Yelka pressed his shoulder against the wall, touching his temple against the cold stone and groaning softly.
He remained there for a few moments before he slid along the wall, approaching the oak table and dropping his body, which felt like wet sand, into the chair.
He stared at the wood of the table for a moment, tracing his fingernails over each smoothed-out knot illuminated only by the weakened moonlight.
He continues to trail his hand over the tabletop until he touches the stone lamp at the center. He lazily grabbed the firesteel and flint and stuck them together, needing to make a few attempts before he finally put in enough effort to start a flame and light the lamp.
A soft rustling sounded from the attached room. Yelka set the firesteel down hard and turned his head towards the sound.
"Piggidigi," he barked "Wine."
There was a short pause, and then more rustling that carried on past Yelka's point of patience.
"Move your arse, beast!" He called in a harsher tone.
The instant his sentence was finished, Piggidigi came rushing out with the wine and goblet, her expression completely flat yet when she moved into the moonlight, tiny scratches that made their way down her yellow cheeks became visible.
She approached the table with loud footsteps and placed the goblet gently on the table, brushing her crooked fingertips lovingly against the cup as she slowly poured the wine, blackened by the darkness. Yelka watched her closely, waiting until she was finished and the bottle was re-corked before he reached out and grabbed her by the jaw, rubbing his thumb over one of the scratches. Piggidigi huffed and grunted in his grasp.
"Who damaged my property now, Piggidigi?" He asked in a smooth tone, releasing her jaw so he could brush his knuckles against her cheek.
Piggidigi's dark eyes dropped down to his hand and then over to the far wall.
Yelka stared for a moment, thinking over her response as his eyebrow slowly raised. Then he shrugged and leaned back in his chair, lifting the goblet to his chin.
"I can't say I'm surprised. The young thing's a cunt." He cleared his throat before tilting the goblet against his lips.
Piggidigi released a soft chuckle as he drank, eyes watching the goblet all the way back to the table before twitching back to Yelka.
"You're weary of face." Piggidigi finally spoke, her words just as twisted by her strange accent as usual. "Why?"
Yelka breathed a heavy sigh, putting his shoulders into the effort.
"My own father doesn't trust my judgement." He answered, squeezing and releasing the handle of the goblet between his fingers over and over. " ... The man is older than the mountains themselves and he still thinks he knows more than I do about the state of things."
Yelka paused on Piggidigi's features, staring at her for a moment before continuing.
"A savage wouldn't understand."
Piggidigi was silent for merely a few seconds before she straightened her spine and crept a few steps closer.
"No," she began " ... But a savage trusts in her king ... And a savage believes he should force his own judgement upon the old man's ears if he will not listen." Piggidigi slowly moved behind Yelka and after a moment he felt her gently push her fingers through his hair.
"Wouldn't you say?" Her whisper rasped in his ear.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Yelka answered, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as the wild-woman combed through his hair with her rough fingertips.
"I was powerful once." She had returned to her normal speaking voice, Yelka had to assume this was out of resentment of what he had said.
"Hm..." Was all Yelka gave in response aside from a long, slow exhale as he let his shoulders drop.
Silence took over the room for a few minutes before Piggidigi's hands left Yelka's scalp and he heard her move back around him and saw her shadow on his eyelids.
"You don't want to talk about it." Piggidigi seemed to point out more than ask.
The silence returned for a moment before it was replaced with gentle rustling. Yelka furrowed his brow and then slowly opened his eyes in time to see Piggidigi's naked body, illuminated by the lamp, slowly moving closer to him. He flinched and straightened in his seat, pressing his back hard against the chair.
"Put your damn clothes back on! What are you doing?" He gruffed, but Piggidigi didn't stop approaching.
"I'll take my Lord's mind off of all his troubles..." She purred, lifting a thick thigh over Yelka's legs and leaning her body over his. Yelka grabbed the woman hard around the waist and pushed back with low effort.
"Get your filthy body off of me, are you out of your fucking mind?"
Piggidigi stiffened her expression, slowly lowering herself onto Yelka's lap and smoothing both hands over his pale hair.
"You don't fight much for a man who doesn't want my body." She laughed the words as Yelka loosened his grip on her. " ... Besides. I bathed."
.... There is more of this story ...