The Rules of Blood-Volume Two ; Chapter 79 (295) - Lendros, Failure
[Translated from Iskahese]
I have failed my princess. I have failed my king, my queen.
I’ve let her fall in love. I’ve let another man get too close.
“Lendros,” Tahreni said, entering the room he took for himself.
“Leave me, Tahreni,” Lendros waved her out of the room, “I am thinking.”
Tahreni sighed, ignoring him and closing the door behind her, “That’s the problem, you don’t think, my friend.”
“How could I fail in my duties like this?” Lendros muttered, more to himself than Tahreni, “The queen will have my head for this.”
“Well,” Tahreni sat on the bed, a few feet away from Lendros and the chair he used as support, “Then we will both lose our heads.”
“Exactly what I wanted, to lose my head next to you,” Lendros clicked his tongue, annoyed, “What a relief that is.”
“Don’t be fucking rude now,” Tahreni hissed, kicking his chair, but continued talking once she stopped, “Look, for better or for worse, the princess looks happier now, no?”
Lendros stood silent for a bit, the nails of his right hand rhythmically hitting the wooden table.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, in quick succession.
And again.
“Stop it,” Tahreni complained, “It’s half as annoying as you are.”
“That’s an accomplishment,” Lendros chuckled, his different-colored eyes towards the ground, “But I don’t know Tahreni.”
“Not surprising,” Tahreni shrugged, “More shocking is that you have a wife and kid. To this day, I don’t know how you did it.”
“Fuck off, I’m trying to be serious here,” Lendros turned to face her, angry.
“Fine, speak your mind then,” Tahreni shrugged, letting her back fall on the bed below.
Lendros sighed, looking at the woman who made herself comfortable in her bed, but began speaking all the same, “I don’t know if I should be happy for her, or annoyed at Blanc. My orders are to kill all who get too close. But, while my eyes were closed, they got too close, and now I’m stuck.”
“How are you stuck?” Velakia asked, raising her head to look at Lendros.
“I can’t kill him because it will hurt the princess,” Lendros scratched his eyebrow, “But I can’t stand aside either.”
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“I suggest you let go of such thoughts,” Tahreni placed her head back on the bed, “Velakia would kill you before you hurt him.”
“Does he love him that much already?” Lendros’s eyes widened, “How? When?”
“I don’t know,” Tahreni lied, “But I would not dare to find out.”
“Fuck,” Lendros slapped the wooden table, “What does that mean for us?”
“Velakia does not plan to change anything,” Tahreni shook her head, “Once we’re done here, we will go home.”
“That’s good,” Lendros sighed, letting himself calm down a bit, “As long as their relationship doesn’t go further than kissing, it will be easy to deal with and go past it.”
“...”
“No, don’t tell me-” Lendros muttered, but as he spoke, the creaking of a bed silenced him.
Both Tahreni and Lendros’s eyes went wide.
And when the light moaning behind all that creaking reached their ears, Lendros got to his feet.
“There is your answer, I guess,” Tahreni got up, sighing.
“I’ll kill him,” Lendros muttered, snapping the thread that held his marble at his neck.
“You will not do that, old friend,” Tahreni sighed, uncomfortable with the noise coming from one of the other rooms. “I will not let you be the person who brings back the sadness that held our princess hostage. If that man is the reason she is happy, I will not let you stop it.”
“It’s the queen’s orders,” Lendros hissed after summoning his polearm, “Step aside, friend.”
“I am the weapon of Iskahul,” Tahreni muttered as she snapped her own marble off her neck, summoning her own weapons, “Do what you have to do then.”
Lendros stood silent, his weapon at the ready.
In this small room, his weapon was a disadvantage. And the fact that his friend blocked the door did not help either.
So a standoff ensued, a standoff in which, for minutes, as the creaking and moans continued in the background, they stood and looked at each other.
To call this a battle of wits, caught between anger and embarrassment, would be more accurate, as both tried to keep a straight, serious face, weapons in hand, waiting to see who would make the first move.
But the sounds made it more difficult to act seriously.
“Come on then,” Tahreni taunted, taking a defensive pose, “Since when are you so indecisive? You killed hundreds, what is one more?”
Lendros clenched his jaw, taking an offensive stance, polearm over his head, steel pointed towards his friend.
But as another loud moan reached his ears, he threw the weapon on the ground.
“Go tell them to fuck silently,” Lendros muttered through clenched teeth, “Or I will kill everyone in this house.”
“The mighty Lendros, the King’s Steel, Heir to the Island of Lepnos, Beast-fearing, Boyard Killer, has been finally defeated by the sounds of sex,” Tahreni sighed, sending her weapons back inside the marble. “But fine, I will walk in on two people fucking to tell them that Lendros hates the sound of sex, and if they could, perhaps, fuck more quietly.”
“Do that for me, ey?” Lendros sighed, sitting back at the table.
“Yes, yes,” Tahreni shook her head, opening the door and leaving the room, letting Lendros think on the matter.
He placed his elbows on the table, palms covering his ears and blocking the sounds that were coming from another room.
The faces of his wife and his newborn daughter flashed in his mind as he began repeating their names under his breath in hopes of calming down his anger.
His priority was protecting the princess from men. A priority, an order, that he failed spectacularly.
But the next one in line was to return home to his wife and daughter. To see their smile, to see his daughter grow, to threaten all the men who would court her once she grew up. Yes… he will not fail there.
Nor will he fail to see them again soon… Even if it meant having to overlook the princess’s relationship with this Blanc, whom they had to protect for a few more weeks.
Volume Two ; Chapter 79 (295) - Lendros, Failure
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