Lorcan, Torturer and Protector of Analise

The love hate relationship between Lorcan, Commander of Hochburg and Analise, Ambassador of Hochburg continues when he cons the woman into accepting his protection so that he can torture her the rest of her days!

(Lorcan) Yurrrii grins to himself he knocked the door *Lady Ana I have great news for ya hmm?*

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe looks at the door. He certainly seemed in a better mood than he was earlier. she goes over to open the door.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii invites himself in *Ya shud sit for this one ~ ya might be too joyous to stand* he said in a dark, evil tone

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe: "Won't you come in?" she says after he barges though the door. She takes a seat in one of the parlor chair by the fire and looks up at him. "Alright I am sitting," she says as she arranges her skirts, wondering if Lorcan had gone mad.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii smirked now at her *Ah I remember the day we met like yesterday ~ I Was a warrior here... A simple warrior ya dissed, called guard & daft....* he smirked *After he tried to protect yur ass being alone in the slums* he stated, his voice gruff.. His eyes had a hint of amusement

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe looks at the fire and sighs. She looks back up to him, "I said I was sorry did I not?" She bites her lip and says, "Would you like to go over such fond memories? Perhaps I should pour some wine. Is this what you had to tell me?"

(Lorcan) Yurrrii smirked at her *I forgave ya.. did I not?* he stated, darkly walking close to her *But nonetheless, I decided it was time to repay the favor..... I come out of the magistrate's home....* he trailed off.. *He was yur protector... was... he not?* he emphasised the was.

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe looks at him, giving him a sideways glance. She is not sure how to answer. Is this some kind of test? She furrows her brows as she wonders what he is up to. "He is my protector," she says. She looks back at him. She is aching to wonder where this is going as her heart pounds in fear but she hopes that her eyes do not betray her. Again she bites her lip, thank goodness her veil hid that.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii grabs a bottle of wine from the shelves.. *Ah aye we shall need wine to celebrate this* he popped it open & brought the top to his lips ~ drinking it with ease ~ he smirked ~ *Ahh good stuff I bet that cost ya..... my ward* he said.. his voice, dark yet... had a glint of joy in it ~ Lorcan took another swig of the wine *Aye I did need this wine to celebrate* he grinned now.... *It is I now who is.... yur protector....... He ripped the papers apart right before my eyes*

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe stands up, "What? What are you talking about?" she looks over at him. "You are mistaken, surely. Have you gone mad? ARe you feeling alright. Perhaps sol should check you out. she tries to feel his forehead. She laughs, "Very funny. You have quite a sense of humor for being so grumpy."

(Lorcan) Yurrrii smirks at her...... *Ya can refuse.. my protection.. this noble.. offer* he told her *I wud indeed respect that* ~ Oh he had an evil look on his face, *Did ya wish to refuse?* he asked now taking another swig of the wine.. *Ahh tasty..* his eyes turn to her *I wud give ya some but it is almost finished* he pointed to the bottle ~ a wicked grim plays on his lips.

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe puts her hand up, "No thank you for the wine and as your protection. Like I said I am already protected." She gave Lorcan a long glance. She knew he would make her live a living hell. "I appreciate your offer and your willingness but I must decline," she says nodding her head. She looks back at him and gulps.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii nods ~ he looked to be acceptant of it *Aye.. I understand.. yur refusal is.. indeed in place & I for one.. appreciate yur honesty..* he turned ~ looked like the man was leaving but then stopped *Although I guess I shall meet ya in court where... I have witnesses ya went into the slums & endangered yurself......... with an unknown man..... Aye I shall do that ~ I suppose.. ya may like the embarrassment it will bestow upon ya ~ perhaps lose yur position.. The very woman ya talked of ~ She wud take it very soon I am sure...... Aye I must ... do that then* he smirked evilly & turned to walk to the door

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe: "Wait!" she says fumbling for words, "Come back here!" she points to the spot where he just was in front of here. Then she glares up at him. "Why?" she looks at him. "Why do you wish to protect so badly. It isnt that you have an affection for me, certainly is not that" She takes another bottle of wine off the shelf and opens it pouring her a goblet and giving Lorcan the rest. "Now what is this about the slums?" Oh Ana knew she was beat but she was not going down without a fight.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii: But.......* he smirked evilly now *Ya refused.. I have no business here do I?* he was turning the knob of the door, he looked back at her *Affection? are ya mad? Since I came here ya did nothing but disrespect me over and over again ~ I want... the favor repayed at last.. Now that I am commander....* he smirked, he turned the knob he opened the door *I have witnesses who saw ya going there & talking to a stranger...... who ended up threatening ya* he grinned & looked at her *Then ya ran to me for help....... I am sure... I will have a great case against the Ambassador of this city* Lorcan essentially did not wish to take her to court ~ he used this to get what he wanted ~ he was a twisted motherfucker ~ he wanted the woman to suffer & knowing she wud have to answer to him ~ A man she hated, was sufficient

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe: "No!" she says going over to close the door. "I am sure we can come to some kind of agreement." she says holding her hand up to him and starting to use the negotiating skills that she used with cities when discussing diplomacy and what not. "Come," she motions to the parlor, "Let us pour the wine and talk about this." She looks up at him at him pleadingly. Deep inside, she knew her life was about to change.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii smirked *I negotiate...... not woman* he said briskly to her, watching her close the door and lifted his bottle of wine *& wine I have ~ ya shall not only accept my protection with a thank ya but go to my magistrate & let him know ya are happy with this* he knew the woman cud make it so she wudnt be his ward *Choose not to do so I open this door & head back to our magistrate ~ let him know of my witnesses and yur.... breach..... as a respected high Caste of this City..... I wonder what the punishment wud be hmmmmmmm* he mused the thought *A nice public whipping ya think?*

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe cringes as she hears his words. She looks at him, shuddering a bit. There was no way of getting out of this one. "Do not open that door," she would pause, "please?" nicely she was saying that she was going to agree without saying she agreed. She looked at Lorcan speechless as her heart pounded in fear. She feared him and now she would have to listen to him, everything. Her mind is spinning. Finally the words came across her lips. She would of rather walked through miles of tarsk shit then say them but she did. "I accept." She snapped the words out. What else could she do but accept?

(Lorcan) Yurrrii: Ah very wise indeed. I was just musing over the thought how after such public display ya wud most likely lose respect of all around ya* he smirked *Even those cities ya deal with ~ Thus, the Magistrate may remove ya from such high position.. Ah indeed wise ya... accepted* he left the door knob and walked to her ~ he smirked *I want ya to thank Dru for making such a wonderful call in allowing me, the commander, to protect ya ~ & that ya are indeed, grateful and delighted* he stated. *Understand?*

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe she looked back at him. She sighed and let out air, trying so hard not to roll her eyes. "Alright," she says, "I will thank him wholeheartedly," she puts a hand on her chest. Ana was certainly lying but she would thank him. Maybe through gritting teeth but she would thank Drusus for the torture for the rest of her days. Ana was young too. Not three hundred like the rest of them, only 40 but still looked much younger. She thought about the rest of her life with Lorcan breathing down her neck and she takes the goblet from the table and moves her veil and throws the wine back in one gulp.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii smirked at her now *Take off yur veil* he said simply *I will see who be I protect .. shud one day.. I need to find ya somewhere* he tapped the table next to him with a grin *And worry not, I am yur protector.. I wud never... harm ya wud I?* he stated *As for yur idiocity in going near a stranger, in the slums.. Alone I shall be.. having a discussion about that with ya later* he stated, a grin played upon his lips ~ The woman had shown utmost disrespect to him many times ~ Revenge was a dish better served cold.

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe: She looks at him. "My eyes are very unique," she blinks to him not wanting to remove her veil as she feels as if completely undressed without it. "The are blue, there are two of them. Blue as the Thassa," she looked at him peering over that veil that she wanted to remain on her face. She tried not to glare at him but she was sure her eyes narrowed at least once. How was she going to get through this?

(Lorcan) Yurrrii grins *veil off or deal off* he said rather simply ~ It was in fact something he expected his wards to do so he cud protect 'em better ~ But now he enjoyed the torture he gave Ana ~ He knew the woman hated his guts & being in his presence alone was a killer ~ Ah this was fucking fun ~ he smirked to himself *Show me yur face...*

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe she would sigh. She looked back at him and moved her hand to the fabric that separated the rest of her face from Lorcan's eyes. She certainly never anticipated this day. She peeled away the fabric and looked at him. Her eyes traveled up to him gaging his reaction and she twisted and turned as she was clearly uncomfortable.

(Lorcan) Yurrrii looked at her face ~ No expression was written on his own ~ he was copying her features to memory ~ He nodded *Put it back on* he stated, then smirked at her *& let me make it clear, put yurself ever at harms way.. our discussion... regarding it.. shall not include words* he said, he had seen the woman act wrecklessly more than once.. *I must be on my way... my ward* he said with a big ass grin *I shall then see ya later..... Enjoy... yur day* he laughed and walked off

(Analise) Abigael Forsythe looks back at him. Glaring at him, her eyes narrowed. "Perhaps later we should discuss the parameters of all this. What I can and cannot do!" she hated to say it. Then she would add, "Be well Lorcan."