Enatic Clans

Afternoon. I was planning to take a long siesta but anxiety doesn't let me. It starks to it. I survived a great deal of tribulation - as I now think about. But as of lately, I am suffering for it. I know. And as far as I know - looking over the veranda, the view of the scenery is rather tranquil and orderly despite the happenings. To where I am watching is through the south. The landscape is yet the most beautiful approach that I have ever seen.

But this memory etched before my eyes is just second above all - Lady Anda still owns the lionshare of my soul. And in an abrupt moment, a voice emerges down to two lower levels. Crying: 'Lord Gervðas! Lord Gervðas!' I acknowledge the sound but to no avail, I still fail to find it.

"Ameyala? Is that you? Where you at?" I call, as I am trying to get in touch, knowing that the voice is hers.

"Lord Gerv, who are you shouting at?" as Jyana invokes my name (honorary then hypocorism which I don't completely agree with being called like that) from behind - of the closing door, where I glance back my gaze.

"Just some girl I met a prior couple of days or so. At the gardens."

"Eh? You ensnared another woman… ?!?! You already have the Queen? And me, as your mistress. Or am I just a whore to you? Ain't I enough for you?!?!" Jyana hyperboles her claims. Good thing, she is still 'her'.

"That's rude, miss Jyana!"

"Well, don't lie to me, Lord Augur," she forms a sultry smirks, curling her lips, "Well, we know that our faith condones clerical marriage." biting her lower lip afterwards.

"What of it?"

"Well, you're still a man - that's the point I am directing. No matter who you choose, it is always the virgins - every man does. They select fresh and green like me." she claims, as she blinks her eyes then poses in a quite enticing gesture.

I scoff, "Bah! Oh, spare me with your exaggerated tone. First and foremost, since you became my bedfellow? Second of all, why do you encroach in my private space and in my peaceful time? Lastly, I don't recall having an intimacy with you, miss Jyana." as I point it out in a stern way, where the only response she has is sticking out her tongue.

"Lord Gervðas! Lord Gervðas…" the voice is becoming more audible, as I read the frequency is radiating across the southwest.

She surfaces out of the bushes, waving at me. On the balcony, I notice her as I return back the gesture by giving a waving hand. I smile, then I notice Jyana skulks behind me. Ameyala picks up her cadence, as she holds her frontal section of her skirt and begins with a concise run. She is looking at me directly with no regard to her surroundings. Smiles painting upon her face. The maid besides me, on the other hand, who mocks and commentates every motion Ameyala does. She maybe glues on the occurrence before our eyes or what else is she planning to do?

Here comes the trouble, "What is this exhibitionist doing? Is she going to advance on me with sultry tactics again? Well, I can't blame her since it would be out of character if she doesn't do it or she might have a fever or some sort." in my mind.

All of a sudden, the young lady nearly fumbles on her feet. Yet, she recovers by clinging her left hand on the ground. And after another stride, she disregards the atmosphere - dashes way through here. And right before my and Jyana's eyes, she paid the price for neglecting her surroundings. Face first on the dirt. That dress gets sullied.

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"Oooo… she is kind of cute, if I am being honest. I never would have thought that you have this kind of kink, Lord Gerv? Babyface, klutzy, innocent, perfect smile. No wonder, this depraved augur got swooned over." Jyana gives her own assessment about Ameyala.

"For a second time, Jya-..."

"Yes, yes. I'll collect her up." Jyana cuts me off, exiting the room and rushing.

As Jyana leaves the chamber, "How can she say those things before me?!? I'm the religious head and she just talks to me like that! Anyway, she's just a godsmitten maid! How can she be this laxed?" I put my palm on my forehead. Meanwhile, Jyana emergently rushes over to Ameyala then helps her and recollect her footing.

"Lord Gervðas!" Ameyala smiles, looking from below - despite being smeared by dirt and mud on her face and entire frontal body.

I respond not to her call but I give her a smile of my own to reciprocate. Meanwhile as the exhibitionist maid is assisting Ameyala to walk, she blows her kisses on me then bites her lips and winks her seductive overtone. As she hides her glint smile from the lady she is aiding with afterwards.

I gently tilt my head then shake, non-verbalize: "Sly woman as ever, Jyana." twitching my lips. I'm sure Jyana reads my message well, as she smirks before entering the porch on the ground floor.

"And any minute later, they will be here upstairs. Bringing more chaos." I sigh, "Ah~ Now, I should enjoy this peace while it lasts." looking above the skies, as the wind crisp is smooth and the sun rays are rather tamed.

Moments later, the gals have finally arrived at last. The doors have drawn open. True to her character - this exhibitionist maid and concurrently a cartomancer, to say the least. How can Queen Anda squander our funds from the coffer of the royal treasury to such a woman like her, honestly? For the moment, all Kigal breaks loose - I am prepared for that, hopefully. For a second layer of security, 'O Lady Wellicia from the seven heavens, hear my cry.'

"I misjudge her, perhaps." as I am having second thoughts about screening her valuation, I tut my lips.

They approach me but Jyana alone struts in a suggestive way. Playing her cards. Juggling each tarot power. On the other hand, Ameyala showcases the new dress she wears. In all honesty, she is second to none but Queen Anda herself swoons my heart. Between all of them? I rank on my list: Queen Anda takes the principal lead, this woman (not Jyana) second, and the scenery before me that I have witnessed not long ago.

"Lord Gervðas…" she dashes to me, as she offers her hand. Entailing a chaste kiss upon her smooth skin - she giggles. Fluster is painted on cheeks. She is as prim as ever.

"Unlike this whore…" I roll my eyes, hide my grimace expression somehow.

"You were saying, milord?" Jyana catches me murmuring.

"Nothing. You are just having headcanons." I dismiss it afterwards.

"Oh remember about the offer - the conversation we partook?" Jyana diverts the conversation.

"What offer?" I ask, as I wedge my hand into my hip.

"Well, I can't wait to cuddle with you until the next day's daybreak." She replies, as she catches all of the cards in her hands.

Ameyala's reaction is palpable, not only 'tis I am surprised by her declaration. I squint my eyes, challenging: "Huh, what are you spouting some nonsense about? Under whose authority, if I may to be aware of?" my breath hitches for a second.

Jyana presents the warrant with the royal stamp of it, she smiles: "Lady Anda… of the Carylle Dynasty. Queen of Kehina." imposing her stakes on the claims by using the Queen's name.

In my mind, this is either rather a forge or somehow to steal it. But, upon closer scrutiny, I snatch it from her hands. No resistance, whatsoever. I look at Jyana in the eyes where she presumptuously winks back. Handwriting, check. Signature, check. And the seal too, check. I have been taken aback by this happening. I stare at her once again, she then licks her lips.

"It seems authentic, I suppose," as further review, "... the curves, the strokes, this penmanship is too distinct. It would be unnatural mimicking such fonts as hers since you only joined us a couple of moons ago. This is definitely the Queen's words." I legitimize the seem-to-be purported document - albeit, I am still unsure.

"Oh, Lady Wellicia. Save me from the infernal brimstones and the arctic frostbites in the seven depths of Kigal." I gulp my throat.

"Lord Gerv, what's the problem? Were you spacing out?"

I shake my head in response, "No! I was just amazed by this file. That's all. Hehe~"