Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave walked down cold stone stairs slowly, his big feet forcing him to take the steps slowly lest he fall. He very nearly bumped into Melanie at the bottom. She stood holding an iron gate. Argrave entered, ducking beneath the low-hanging iron bars and entering into the dungeons of Castle Cookpot. Anneliese followed just behind.

The cells had been cleared out a great deal in the past few days on account of their fearmongering efforts in Atrus and beyond. Ruleo’s cell was close, likely so that the guards could keep a close eye on him. Argrave waited for her to fit the key in and unlock it, then looked back as his royal guard spread out across the room.

“Where’s Gala—” Argrave trailed off when he saw the big snow elf rush down the stairs, rejoining them. “What’s wrong?” he asked him.

“Nothing, Your Majesty,” the Veidimen dismissed. When Argrave stared and waited for more information, he elaborated, “Something was broken. No one else seemed to be trying to fix it, so I spoke to someone.”

Argrave shrugged dismissively, then looked to the cell ahead. Opposite him, in the corner of the cell…

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Ruleo leaned his body forward against his chains, using them to support his weight. It tugged at his body, but compared to the stake driven through both of his hands, the pressure was nonexistent. The sound of many footfalls made him lift his head up. He saw his keeper, Melanie, holding a torchlight. There was someone huge at the cell door, though. Ruleo focused his failing eyes.

“Good lord…” the man said, stepping within. The shadows changed, and Ruleo’s eyes widened as he recognized Argrave. “Trying times for you, looks like.”

“Heh…” Ruleo managed a laugh as some of the vigor he thought would never return flared. “Got the guts… to talk to me? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Argrave fell to one knee. “It’s taking more guts to smell you than talk to you. I think your hands are infected.”

Ruleo wanted to spit at him. Behind, someone else entered the cell—a vaguely familiar white-haired elf. She stood in the corner, watching.

“Durran told me you gathered necromantic things in an Order of the Rose ruin. That you intended to send them against us to combat Gerechtigkeit’s eventual advent, weaken his arrival,” Argrave began without ceremony.

Ruleo only stared with hate. “What do you want?”

The claimant king sighed. “Do you have any idea where Georgina might have gone after the defeat?” he asked.

“Hard to see through stone. Last I saw, most of her men fell to sword or spell. Might check underneath the corpses you made,” he suggested.

Argrave put one hand atop his knee and clenched. “Guess not. I had hoped having a couple days to think about the coming calamity might make you reasonable.”

Ruleo closed his eyes. “When people leave you in a cell for days to rot, you give up on the hope of a reasonable world.”

Argrave’s voice came quieter as he said, “If I’d known your hands were bound like this, I might’ve given this more priority.”

again, Melanie pointed at him from behind the king and said defensively, “I did nothing wrong, Your Majesty. See if you’re so merciful when he’s been trying to kill

out of this for me?” his voice carried

“You sent thousands of creatures at Durran, Melanie, and my royal guard. You were planning for worse—having thousands of men pledged

fact, that’s about the end of my career in everything. I’ll go live with

stop you,” Argrave stared with his cold gray eyes. “Fact of the matter is, I have a rather high

pardon?” Ruleo narrowed his eyes, suspecting this was another of the sadist’s games the

height once again, looking back to the white-haired elf. She shook her head, and he seemed

kill you—you’ll be of great use when the sky starts to fall. At the same time, you tried to kill someone I

could only laugh in

opportunities that are being unrealized,” Argrave continued. “Me and my coterie alone can only travel to so many locations. There are ruins I’d love to visit, but can’t. And with people like you, Melanie, Ganbaatar, all at my fingertips… that’s a fine little team forming.

the king in the eye but couldn’t. Where

strenuous conditions,” Argrave said kindly. “And in time, you’ll be compelled to

you regard my

to your manager,” Argrave said dryly. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by this outcome. Over time, you’ll come to see things my

felt it was markedly wickeder than

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a ratty shirt with his armor removed and placed off to the side. The man held a salamander in his hand and tore bits of it off, chewing it with a grimace on his face. Even now, with so much of its body missing, the thing still twitched.

Elenore. “I see,” she raised her hand to her face, trying to hold back her laughter as she realized what she saw.

to his feet quickly. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you’d talk to Melanie and me in a few hours,” he said as he cleared his face

in closer with her arms crossed. “Galamon said you were curious

cleaning the blood from his

us to mend things,” she looked to the red crescent moon in the sky. “I don’t disagree with that. I… was rude to you, I

her. “And you made the right choice. Eating these things to fix my fingers is a mistake. You’d think I’d learn

stepped closer. “So, can we set

bit bloody. But yeah, I’m done pouting. So long as you realize that I said what I said because I don’t want you hurt. And not because you’re important

“…why?” she asked quietly.

Durran looked

think that I’d be dense enough to ignore your teasing forever?” Elenore asked evenly, walking over to his

came close. “Yes, honestly. I guess the ice in the shirt

Elenore sighed, saying nothing.

you weren’t interested in

about because I can handle the future fallback,” Elenore said, then turned to look at Durran. “If I’m tied up, it’s even worse. All will want marriage ties to the new king. I had intended to keep that as a constant card. Keep me