Taniwha Fire: Lord Nathan Son of a Royal Line

With the lady of the great house gone, Nathan thought the horror was, over…
Not sure what to think, Ellie was not quite ready to… come in from the cold? Position of the lady of the great house vacant, maybe… it… was her turn?
Luke, Josh and Isaac just wanted to get on with their lives when they felt that… calling… tried to… resist…
Father Gregory biding his time, smiled that Stacey still owed him a son… the eldest… no one reneged on his, deals…
Power Stacy could use to take back the great house on offer, old woman she had tortured confessing there was a ceremony, to restore her fortunes as the next lady of the great house, she needed the perfect set of four pure brothers. Problem of having ransomed the younger three, loving the idea of punishing the eldest, Stacy smiled that it was damn well her turn to be the lady of the great house!


Unaware what hell his mother's plan was about to unleash on him and his brothers, Nathan was glad Derek's classes were going well, was not sure about… Had he been… Dreaming…?
Struggling with those around him, Nathan is starting to think of there being… something else than… this…?
Maybe, just maybe, he could… leave scheming ladies and sadistic priests all behind, create a… safe place?
Did that even, exist?
Was his delusion right, was he… a son of a… royal line?
Nathan's delusion surprised that his son Edward saw her, advised “run!”
Running, Edward just wanted to be… safe.


«Sometime in the night, Madam's job ticket 19–593–421-M seemed to have… gone awry?
Whore Madam had sent out on that job ticket not returning, Madam calmly charged the whore for her absence, considered if it was worth while recovering her missing stock?
Girl having no particular special skills, was starting to get to the throw away stage where the body lived past the soul dying, which is why she had agreed to the hire.
Deciding to write off the stock and forget about it, thoughtful, Madam stirred her aging bones, went and visited lady Agathar.
Alexandra being polite enough showing her in, Madam prodded “how are you, Jane? Or should that be Aphrodite?”
Frowning at Madam, lady Agathar admitted she hadn't been called either of those in the longest time, sighed as she asked “what do you want… mother?”
Last bit dripping sarcasm, Madam smiled asked “have you noticed we… seem to be the… last ones?”
Smiling, lady Agathar replied “yes Sarah, or should that be Star, I have. What do you want?”
Frowning to be reminded she had been a whore too, three years between them, Madam admitted it hurt a little to be reminded she had been…?
Normal…
Before…
Deep sigh, Madam smiled. Holding out job ticket 19–593–421-M, remembering the whore sent had been called…
Judith…? She asked “should I be worried?”
Raised eyebrow from lady Agathar, followed by a smile, the answer was “I think the lord of the manor may be the one to worry there, nothing to worry about, for you.”
Sad smile, not liking Maxwell Darius as the lord of the manor, Madam  wearily observed “times they are a changing.”
Agreeing, lady Agathar pointedly asked “was that all?”
Nodding, Madam went back to her brothel, quietly set about putting her affairs in order…
Just in case…


Job ticket 19–593–421-M going perfectly to the client's plan, Madam's missing whore having found her name was Judith considered what she was being…
Reminded…?
Threw herself into the…
Training…
Left determined…
Very determined!”