"I... I don't know. I thought... that, maybe I should just have my first time now. On the off chance I was going to be forced to marry someone." Allune replied in a shy tone.
Olga smiles back, Ilya getting a goofy prideful grin. The girl nods "Or a beautiful girl like you, Ophelia." Benacio laughs a little. "You've made friends already."
"Very well. I'll guard your father with my life. I-" He's interrupted as Miroslava enters the kitchen. "May we talk in private, my dear?" She smiles at Larisa.
Angelo looked exhausted, 'There, that's all I can do.' He turned to the Inquisitor, 'How are we faring, Sir? Did we get them all? Any survivors?'
He takes hold of her hand and squeezes. "If that should happen, just send me a message. I'll ride straight over to that castle and shoot the bastard in the balls, I swear."
"Thank you." Larisa gives a reassuring look to Kuril, not able to fully hide how doubtful she looks at it, seeing Miroslava appear. "Yes, of course." She wasn't too worried about Miroslava overhearing, and even if she did, it wasn't going to be anything they both didn't already know. She wasn't afraid of being killed just right then and there, however, and didn't have issues following along with her aunt. "Is something the matter?"
"We killed all the beasts, thanks to you and the priest. Unfortunately, all were dead when we arrived." The men, having returned from searching the houses, nod. "They found a few things. I think that you're entitled to a share." One of the soldiers drops a bag filled with a few pieces of gold, silver candlesticks, expensive silver plates, and a few pieces of jewellery. "Pick something, you've more than earned it, my son."
Miroslava leads Larisa up to the study. "No, my sweet. I wanted to know what you thought of the newcomers from Germany? An attractive pair, wouldn't you say? The young man, Benacio is quite the strapping young lad, don't you think?"
"Right, so you'll render a noble unable to continue his family line, while you get executed? No thanks. And besides, I'm a better shot than you." Allune replied with a cheeky grin.
“I try, brother.” Ophelia smiled at Benacio before turning back to Olga. “And thank you, dear.” While talking to the siblings Ophelia had finished washing herself. Wanting to enjoy the bath a little longer, before the water got cold, she submerged herself until she was mostly covered by the liquid, the water reaching to just above her nipples. Her face, shoulders, and quite a bit of her large breasts were left exposed. “So, have you two visited the lady before?” Ophelia asked as she turned back towards Olga, deciding it was time for a change of topic.
Are you asking for me or you? While she had to wonder, there was a small window of an awkward pause before Larisa gave a hesitant nod. "They're...very nice to look at. I had planned to tour the village with them tomorrow, if you don't need me here."
'God rest their souls and welcome them in Heaven,' Angelo said, saddened at the news, helped the solder to his feet, before he looked at the bag of loot, 'Alas I cannot, Sir. They belong to the people who fled to our camp, do they not?'
Olga shakes her head. "Dizz first time leaving Moscova. We come because Mongols may invade. Father want us out, so send us here to be safe."
"Mother seems to trust them, so, hopefully I'll be back before long." Allune sighed, before frowning at Matthias. "But... enough talk about that. If we're doing this, we should do this properly. After all, it's not everyday you get to deflower a noblewoman." She said with a grin.
“I'm sorry to hear that, I hope your father will be fine.” Ophelia said with a frown before her smile returned. “We too are visiting this part of the world for the first time, so we were not sure what to expect. I quite enjoyed the view on the way – there were some beautiful flowers... Though it was quite a nice surprise to discover a beautiful flower here, too.” Ophelia said as she stared at Olga's beautiful face.
She beams at the news. "Good girl, you've done very well." Miroslava puts a hand on Larisa's shoulder. "We're doing very well this year, but sometimes the crops fail, and our harvests aren't enough to pay the men, feed the smallfolk and pay our taxes to our lord and our king both. Because of this, it's wise to... foster good relations with our liege. The best way to do that is to see to their needs. Do you see what I'm driving at, my sweet?"
He smiles. "Or the sexiest girl in Lithuania." He kisses her, rubbing his length against her entrance to get her nice and wet again.
She grins. "I quite eenjoy your flowers too." Benacio laughs, while Illya facepalms at the bad flirtation.
"Yes, and we've rid their homes of monsters. Surely it's worth a few trinkets." He sighs. "Oh, I suppose you're right. Put it back, boys. Help yourself to some coins, but leave the rest where you found it." The men grumble, but obey.
