Vaimiss was debating just letting him go back to his cell. It was becoming clear that he hadn’t meant what he had said before, she’d been far too happy to take it out of context.. and now here they were, tons of burn marks later. A small part of her was tempted to apologize, though both her pride and her upbringing flared to at the thought. No dragon should, could ever apologize to a human. Even if he was more innocent than his forefathers, he was still a slave for a reason. His kind were still her owns sworn enemy.
When he spoke, she didn’t turn around. It was easier not to. She did however let him speak freely without interruption. At least he could acknowledge the sins of his kind, despite arguing that he wasn’t a bad seed. That part didn’t matter. In the end, they were all bad seeds. Give them an inch and they took your whole arm. But he did make it a tad easier for her to decide what to do. She could be merciful. And she could still turn this to her advantage without resorting to any further violence. Slowly, she turned around to face him again. “Alright. Then you’ll get to prove that to me.” She said, before calling for a guard. This time she spoke to the guard in hushed tones, making sure he was the only one to hear her instructions. Then she left the room in favor of another. The kind meant for intimacy. And per her instructions, he would be unchained, cleaned, his wounds dressed, and then he would be delivered here. In the meantime she slipped out of her clothes, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, waiting. Only when the doors opened did she rise, nodding briefly to the guards before they departed. “You said you were sorry. That you don’t have any ill will towards me.” she spoke, stepping very close. “Care to prove it?”
He would get to prove that to her.
She whispered to the guard, and he waited in silence until he was approached, grunting softly as he was released from the posts he’d been chained to. Colt lowered his arms slowly, painfully as it pulled at new wounds. He was lead away, not entirely sure what was going on but not fighting it. Even though the cleaning of the burns may have been more painful than receiving them in the first place.
The cool salve applied felt good at least, before a fair portion of his upper torso was wrapped in bandages. He imagined it wasn’t going to be pleasant to peel them off later, but he didn’t have the time to focus on that right now. Not when he realised he had been lead back to her.
Maybe it was hard to believe he could bear no ill will towards the woman who had just caused his current issue of being wrapped up in bandages and under that covered in a salve that was just touching on soothing the irritation. But the only person he truly held any ill will against was his father, regardless of how he felt about being made a slave. He couldn’t say he liked what she had done to him (even if he’d tried to face it like a challenge to overcome) but it didn’t trigger the bitterness in him like the thought of his father did.
But then again, she hadn’t done what his father had. What had happened between the two of them was more complex than that. Despite her bringing out desires in him he wasn’t used to battling, he had already let go of his frustration, so he nodded slightly before saying, “What would you ask of me, Ma’am? In order to prove it.”
Colt wasn’t an idiot, he had a fair idea of what she would want (especially given her state of undress) but it was better to let her dictate her desires than it was to assume anything.
