The messenger burst through the door, a look of panic stricken across his face. His eyes darted back and forth wildly as if unsure who to address. Cikel cast a bemused glance towards his brother in arms Havelle, Lord Protector of Rindyar Castle. Havelle, stoic as ever, merely turned towards the messenger and nodded.
"M-m-my L-l-lord" the boy finally managed to stutter out. "I bring word from Lord Daruvian."
Cikel sat back in his chair and smiled. He casually glanced over the beautiful table trying to mask the desire in his eyes. How could this bumbling fool Havelle come to own such a beautiful masterpiece? He sighed, perhaps a tad too dramatically. Lord Havelle looked over at Cikel, suspicion evident in his cold, beautiful blue eyes.
"The gay Knight sends word? This ought to be delicious," declared Cikel.
"Pray tell good lad what tidings do you bring from our valiant Knight," inquired Havelle.
For a minute there was silence. The boy was so wrapped up in the table most likely fantasizing. He admired its smooth finish and beautiful integrity. The almost god like sheen when the daylight hit the surface. The curvatures of the legs, the masterful carvings, this was a table unlike many others.
"Riders bearing the crest of Acre advance on Rduna milord."
Cikel let loose a gleeful cackle while a broadening smile enveloped his face. His eyes sparkled with a devilish... sparkle.
"You Frisians sure are in for it now. It's a good thing I left you fools when I did. Send my regards to Sandersson." He leaned over and gave Havelle a quick kiss on the lips, but his eyes lingered on the table with lust. He absently drew his fingers across the table perhaps a little too enviously for Havelle to ignore.
"Cikel you sniveling coward," boomed Havelle, "Will you turn and run again with your legs between tail. Er your tail between your.. legs. You foolish boy if dat ass wasn't so good you ass be kicked to da curb.... ye heard. You spend your days moping around my castle, your breath reeking of alcohol and cock. You're a disgrace to the cause, but god dam it we tolerate you for whatever reasons. You scream disappointment veiled in empty suggestions. Be gone from here at once I have no use for your sweet lips."
"Who the fuck do you think you are Havelle. I've been around for too long to take shit from some master fuck as yourself. I RESIGNED my post in dishonor for the way I handled that campaign. But I'll be dammed if I'll be apart of Sanderssons brigade. That mother fucker only told us what to do when we finally got tired of waiting around and tried to do something ourselves. Our armies waited and waited all while the valiant Ravens made heroic attack after heroic attack. And fuck the Ravens while I'm at it. They can't even tell when I'm pissed off at Sandersson for being a dick eating-"
Havelle lashed out from his seat, interrupting the drunk mid sentence. His heavy hand back slashed Cikel right across his beautiful big lips.
"I've had enough of you and your bullshit. You bring disgrace to anyone who calls themselves an Internet Knight. Now get the fuck up to my bedroom and get your ass ready for the biggest hate fuck you'll get."
Cikel could barely contain his tiny erection. His eyes glazed over with longing, and thoughts of the table long abandoned. All he could do was thank chadz that Havelle's long cock had not abandoned him.
