65 Chapter 65: Control? You don't need it I

A tall female servant came to Arianne's room and called out. "My lady, Lord Oliver has called you. He seems to have something to tell you."

There was some ruffling heard from the other side and Arianne's head popped out of the door. She was flushed and shaken. "Uh… yeah, tell him that I will be there immediately."

The servant nodded, but she still stayed outside and waited there. Suddenly two guards walked past the hallways and Arianne's nervous demeanor became even more visible. "I will be waiting here, my lady." 

Arianne was angry and a polite but tight smile adorned her face. While the servant was supposed to listen to her too as the lady of the house, they would take Oliver's orders and interests before hers any day.

"Okay, wait outside… I will be back in a little."

She then hurried to close the door, but the servant got ahold of the edge of the door and looked Arianne straight in the eyes. "Do you need help putting on your dress?"

"No!" Arianne was quick to refuse and she could see that the servant was already very suspicious of something happening. "I am not a child, I can put on my clothes."

She closed the door and the servant was left outside to wait, and a small smirk adorned the maid's face. But it was gone as soon as it came, she seemed amused by Arianne's excuses and the mental breakdown of the young lady. When people are at their weakest they reveal their true nature. 

"I will go and inform Lord Oliver then," the maid bowed even though there was no one there and walked off.

As the servant walked out she went to Oliver's office and opened the door, the two guards outside only looked at her once and didn't stop her. Once inside, the office was empty so the 'servant' tugged at her face and her face came off like a snake shedding its skin. 

Out of the maid's female features came a handsome male face with dark eyes and silver hair, it was Oliver using the same technique as the faceless men.

He sat down on his chair and crackled, thinking of what Arianne had just done. The young woman had tried to sell herself as the victim, but she was a predator out there. Killing some girl that he didn't bother to remember the name of, and doing it all in cold blood.

He could even see it in her eyes, she truly believed that this was the right thing to do. But Oliver saw it differently, to him she was just doing this to make herself feel in control of the situation.

It wasn't the right thing to do, after all, where would she even hide the body? It would have been better to just throw the woman off a window and make it seem like an accident.

But for her petty revenge, Arianne had just killed a woman in her bed with a fruit knife that she usually used. Her sheets should be covered in blood by now, so there was no way she could hide anything anymore. 

Oliver turned his chair and stared out of his window, mesmerized by the sight of his city. It was named London for multiple reasons, just in case someone from his world had reincarnated, then he would kill them off too if they came to him.

After all, two people knowing the future events wasn't good at all, like a secret between three men, it could only be kept if two of them were dead.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Three soft knocks sounded from the door, and by the rhythm and sound of it, Oliver could tell it was Arianne. "Come on in."

She entered and was wearing a blue dress that showed off her cleavage. Oliver didn't bother hiding his gaze and looked straight at his wife's chest. "You look charming today."

"Thank you, Oliver." she smiled happily, but he could tell that it was fake. Real smiles cause the eyes to move. It is fake if the rest of the person's face stays still while they are smiling.

Also, another hint was that people who smile genuinely are less likely to expose the bottom row of teeth.

A fake smile is more likely to include both rows of teeth. "Glad I was able to catch your eye. Maybe we could do something tonight with the dress?"

Telling when someone's smile is false was a useful skill to have, both in a modern work environment or a medieval world. "Of course, but why wait till bedtime?"

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( Oliver POV )

There was a certain satisfaction watching Arianne's reaction as I leaned back on my chair. She wasn't in the mood for this after just killing someone, at the same time she must be mentally weak right now.

As she came close I pulled her down, she leaned on the desk and sat down on my lap. Her eyes met mine and a smile that didn't reach her eyes seemed to be everpresent. I decided to add a little fuel to the flame and said.

"Also, my guards accidentally found your uncle Oberyn and took him for an intruder. He almost died due to blood loss, hopefully, he lives. His condition isn't quite stable yet."

At first, I was expecting an explosive display of anger from her, but instead, she tried to pull herself in a sitting position, which proved harder than she had been thinking after our rather intimate position.

On her face, I could see tendrils of anger that were trying to form, but they failed to attain success. It wasn't a huge shock. With the recent state of her emotions, actively manifesting one while erasing the others was near impossible. 

After all, during the last hour, she had run through a plethora of challenges that pushed her significantly out of her comfort zone. Killing her friend, and having to act like a whore was tough.

Ultimately, first losing her family, then her friend, for a husband that she doesn't even know that well didn't make things easier to process.

Then, from her perspective, there was the chance of someone finding the dead body in her room. And to top off everything, now there was no going back to where she used to be from.

Her family was nowhere in sight and they weren't there, and the uncle who she had just contacted recently was now almost dead. The glimmer of hope had now died off too. 

Heh, how selfish of her. Didn't she know how many people died because of her family's silliness? Especially for her dead aunt, just the number of soldiers lost in that war for a woman they didn't even know. The orphans and empty families left behind would never be mentioned in history books.

Everyday people always suffered for the wealthy and powerful, that was a law that would never change about humans. At least I would like to be in the rich and powerful category, rather than suffer for others' pleasure.

I didn't even bother acknowledging her actions as she pulled down my pants and pulled out my shaft, choosing to start speaking instead. "So, I heard from one of my servants that you didn't let her in your room. Why might that be?" I murmured casually.

Just like that, she had been left speechless, reminding her status here and how her life was in my hands. "I hope you understand how bad this makes it seem from my view?"

But even as I moved through the explanation about how this would make me suspicious and why she did that, most of my attention was on her body and her reactions.

Her body, because she looked spectacular, wearing nothing under her dress as I pulled it up and unzipper her clothes, taking them all off, she was buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes, and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back.

She had full lips, a husky voice, and round ripe breasts. All around, the view was delicious enough that a certain part of my body was working overtime to come back to life.

I was a couple minutes into the discussion about the spread of the various political things when Arianne managed to break through her haze, enough to right herself on the table, her legs crossed, her arms around her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, which was a bit late as far as her modesty was concerned. 

Despite her expression, charged with anger, it took another few minutes to gather enough presence of mind to speak. "Stop," she whispered, her voice coming out more vulnerable than she was planning if her follow-up expression was any indicator. 

"Was I not clear enough about the repercussions," I countered casually. "I was hoping you will be able to keep all of it in mind. I could explain it to you again in detail, but that seems unnecessary.

Someone of your intelligence should be able to handle it-" I said, trying to play the misunderstanding angle about her. Until she managed to cut me off. 

"It's not that," she murmured with a hint of outrage. I had an amused expectation that her outrage was more about questioning her intelligence capability than anything else.

After a deep breath, she continued with a freshly sparked outrage.

"We need to talk about what you are doing?"

"What about it?" I said in an exaggerated casualness.

"What about it!" she repeated, her anger tinged with shock. "I am not stupid! Is this some kind of sick game to you?! I just killed Bahra!!"

"So what?" I asked. "She wasn't even my favorite cum-dump."

"You!" she spat. Fed with my casualness, her anger flared even more, enough to distract her from some peripheral details, like why her arms were wrapped around her chest.

She pushed herself off the table and on her feet, her arms high with an angry gesture. But my attention was on her breasts, freed from their temporary support, tumbling temptingly.

Tempting enough to make me adjust my plans. Initially, I had been planning to let her put on a show of anger until the edge wore off, but I stood up sharply instead. With my face just an inch away from hers, her next words lay forgotten. "Me!" I answered her with a distorted echo.

I took a small step forward, and she took a larger one back. I took another, and this time, my desk, which had already been an excellent facilitator for our activities, turned out to be helpful once more and prevented her retreat.

Before she could escape sideways, I put my arms on both sides of her, cutting her escape. She could have forced her way out, but as I expected, she didn't even try it.

I leaned forward until I could feel her warmth over my skin, but avoided actual touch, choosing to hover a small distance away.

"You want to know why I did what I did? That's why I know about you killing someone and even contacting your uncle behind my back and me not doing anything?"

There was no use hiding these things anymore. Arianne Martell was about to be mine, and I only needed to deliver her in a fragile emotional state.

"Do you know why wars continue to be fought? Or why your aunt was raped brutally while the assailant still had the blood of her children in their hands? This world is terrible and rewards terrible people. I didn't make the world, I only live in it."

I didn't wait for her to reply and just continued my speech. "I can't change this cruel world, but I can make a place for people where it's not so bad.

When you fell into my life, I thought you were just another naive girl, and it turned out to be true to a certain extent." I got closer to her, our noses almost touching and our bodies even closer than that.

The dress she wore also was dropped to the ground and so were my pants. "Your aunt was raped and killed because you and your family were too weak to stop it, and because your father and his father before him made stupid mistakes.

Do you wanna go back to your family? Go, it doesn't matter to me, go and be married off to Viserys Targaryen who is as mad as his father. Maybe your prayers to the Seven Gods will stop the same thing from happening to you."

She looked at me with anger in her eyes, no longer able to hide her emotions. "So what?! Are you any better? Has any choice even been mine since I came to this place?!"

"Obviously not!" I yelled out in mock anger. "You don't know anything about the world, you are like a sheltered and spoiled child!"

*slap*

The next thing I felt was the stinging sensation on my cheek and tears rolled off her eyes. Seeing this I sighed and touched her face gently.

"You have your choice right now, you can leave from here and everything between us will be forgotten, or you can stay here and become someone who will stay by my side.

I promise you to no longer sleep around or do something behind your back. So… here it is… chose…" 

As I spoke, emotions danced on her face, fear, panic, desperation, and most importantly, arousal…

She shook her head helplessly, but at this point, she was already within my palm. I could crush her like a doll.

"I take the easy road and usually say that our marriage was because of convenience, but that would be a lie," I said even as I slid my fingers through her soft hair, but let my fingers hang limply.

"The answer is simple. I wanted it. I wanted you."

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