The Evil Baron

Such indeed in the life of a Baron, and such as one who is so good, er, insightful enough to care for all within his realm of influence.

Well indeed I thank you kindly, Miss, though rather unfortunately I do not know thy name other than you are a cobblers wife. But rather than myself I believe you are accompanied by someone who, whilst I hate, I do not wish any current ill will for.

Tell me plainly madam, doth thou write to my enemy, that knight of Brashton, the jouster upon the white stead, that who goes by the name of his armor, Sir Tin?

Yes sir. I have wrote to him before - to try and let him know that his kindness is so warm. And to ah.. *gulps* vent after a particularly difficult night. I meant no disrespect. I did not write him specifically to upset you, Baron. I shall keep my letters in check so as to not tred upon the political intrigues.

Thank you, sir. Though truthfully my roots are here. I would only be a bother and I do not want to besmirch the gaiety of their retinue.

I’m not sure what exactly you hope of this, but… but I indeed hope it brings you, or both of your persons, happiness.

I’m glad to hear of their excitement, I for one envy it so. But yes, it shall be a masquerade and you have my leave to attend should you wish. The new healer who has joined the staff, as well as servant Humbel shall be attending, should you wish to make either their acquaintances.

Such indeed in the life of a Baron, and such as one who is so good, er, insightful enough to care for all within his realm of influence.

Well indeed I thank you kindly, Miss, though rather unfortunately I do not know thy name other than you are a cobblers wife. But rather than myself I believe you are accompanied by someone who, whilst I hate, I do not wish any current ill will for.

Tell me plainly madam, doth thou write to my enemy, that knight of Brashton, the jouster upon the white stead, that who goes by the name of his armor, Sir Tin?

Yes sir. I have wrote to him before - to try and let him know that his kindness is so warm. And to ah.. *gulps* vent after a particularly difficult night. I meant no disrespect. I did not write him specifically to upset you, Baron. I shall keep my letters in check so as to not tred upon the political intrigues.

Such indeed in the life of a Baron, and such as one who is so good, er, insightful enough to care for all within his realm of influence.

Well indeed I thank you kindly, Miss, though rather unfortunately I do not know thy name other than you are a cobblers wife. But rather than myself I believe you are accompanied by someone who, whilst I hate, I do not wish any current ill will for.

Tell me plainly madam, doth thou write to my enemy, that knight of Brashton, the jouster upon the white stead, that who goes by the name of his armor, Sir Tin?

Dr. Amanda: as Ive said before Mort, you can just call me Amanda. I know the whole branding is “evil” but I’m not… anywho- not the point. I don’t think that’s crazy at all. It was a previous member of temporary staff, as you said, which is more an HR thing, not a me thing- but you and… well for confidentiality, we’ll say “Person,” you guys seem to have really hit it off. I don’t think it’s crazy at all.

Baron: Yeah… *sigh* I guess so… I just, I keep going back and forth whether what I did was too much? Or maybe just not enough? What do you think.

Dr. Amanda: It’s certainly possible your actions scared him off, but I don’t think that’s the case.

Baron: Really??

Dr. Amanda: Yes Mort… now this next part matters get comfortable but do you think I can talk to Him?

Baron: Oh… I dunno Doc… it kinda hurts.

Dr. Amanda: I know, only if you feel comfortable Mort, I just want to see something, if that’s okay? If you don’t feel comfortable we’ll try it again another time.

Baron: … No no, we can try. But if I don’t like it we can stop?

Dr. Amanda: Of course Baron, just try to make yourself as comfortable as possible, no standing like last time.

Baron: Okay… here goes… *laying down on a couch* ready… *deep breath* ╵⸍◟ᛁᛍᛁ ⸝⸜⸍ ⠃⸝ᛍᛁ ◟ᛁᛍᚽ⸍ ╮⸜⸌⸝╵ᚽ ╮ᚽ⸝⸍ ᚽ⸝╵ ⸝⸌╮⸝ᛁ╵ ިᛁᛁ⸜

What. What- oh gods above am I in therapy??

Dr. Amanda: Hello █████ ████████ it’s been some time since last we spoke.

Technically we speak every time this idiot speaks.

Dr. Amanda: Your consistent need to belittle him shows me a great deal you know. But we’re not here to discuss that today.

Oh?

Dr. Amanda: What did you say to “Person.” You seem to have thrown a wedge between it and the Baron.

It is none of your mortal concern.

Dr. Amanda: NO- you don’t- you don’t just get to decide that… Mort is… my boss and my friend. And I care very deeply about him- so you better fucking tell me the truth.

… I distanced them, this is true. My kin do not marry underlings. They were born to become royalty. So excuse me for doing everything within my right to protect my dynasty.

Dr. Amanda: You’re dead… You have been for centuries, let your family move on. Please ████████ for him, for all of them! They deserve to move on…

For now his Liege shall never allow the poor man peace again. Not after becoming aware of how terribly easy it is to unravel his mind with but a few sweet words spoken softly enough...

And the most dreadful part of it all is that the Knight remains fully aware of what is happening to him. One can watch his resolve attempt to hold firm for but a moment before it melts all the same beneath affection, pleading, and just enough tenderness to ruin whatever dutiful refusal once rested upon his tongue.

A most pitiful fate for a man sworn to devotion.

Dr. Amanda: as Ive said before Mort, you can just call me Amanda. I know the whole branding is “evil” but I’m not… anywho- not the point. I don’t think that’s crazy at all. It was a previous member of temporary staff, as you said, which is more an HR thing, not a me thing- but you and… well for confidentiality, we’ll say “Person,” you guys seem to have really hit it off. I don’t think it’s crazy at all.

Baron: Yeah… *sigh* I guess so… I just, I keep going back and forth whether what I did was too much? Or maybe just not enough? What do you think.

Dr. Amanda: It’s certainly possible your actions scared him off, but I don’t think that’s the case.

Baron: Really??

Dr. Amanda: Yes Mort… now this next part matters get comfortable but do you think I can talk to Him?

Baron: Oh… I dunno Doc… it kinda hurts.

Dr. Amanda: I know, only if you feel comfortable Mort, I just want to see something, if that’s okay? If you don’t feel comfortable we’ll try it again another time.

Baron: … No no, we can try. But if I don’t like it we can stop?

Dr. Amanda: Of course Baron, just try to make yourself as comfortable as possible, no standing like last time.

Baron: Okay… here goes… *laying down on a couch* ready… *deep breath* ╵⸍◟ᛁᛍᛁ ⸝⸜⸍ ⠃⸝ᛍᛁ ◟ᛁᛍᚽ⸍ ╮⸜⸌⸝╵ᚽ ╮ᚽ⸝⸍ ᚽ⸝╵ ⸝⸌╮⸝ᛁ╵ ިᛁᛁ⸜

What. What- oh gods above am I in therapy??

Dr. Amanda: Hello █████ ████████ it’s been some time since last we spoke.

Technically we speak every time this idiot speaks.

Dr. Amanda: Your consistent need to belittle him shows me a great deal you know. But we’re not here to discuss that today.

Oh?

Dr. Amanda: What did you say to “Person.” You seem to have thrown a wedge between it and the Baron.

It is none of your mortal concern.

Dr. Amanda: NO- you don’t- you don’t just get to decide that… Mort is… my boss and my friend. And I care very deeply about him- so you better fucking tell me the truth.

… I distanced them, this is true. My kin do not marry underlings. They were born to become royalty. So excuse me for doing everything within my right to protect my dynasty.

Dr. Amanda: You’re dead… You have been for centuries, let your family move on. Please ████████ for him, for all of them! They deserve to move on…