A delicate hand pushed a quill down on a piece of paper.
It is fascinating, the way Margaret conducts herself.
Her behavior is hard but somehow polished in a way, that one would think manly and still somewhat likable.
The first time you meet Margaret, you would wonder if this really is a noble woman or a veteran warrior coming back from a long war to show off her medals.
It seems like I am trying to besmirch Margaret’s good name but instead, I actually like her. I’ve seen the way both men and women of different station conduct themselves towards her. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fire.net
The hand stopped its quill and thought for a second before pressing the quill down again.
I mean Madam Margaret is a quirky and eccentric woman, but one that you would rather have on your good side than none.
And it is this very madam, that will marry my master... my poor, poor master who is very easily influenced and be claimed by her aggressive ways.
But still, I’m not that worried about her. Though Marga- the Madam would have her claim over him, I still believe the master has me is one of his deepest places of the mind, worshiping me over every dog in heat that might have come in his life.
The quill went up and gently tapped the white smooth skin of hers. She tapped her chin in thoughtful measure before smiling as she dipped the quills peak in a bottle of ink.
The Madam has been active most of the time I’ve seen her. Either she’s working in the office with infinite supply of papers or she’s working on the field, redirecting and ordering people what to do.
There’s never been much of a leisure time for Madam.
At least that’s what I thought until I heard from her closest maid Helena, that, Madam does have a leisure time. But its only when the papers finally get through to her at the end of the day. It’s then that she sips a glass of her favorite drink and closes her eyes for a few moments in bliss.
In ways, she is like an old workaholic man who stays active all day and finally gets some rest at the end... but the difference was that Madam is extremely active and influential woman that some would call hot... like master.
As the beautiful hand wrote with intricate delicacy and design, she didn’t care to see a large figure quietly approaching her. She smiled and wrote to her delight while the large man spread his palms wide and quickly grabbed her large breasts.
"Anghhh~" Instead of a scream, a moan reached out of the girl as the invader narrowed his eyes.
"Alice... you do know you just got attacked, right?"
"Yes" Alice, who was writing all this time, leaned back in her chair with a lustful gaze penetrated at her master, "And I like it very much~"
"What if I had been an outsider?" Henry asked with smiling curiosity.
"But master, you’re the only one that grabs my bosoms so perfectly- mmph~" Alice moaned slightly as her already hard nipples brushed against his fingers.
"I’ve missed you, master." Alice said, turning her hands back and softly grabbing his neck, "I’ve been lonely while you were away."
"A city full of soldiers and you’ve been lonely, I doubt that." Henry says as he roughly pulls her up, "I’m sure you must have pranked a few people."
"Make that a dozen a day." Alice immediately wrapped her hands around his whole body and started kissing him strongly.
Alice’s naked, sweaty and disheveled body lay beside Henry’s, as she gasped for air.
"That felt new." Alice said between breaths, "It feels like you were having sex with someone else, not me."
"It’s alright, master." Alice hugged Henry and smiled gently, "It’s good that it’s with me. It’s good to know that I still have some time left before a new one breaks in."
Henry smiled and grabbed her large spongy breasts and massaged it as she moaned, "This is why I like you the most, Alice."
’Like and not...’ Alice smiled and kissed him.
The kiss broke a while later and Henry got up. Alice licked her lips as she saw his naked butt hovering towards the desk and pick up the paper she was writing previously.
"I saw you were squabbling on this."
"It’s called Writing, Master!"
"I’ll identify that after I read this." With that Henry started reading as Alice governed his facial expressions.
First there was a smile which turned crooked for a moment before returning. Then the smile turned blank as she heard a small murmur.
"am I that impressionable?..."
Finally, a quirky smile came before Henry closed the small note.
"It’s the report, Master." Alice turned around and lay on her stomach whilst she played with her feet, "The one you wanted from me to spy on the Madam."
"Not spy, but check. I’m just looking out for my wife-to-be, is that weird?"
Alice shook her head whilst thinking something else entirely.
I look at her novelist writing and didn’t know what to say.
There were a few mentions of me, which were either in her perspective or making me too naïve. There was some mention of Wilson and a lot of Margaret but only about her daily life and her behavior.
Not really the kind of report that I wanted.
"You sure this is a report and not a biography?"
Alice pouted cutely, "It’s a report, master. I did my best as you said and wrote about the Madam as she is."
"And I don’t doubt that," Really I didn’t, there was a lot of information here that could be real, "But I wanted to know what she has been doing after I left. Regarding work and anything interesting."
Alice looked up with a thoughtful expression, "About work... she doesn’t let anyone go inside besides Helena."
"But I’m sure that wasn’t a problem for you." I smile as she matched mine.
"Of course not. I used a spell to check inside her office and master... there were towers made from paper that gave me goosebumps." She visibly shook.
I sigh, ’Yeah, Margaret said something about burning down trees or something."
"She mostly signs those papers and sometimes marks them while either crossing or ripping a few." Alice said, "And about her outside activities... I’m sure you’ve seen what she’s done."
After founding out Oricon’s connection with those traitors, I’ve naturally told it to Margaret who only nodded at the time. But after we left, she instantly seized their family, homes and everything they had before torturing the shit out of them.
She didn’t do much about the family... at least to those that didn’t have any involvement. She only stripped them of their status and branded them as slaves.
And at last, in the name of our victory, Margaret strung up the traitors and Oricon on the City Central. It was a show of fear and power for both Margaret’s political enemies and those that have thoughts of disloyalty.
I have to say, in this way she’s better or stronger than me. I wouldn’t have displayed them to the public and would have made a private show for the higher echelons.
"Oh master, this letter came for you last night."
I take the suddenly appearing letter marked ’IMPORTANT’ in bright red. As I read it, my eyes widen in shock and a smile brightens as I call Alice.
"Alice, get ready. We’re leaving immediately!"
"Now?" Alice hugged her naked breasts tightly, "But I’m still weak after those round-"
"Haa... Alright, master."