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September 2, 2022 | Rhea Royce, Daemon’s wife - Rhea x Helena

  


Helena: You lied to us! She's not hideous at all! In fact, if you no longer want her... may I?

 

"You quite clearly need your eyes seen to" Daemon.

"Well, why am I not shocked you've been spreading rumors more than brothel whores?" Rhea

Daemon eye rolling dramatically. "Fuck you cunt! You know what if you two wish to speak no one is stopping you but leave me out of it!"

 

Helena tsked disapprovingly. "I am so sorry," she said to Rhea. "I'm Helena, and he doesn't like me either. He peed on me earlier." She snorted at the memory. "So there's no need to ask what your marriage is like, but... how do you deal with that?"

 

"He did what?!" Rhea actually looked a shade of shocked before her eyes cut to Daemon somewhat glaring for a moment. "Well he's never done that before, but if he did he'd be without balls..... Or ovaries more than likely" She shot at Daemon who was still sitting there looking pouty and annoyed.

"What is it you want Rhea? Or are you just suddenly around to drive me insane?" Daemon grumbled not at all liking how they seemed to both be ignoring him and making him central topic.

 

"Remember when you said to leave you out of our conversation?" Helena asked Daemon. "And yet, you're still here bitching about us. Run along now, no one wants a manosaurus lumbering round."

 

Rhea actually had to stifle a bit of a laugh before looking at Daemon with a smirk.

"You're fucking perfect for one another.... Dull cunts" He growled moving to stand up and glaring at both of them before heading off, kicking over a stack of books on his way out and making sure the door slammed loudly.

"Well, that was shockingly easy" Rhea commented shaking her head.

 

"Thanks for your blessing, we're gonna fuck on your bed!" Helena called after him. Turning back to Rhea, she shook her head at Daemon's antics. "Kidding," she said. "Is he always this childish?"

 

Rhea rolled her eyes a bit but couldn't help the smile that came after the other female joke. Finally, a woman who'd sooner ring that arrogant shit by the neck than try to disrobe him!

"He is a Haughty, Arrogant, Spoiled little child by every definition! So yes! Always! It's honestly maddening to hear him speak anymore as anything he says is usually just attempt to cause drama or seek attention" She replied a bit tensely before moving to sit down with a sigh. "To think I couldn't even relax after riding this far without dealing with such spiteful behavior!"

 

Helena grimaced sympathetically. "I know the type," she said. "Where are you riding from?"

 

"I came from my home. Our home I suppose unfortunately though thankfully he hasn't graced my door since he found his gloomy island. It's nearly a four day ride at best. Without any issues along the way" She replied nodding in thanks to one of the servants who'd just came in to poor drinks and then move to help the lady out of her cloak she wore.

 

"Four days' ride, and you come in to that.... I do not envy you in the slightest. So what are you both here for?"

 

"Well, he lives here now from what I hear. First he was handling the king's gold and finances but I hear he was less than appealing at that so now he runs the city watch. Me, I've come out of respect for the king and his family you could say. Won't be here long as I've my own lands to tend to" She informed her with a shrug.

 

"What did he do, steal from the coffers?" Helena asked before she could rethink it. Then she shook her head. "No, of course he didn't, he'd risk losing a hand, wouldn't he? Maybe he's just bad at accounting."

She gave Rhea a curious look. "What are your lands like?" she asked. She was tempted to ask what was going on with the king and his family, but chose not to in case someone had already mentioned it and she'd forgotten.

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