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Lifted from his lap Emma gave him an understanding nod of her head. "I'll probably be returning in my black shirt and trousers, that feels more .. right for this.." A lift of her fingers to the Lariat around her neck. "Majesty, Could you maybe convince this to be about my waist, so I can hide it... just might raise fewer brows if I don't have a gold chain visible?"

Once he touched it and got it to move, she did however flash him a smile. "Thank you, Majesty." With that, he saw her seek to leave slipping off through one of the servant's exits and making her way back to his rooms. Once there she got out of everything and used a little water to ensure she wasn't sticky. Then got dressed in her black shirt, new bloomers and those black trousers. Seeking to put socks on and her boots she added in the coin purse with about 30 gold in it.

Making her way of the Castle the back ways, she was soon down in the streets and moving to the furthest Brothel. Here she went in and met up with the actual Madame Carletta, and paid her a handsome 5 gold for information on James. He'd been seen leaving one of the last properties he bought up, with a cloaked man.

Staying for a half glass of whiskey, she thanked her and then snuck off for the next. Here it was more a whore she needed, finding her finally she paid her two gold for the information, that James also seemed to have left here and there were rumours of a secret brothel in the city. Somewhere off Market Street.

With that in mind, she knew who to see. There was a cobbler who worked late into the night on Market who might see more than he knew. Heading for there, and taking a moment to browse his fine ladies' slippers, she purchased a pair of black ballet-like slippers and a pair of doe-skin white ankle boots. Tipping him five gold then for information on the comings and goings she learned that as the night got later, people seemed to be going into the candle-maker store a LOT at night.

He was able to tell her that James did own that store, along with a few others. But that his own store, he owned himself. Free and clear. With all this in mind, she debated on if she should go peek. See if she could learn anything more. She knew it was likely the King would need proof. So, she took a moment to collect herself, then headed down to the Candlemaker's shop and inside. Within it old Joe gave her barely a glance before he pushed a button and a wooden panel opened and Emma graciously slipped through it. heading down, down, down a lot of steps until she was suddenly stepping out into a room. It was rather tavern-like with a bar, and serving girls, yet the girls were far more exotic and pretty.

She noticed that each seemed to have thicker metal bracelets on which reminded her of something she'd seen on a few people in the place across from where she'd been living. She did stay for one drink and realised she didn't at all recognise the accent. Seeking to slip out and then make her way back to the King, she was perhaps just about to step into the castle, proper, when two of Edward's thugs came upon her. One shoved her, and instinct kicked in, she rolled into it and came up with her hand wrapped out the coins remaining to slug him as he came up to her. He went down...

Potentially the sudden noise might just draw the attention of guards loyal to William.

 

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Hearing the scuffle the guards patrolling the castles entrance hurried over to investigate what was going on. As they approached they saw the small woman knock one of them to the ground. They closed the distance between them and the two men and just about as they made it to them, they scurried off as the girl took a knee and caught her breath.

It was at that moment one of the guards recognized the woman to be Emma, the King's current plaything. He'd been in service of the King's father for a long time and prided himself on knowing exactly what was going on around the castle at any given time. He'd seen the lariat she wore in the throne room and knew the power it held over her. Lifting her to her feet they escorted her into the castle. As they approached the entrance, instead of walking her into the main entrance he guided her into a small circular guard post embedded in the stone of the castle walls.

He guided her to sit on a small desk situated on one side and allowed her to lean against it while she collected herself.

"I always hate it when I see people mistreat a lady that's so lovely" he said as he brushed her hair away from her face. The back of his hand then made a trail down the side of her neck then across her breast. "It seems you should show us some appreciation for helping you escape those thugs." he said as his hand passed her breast and down to the laces of his trousers. "You want to show your appreciation don't you?"

 

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Emma let herself be led along when she realised he was taking her somewhere different she realised the dammed golden chain wasn't about to let her go.

Set on the little table she felt him brushing red hair from her face then his hand went down over her breast, she shivered in that moment. Arching into the touch.

As his hand went to his laces, Emma slid off the table to her knees bringing her hands up to undo them and strike his cock as she freed it. Leaning in she wrapped her lips about the head of it slowly sucking even as she felt him growing hard and taking a handful of her lush red hair.

Given no one had picked up her purchases or the coin purse which held her coins. Smother guard found it. He to was loyal to his King, and seeing the dam symbol on the soft leather drawstring purse he gathered it up and made haste to go through the castle unaware of what others were up to.

Even as he was knocking Emma had a cock being driven deep in and out of her throat, his hands foisted into her hair as he groaned and began thrusting hard. God this felt good. Emma reached a hand down to touch his balls stroking them in the hopes of getting him off and escaping if he was done.

This at that door to the throne room. "My king?"

 

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The guard allowed his fingers to play through her hair as he thrust his cock into her throat. "Such a good little whore." he said in a low growl as Emma reached up to cup his balls in her hand.

"My king?"
William heard the urgent knocks at his door and raced to the door to find out what was happening. The breathless guard held his hands out with the coin purse and Emma's purchases. "I found these at the castle gates!" he managed to get out in between breaths.

Williams eyes went wide before racing back into his room to collect his sword. "Show me where!" he shouted as he flew past the guard out the door leaving it there open.

The guard gripped Emma's hair tight and groaned as he let fly streams of cum into her mouth. His hand moved to the back of her head forcing his cock deeper as his cock throbbed and released the remainder of it's payload deep into her throat. He stumbled back, bracing himself against the wall of that cramped guard post as Emma struggled to catch her breath. The second guard stepped in front of Emma, his trousers already down, and guided his cock into her mouth.

William raced with the guard to the point where Emma's things had been found then stood quietly listening. Faint grunts could be heard over the activity in the streets below. William turned in the direction of the sounds and followed them as the grunts grew louder. Rounding the corner he found the entrance of the guard post and pulled his sword as he stepped into the doorway.

Emma was kneeling on the hard cold stone as the guard roughly thrust his cock into her mouth. William could hear her gagging and struggling to breath as a rage started to build within him. He raised his sword to the throat of the guard causing him to freeze his motion in shock. With a quick tug William pulled the cold steel of his blade across the guards throat causing it to slice his soft flesh. The guards hands moved to clutch the open wound as blood began to trickle between his fingers. William grabbed Emma's hand and lifted her to her feet. "Are you ok?" he asked scanning her for visible signs of injury.

 

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Splashed with blood as she was, as he'd taken her hand, she'd simply coughed almost violently for a moment and spat the resulting mix onto the dying guardsman. There was a moment where she wiped her hands against her face so she might see, despite the splattering. "..I'm unhurt, your Majesty." Which was the truth. Nothing that would leave lasting damage, perhaps a minorly sore throat which some tea would fix.

Notably, she made no move to attempt to help the one the King killed. The one he'd caught taking liberties. She did however look to the other one, motioning. "He recognised me. When he heard signs of a scuffle. When he and the other arrived, the two ran off. Instead of giving chase..." Well, one had recognised her and what was usually about her throat. Did she perhaps feel better telling William the truth? A little.

"I've no idea if they were just opportunistic, or sent after me because of everything. I won't know, since they're likely to flee the town.." She did however take a moment to reach up lightly rubbing her aching throat.

 

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William’s anger renewed as she told him of the other guards role in instigating the assault on Emma. He’d cut the other’s throat in a moment of rage in the heat of the moment but thought better of delivering the same fate to the other. “Take him to the dungeon.” He said to the guard that’d brought him to the scene. “Then come dispose of this one.” He concluded as he spat on the body laying at his feet.

He led Emma from the guard post. “It was Edward’s people no doubt. Opportunistic thieves wouldn’t dare approach you this close to the castle.”

The walked into the castle and up to his chambers ordering the maid to draw Emma a bath so she could wash the blood from her.

William held her face between his hands as he wiped a drop of blood from her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry I keep putting you in harms way. If I find the need again I’ll make sure you have a trustworthy escort to ensure your safety.”

 

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The guard that had actually done the right thing totally also disarmed the other. He added his weapons into his own belt there for it, while then harshly walking him down and through the Castle. "Ya, might think yourself all that, but 'ave you really got your thumb on the pulse of the Castle, when yer too blind to realise. Fuckin' the King's toys earns you death and imprisonment."

When they got there, that guardsmen totally got the help of those down there, to make the man strip of his breeches. Before throwing him in a cell and locking it. "Boys, that one there, displeased our King by touching the King's Emmaline. You, upstanding gents are to spread the fucking word. Anyone who is found out to take liberties with her earns the King's ire and time in the dungeon. That's if the King doesn't just kill him. Cause there's a body in the circular near the gate, which needs carting off. You watch out for her without interfering."

Once all that had been clearly understood and word did begin spreading, the fact they saw two of their own carrying off a rather deceased third drove it home. For them. If that didn't the sight of another easily visible in the King's Dungeons, did. Harper however then slowly made his way to the stand outside the King's chambers. He took a moment before he knocked.

Long before Harper got there. Emma felt William's thumb on her cheek. She shivered a little at that touch, those eyes demurely lowered not meeting his gaze as she spoke. "I may have minded in the beginning. Being yours. I don't mind it now. Nor, do I mind being a tool to root out the corruption. My, Father, perhaps he'd be a little proud to know I'm doing a good thing in the end of it."

She exhales softly seeking to disrobe out of that bloody dress, thank god it was black the blood might not stain it. As the tub was filled she stepped out of those panties. That golden chain about her waist. "I know I wear it because it gives you reassurance that I cannot lie, I must tell the truth. I don't see that as a burden. Nor the tasks I've done to date to get what information I have."

With the tub full she stepped into it then slowly, and settled in. She lifted the cloth to wet it and wipe blood off her face. "I was a thief. Part of the problem. I'm currently being a solution. Helpful. Besides, it isn't like you don't take care of me. When you discover I'm hurt, you use the ointment. So you do show care. That helps. I don't take any of it to mean, you like me as you might a woman of the right station and breeding. I'm not that stupid."

She soaps the cloth and then rewashes her face. "Perhaps, one day you'll believe you can trust me without the chain. Maybe. Perhaps then, I'd end up your ... thief. Not for stealing. But a Mistress of Stealth. Someone whose job it is, to uncover corruption before it becomes a true problem." She shrugs a little. "Whatever the future may bring, I am yours to use as you wish and need. My pledge of loyalty to you." A pledge of loyalty is something usually a Knight gives his King. While her pledge was markedly different it perhaps showed him where her head was at.

It may be now he'd hear Harper knocking there on his door beyond. Once allowed in, he nodded to his King. "My Majesty. I hope you will not find ire in what I did. I ensured word spread through the guard, that Your Emmaline, isn't for them to touch. If anything if she's seen about she should be watched." He had as he spoke dropped to one knee, head respectfully bowed.

 

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Emma's words caught William off guard. Perhaps not prepared to be confronted so directly with the turmoil he'd already been battling with.

It was true that he found himself feeling like he needed to rely on the powers of that band less and less. His fears slowly shifting from her turning on him to her turning away from him if he'd removed it. Would it change the relationship he shared with her that he'd grown to rely on in more ways then her usefulness in seeking out traitors?

Though she was indeed a thief and, prior to becoming his plaything, lived among the whores she was the daughter of a trusted Knight. Her station as such would have carried her on a much different path had his father saw to it that the people who'd sacrificed all for him had their families taken care of in their absence.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and he went to find Harper. "My thanks for passing the word regarding Emmaline. It's indeed appreciated." he said before dismissing him.

Returning to the bath he found Emma lifting herself from the tub. He greeted her again with an outstretched towel to wrap around her before he led her into his chambers. "Tell me what you were able to learn." he said as he brought her to rest on the side of the bed.

Emma recounted what she'd learned in painstaking detail. How the supply of foreign whores seemed to be tied to Edward and the large cuff's many of them wore seemed to indicate they weren't employed as such under their own volition. The picture she was able to paint was one of an opportunistic plot to force foreign women into the sex trade and exploit them for profit.

The thought of one of his advisors being so cruel made his blood boil. It was one thing for this kind of activity to go on while at war with a neighboring enemy but engaging in this during times of peace could do nothing but lead to conflict.

Sitting on the bed beside Emma, William allowed himself to lean in and kiss her softly. "Thank you. Well done!" he said as he broke the kiss for a moment.

 

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Well tied to Edward, and seemed exclusively in places James owned. James owned more than one gave the man credit for. Little wonder he'd been raking in the coins. Able to charge heftier taxes off those ones. Able to leverage people out of their homes.

Perhaps realising she'd been a little too open she was about to say something about it, when William kissed her, then said 'well done'. The trigger words hit her and she found herself gasping loudly, frame tumbling onto that bed, as she whimpered with need, and release all at once as that orgasm began rocking through her.

 

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William tugged the towel free from around Emma as she whimpered on the bed beside him. He found himself unable to passively watch as she whimpered on the bed beside him. Standing he quickly unlaced his trousers allowing them to fall to the floor around his ankles as he gripped Emma's thighs and pulled them toward him positioning her so that he might himself enhance the pleasure rolling through her.

He thrust into her hard as another moan echoed through the room. His gentle feelings for her from just moments ago washed away by his own lust for her as he plunged into her.

 

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A louder moan as she felt William thrust into her. The feel of his hard cock suddenly there. Had her make those inner muscles clench about him. "...please fuck me..." Emma found herself saying, hoping William would realise it meant she did honestly enjoy sex him. As she squirmed against him.

 

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William could hardly believe he'd heard those word from Emma. He gripped her thighs tight and thrust into her with increased vigor. He enjoyed watching the please the lariat brought her and playing his part to enhance that. Her words, however, brought about the realization that he wasn't just the happy recipient of the lust it caused but maybe she enjoyed him just as much.

She continued to quivered around him as he felt himself careening towards his own climax. He cried out "Yes!" as his body shuddered and he released into her as she lay gasping on the bed.

Coming down from his high William stripped off the rest of the clothes that he'd neglected to remove in his haste then climbed into the bed. Guiding Emma up beside him. He held her close feeling her warm body pressed to his.

 

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No matter whether she'd known she was going to say it, the moment then was from her mouth she kept it to moans, groans and cooing sweet pleasured sounds that left her lips. As he cried yes, and climaxed into her, Emma, orgasmed with him shuddering in tune to the way he pumped into her, and then as he stripped she lay panting for a moment. expecting to be told to leave. Due to earlier brief conversations shared.

Emma was, surprised when he guided her up beside her and held her close. it had his thief shutting her eyes tightly and putting her cheek to his shoulder. Allowing him to choose if he dragged her in, which given she could feel herself tight against him there, she was already dragged in firmly, and cradled.

Deep, deep down it meant something to her that in the least he might enjoy sex with her, because it was with her, and not some other woman who was totally hoping for the King to bed her. Emma wanted it she realised, not because he was the King. Not because he owned her bodily. But because she found herself enjoying sex with William.

 

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William drifted off to sleep with Emma there in his arms.

The next morning he woke to find her naked form pressed into him with his arm draped across he waist. He laid there a moment feeling the warmth of her body against him before slowly tracing his fingers across her smooth skin. She placed her hand on top of his as caressed her softly. Her hips wiggled slightly back into him as a contented moan escaped her lips. His hardness grew finding it's way between her thighs as she parted them slightly allowing his now stiff member to press against her. His hand slowly traveled down her stomach and over that soft patch of hair until it found the tip then guided it into her.

 

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Emma didn't realise she'd fallen asleep in his bed, until his fingers on her skin woke her slowly. Sliding her hand onto his as he trailed it lower.

A slow wriggle of her hips, and behind back against him, her thighs paying as she felt his shaft rising to press up between her legs and rub against her slowly moistening sex.

His hand pushing the tip into her had Emma instinctively arch her hips back, while shuddering as that cock pressed deeper into her wetness. Allowing William to feel just how quickly she became rather wet.

 

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William felt Emma respond to his slow, languid strokes into her. He'd realized what he'd been missing by insisting on sleeping alone all these years. Waking up with Emma's warm body against his was a welcome change.

As his arousal grew his thrusts became more forceful, eventually positioning Emma on her knees before moving behind her and entering her again. He pumped hard into her as he gripped her hips. Low grunts punctuating each thrust his hand slid up her back before tangling in her hair and pulling it taut and grinding himself into her, relishing her wet warmth.

 

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Enjoying the sleepy languid thrusts which let her wale up more, by the time William was thrusting more forceful Emma was arching harder against him. As he got her to roll on her stomach away, cock pulling free. Then guided her knees up, leaving her upper body low to the bed. A shiver through her.

A moan as he enters her soaked at sex, feeling those force of his thrusts she gave a wriggle of her hips. When his hand tangled in her hair and pulled taut Emma let out a louder moan, that back arching, the angle subtly changing, his he ground himself deeper into her, he may feel how that curved tip rubbed her cervix. Groaning softly as her inner muscles began fluttering about that cock inside as Emma panted some.

 

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William, maintaining that hold on Emma’s hair, resumed his thrusts into Emma with a renewed urgency. The sounds of her moans and their bodies colliding filled the room.

“Tell me who owns this pussy!” He grunted out as he felt his climax quickly approaching. Emma, in between moans, managed to sputter out. “You do!” as she gripped the sheets and met his thrusts with her own.

“Well done!” William managed to get out just as his body began to shudder violently and he erupted inside her.

 

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Already about to orgasm, if not from his making her say it in the middle of sex, she certainly felt it hit the moment he said, 'well done', there was a louder moan, and a feel of that pussy gripping and rippling against that shaft within, even as William still gave Emma the last of his cum. Her frame arched still, until, he might eventually release that hair.

The moment he did she for a moment dropped her forehead to the bed, breathing heavily against those blankets, and feeling him pull from her finally, only to tug her down in against him but for a moment. The two were rather quiet in that aftermath of mutual orgasm. At least until she managed to catch her breath. "..do, I go tell the kitchen to bring breakfast, Majesty?"

She was more curious now, exactly what tonight might entail. She knew at least since she'd been here, he'd not slept with anyone but her, when she'd been on the foot of his bed that single night. Was tonight going to mean she'd be, here, in his bed? Or that he'd grab someone else to warm it with him?

 

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Her words snapped William out of the trance he'd found himself in. "Yes, that would be great." he said. "Hopefully a suitable replacement for George will be found today and you won't need to do that anymore."

He really didn't want Emma performing the mundane tasks of a footman but at this point he had no choice. He'd be sure to have someone take over today he thought to himself as he watched her naked form climb from the bed leaving him there alone. William was struck by how much he didn't want to see her get out of bed.

 

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It did however let him see her moving about his room finding her robe of white thick silk which she secured about her nude frame, which made her presentable enough to slide slippers on and rush off to get his breakfast sorted.

She returned and laid out his clothes, and dashed off to dress. Returning from it with her black long dress on with stockings, lady slippers and underwear!

Finding his brush she held it out to him then with a smile. Her own hair gleaming. It was also a little longer.

 

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William brushed he hair then dressed before going to eat what Emma had retrieved from the kitchen. He hadn't really formulated a plan for the day or any thoughts on what to do with the information Emma was able to learn the evening before. The pieces were starting to come together but it still felt like he was missing something important. Perhaps James, who was know in the prison could shed some light on it.

He broke the silence at the table finally. "Fancy seeing what we can get out of James? Maybe you can convince him to talk by giving him a little taste of what he made you endure?"

 

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Emma chewed her mouthful of toast there. Listening to William there was a pause as she swallowed.

"Explain how you mean that." Emma found herself asking. "Please, Majesty. So I'm not left wondering if I'm to lick him there." That tone much more neutral there as she said it.

If he explained she'd do as he asked. To the letter. That golden chain wouldn't let her do less than it.

 

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William chuckled a little before clarifying what he'd meant. "What I'm offering you, my dear, is the opportunity for a little revenge. I intend to extract some information from James and I hardly think licking his bum will induce any grand confession. He did seem to fancy exploring yours though so I was merely offering you the opportunity to return the favor in a way he might not find so enjoyable. It's by no means an order or request. Just a favor I'm offering you in case you had some ill will you'd like to act on. If not, I'm sure I can persuade him to talk."

Emma seemed to enjoy the opportunity to give Adrian a taste of his own treatment of her so he was interested to see just how vengeful she would be given the opportunity.

 

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Emma was quiet for a moment. During that moment she drank some of her tea. "He...... enjoyed mine was bruised. I believe any payback would involve using part of the hunting skills father taught me. I'm fairly certain your master torturer known the value of a sharp blade. But there's ways Father taught me, which only take each layer of skin individually. It's not meant as torture. It's meant to allow one prepare meat. But regrettably...I know how to use fletchette knife's to cause the right amount of pain in parting skin that salt water..applied onto it, makes one scream."

Slowly she rose then looking into his eyes. "Will you think differently of me if I do it?"