Maybe... after all, you have a heart, you just don't want to acknowledge it."

"Will you willingly shut up, or do I have to force you to do so?" the best agent of Noxus spatted through her clenched teeth. "Beware of what you're saying, or one of my knives could potentially find its way toward your throat!" she threatened.

"We both know that you don't have guts to do so," the adopted son of Du Couteau's family bust into laughter. "It isn't like the father always wants me to clean up the 'mess' after you," the man added.

"Highly doubtable," the green-eyed woman scoffed, turning around. "I'm leaving," she announced. "I don't have time for those 'games' of yours."

With the conversation dealt with, the blood-red-haired woman headed toward her own quarters.

"Kat, Kat, Kat," the man started to giggle. "What would you say if I offer to help you with the 'problem' of yours?" he asked after a second or so.

"What?" the surprised woman asked, stopping. "What do you mean by that?"

"Curious, aren't you, Sis?" Talon taunted.

"You don't have any plan, you're just playing with me, don't you?"

"Oh, quite the opposite," the man denied.

"Spill the bean, then!" the eldest daughter of Du Couteau's house ordered.

"Come closer, please," the male assassin asked in a polite tone. "I want you to tell me something before we'll start to scheme."

"Fine, but make it quick," Katarina sighed, coming closer. "What do you want?" she asked in an annoyed tone as soon as she stopped next to her so-called 'brother'.

"Take a close look at them," the Blade's Shadow uttered in a stoic tone, pointing out at the rulers of Freljord.

"Ashe and that brute Tryndamer, what's more, to say about them?" the woman scoffed.

"The devil dwells in details, isn't he?" the man allowed himself to chuckle a little. "Take a closer look, dear sister. I assure you, there is so much more you could learn from the scene taking part before your eyes," he added.

"Fine," Kat gave up, exhaling heavily.

The royal couple of Freljord was occupying the alcove just a couple of dozens of steps away from Du Couteau's siblings. The defined, muscular frame of the barbaric king was covering most of his wife. Compared to Ashe, Tryndamer was standing, gesturing something intensively. Out of the distance, the redhead could not hear what were they talking about, but she got a feeling that the king's back muscles were tensed.

"Are they arguing?" she asked Talon.

"Tell me what do you think, Sis," the man replied.

"There's no use of you," the green-eyed woman nagged.

After a couple of extended moments, the black-haired man decided to sit on the chair located at Ashe's left. His large fist hit the nearest wall just a second later. The queen, as it seemed, remained unimpressed by her husband's action. Her trusted bow was lying on her laps with a single arrow already drawn. Even though she seemed to be calm, or at least it was the vibe she was giving from a distance, their conversation must have been a serious one. The queen turned her face slightly to the left to keep an eye-contact with the brute. They continued the talk, even though it was evident that it was getting on Tryndamer's nerves.

As time passed by, the gesturing rate only increased, which was apparently not welcomed by the stern white-haired woman well. After what felt like ages, the black-haired brute tried to reach out with his right hand to stroke the cheek of his wife. Surprisingly, the woman had nothing of it. Without blinking, she slapped the firm hand of the man, abruptly standing up. Without sparing her so-called 'husband' even a single glance, she exited the alcove, no turning back once.

"Ouch," Katarina commented on the scene. "It was definitely a fight."

"What don't you say, my dearest sister?" the son of Du Couteau's house mocked.

"Fuck you!" the woman spatted. "Now… tell me, how this scene helps us – and by that, I mean me?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, sister. Isn't it evident?" the man chuckled a little.

"Can you just answer my question for once?"

"Ehhh…" Talon faked the sigh. "If there's a problem in their paradise, there must be a reason for it. All you need to do is to find it and then exploit, or as you prefer, use to your advantage," she explained with a nasty smile playing on his thin lips.

"I'm starting to like your reasoning," the emerald-eyed beauty admitted. "Tell me more, then," she asked in a neutral tone.

"As you wish, my dearest sister," the male assassin teased lightly.

Present:


The emerald-eyed Noxian stopped, waiting for any reaction from her listener, and hopefully soon-lover.

"So it was you who stalked me from that point onward," Ashe commented on Katarina's story.

"It seems I was good enough for you to not find out that it was me," the tied-down woman replied, flashing a smirk.

"Ehh," the queen of Freljord sighed heavily. "I wouldn't be so proud of myself if I were were currently," she made a statement.

"Why tho?" the blood-red-haired assassin asked, smiling broadly. "I played my part pretty good if I may speak my mind."

"Yeah… I should have expected you to be proud of things like that," the white-haired beauty made a comment.

"Oh," Kat said in a moan-like manner. "You look so freaking cute and hot when you're confused," she giggled a little.

"Shut up, Katarina!" Ashe growled at the tied-down woman. "You better use your infinite energy to tell the story. You've told me only a little."

"Can I have at least some reward for my effort?" the assassin uttered playfully.

"Fine…" the young queen gave up, sighing once more. "But… don't expect me to reward you every single time you finish a part of the story, am I clear?"

"Of course, baby," Katarina replied seductively.

Ashe did not waste any time. She leaned in, capturing the plump lips of the Noxian within a heartbeat. It seemed that Katarina did not expect her to do so, because she did not return the kiss for a few moments. The white-haired woman allowed the kiss to last a moment longer before breaking it. As soon as she did it, the feared agent of Noxus bean pouting, clearly dissatisfied with the pleasure vanishing so soon. The ruler of Freljord offered one of her rare smirks to the blood-red-haired woman. The moment of breaking the kiss could not have been better, the internal thirst of the Noxian was just about to kick in, and regain control over the encounter.

"Enjoyed your reward, I assume?" Ashe teased clearly frustrated assassin.

"I thought that you'd let loose of the bondages, but you had something else on your mind, it seems that way," the green-eyed beauty responded in a quiet tone. "Not that I didn't like that, but it could have lasted a few moments more, you know."

"You'd love for it to last forever probably," the queen allowed herself to chuckle. "But… firstly, you need to work for it. There's nothing free here," she flashed another smirk.

"Fine, fine, fine," Katarina sighed, giving up. "Let's focus back on the story, shall we?"

"Of course, it's the reason we're here, after all, isn't it?"

"When these bondages are out, I'll choke you till you start enjoying it," the Noxian spatted without thinking.

"Ohh… is that a promise, or offer?" the white-haired woman teased. "If it's, I might reconsider it after our story-telling party here is over."

"You… you… you… what?" the frustrated and surprised Katarina managed to gasp.

"Honey, the game of tease and playfulness is a game for two," Ashe replied playfully. "In any given moment, I can start to flirt with you, only to see how do you react to it. For now… let's call it boundary testing," she provided a further explanation.

"You're a whole package, it seems," Katarina hummed under her breath.

"Oh… about that I can assure you," the blue-eyed goddess uttered. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to be a queen. You know, the mask must be always on."

"I guess."

"For now, let us come back to the story you were so fantastically telling. I'm thrilled to hear it to its end," Ashe whispered her statement straight into the ears of Katarina.

"As you wish… my queen," the assassin stuttered while the shivers ran down her spine.

"Wonderful… maybe if you keep up being such a good girl to me… I'll reward you again," the queen uttered in a soft tender tone.

"She's going to be the death of me," the Noxian thought immediately.