@logosisms
“I admit, when you called me over last night, I had no idea it would be for…well, this. Tell me, why is it that you wish for me to remain perfectly still?”
This was a woman who was under his personal brand of protection all due to a circumstance where the events coaxed vicious thoughts of violence, of a brutal execution he had followed through on in an act of calculated rage that spread throughout the ranks of his men.
Never would they disobey or kidnap anyone “simply for the fun of it.”
There had to be order.
And yet, here the Jackal King sat, perfectly still on a bench, his hands on his lap as the woman by the name of Eleanor was somewhere to the right of him.
“I am so curious as to what you are doing…can I move now?”













