They say the Horak's have a special gift from the gods that allows them to hear their voices. This led them to win their battles and earn their titles. Katherine's parents often told her of their gift, but she never heard the voice of the gods so she never believed them. Not until recently.

Quite rude of them to only speak to her now, she thinks. But the timing is just right.

After a long night of forcing her moans till her voice turned hoarse, Katherine still manages to get up early to put her plans into motion. She gets out of the bed to put on clothes and grab a bag, ignoring her snoring husband. He's old enough to wake himself up.

Orias for the past few days has been oversleeping constantly. He's been carefree, more an ass than ever; Vixen says Astaroth's death has spiraled the duke into a midlife crisis. The man is still ways off from being middle aged however.

Get the sharpest knife from the smithy.

The words repeated in her head.

While most still slept and only the sounds of birds could be heard chirping their little songs, Katherine hurries over to the smithy. She giggles excitedly seeing no one around. Nothing but the smell of metals and... metals. Some other things she couldn't describe.

Weapons were scattered, many stuffed in crates and many all over the place. Katherine takes a look around for any knife. "Do I have enough time to gather a bunch and determine which is the sharpest? I might raise suspicion if I make a mess." She approaches the stacked crates, peaking into the top one she sees a shining blade and pulls it out.

"This one looks sharp enough." The lady stuffs it into the small but thick bag she took along to hide it. Instead of leaving immediately, Katherine observes the place for a while longer.

Clarissa's workplace remains untouched. No one dared to move or put away the materials used or the weapons she left out ever since she started spending most of her time with Astaroth. The weapons she created were obvious because of how different her blades were decorated. It was more like an art than a weapon.

Katherine picks up the long, pointed sword and thrusts towards the air a few times. "So light!"

"Katherine?" A deep voice calls out.

"V-vixen!?" She drops the sword and falls back like a startled hen, wincing in pain. Her bossom didn't have much to protect her from a fall against a concrete floor.

"What brings you here so early?"

"I- I uh... I was." Katherine begins to fidget with the ends of her dress. "I..."

"You don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable." Vixen extends his hand to help her up. The lady dusts the back of her dirtied outfit. "Clarissa's weapons are really amazing aren't they."

"There we go again with the Clarissa's amazing."

"Yeah... They really are."

"I wonder where she went, I hope she's ok. It's been four days already."

"I think she'll be fine. She's Clarissa after all!"

"Not after the face she made during Astaroth's send off. Now she's more like Sadrissa."

Katherine wanted to scoff, but she instead mirrors Vixen's slightly gloomy expression. "I'm uh, going to go back inside now. Orias might be looking for me."

"Alright." Vixen couldn't tell if the lady just randomly woke up and felt an affinity to weaponry and smithing or is just up to something. Should he care? He's always breaking his back for people but no one would do the same for him. Vixen glances at the crates as Katherine is already leaving.

She carries herself with her still painful butt back into her room where Orias still sleeps undisturbed. "Wow his sleeping face is really ugly." The lady puts the bag down by her side of the bed and stares at his wild features.

Duke Orias Viertel is actually very attractive. Katherine just happens to be aromantic and asexual with an extreme loathing for the man. But she doesn't know the first part.
Many say the young duke of house Viertel is the most attractive man in the Golden Kingdom. But those that know him disagree because of his unfortunate behavior. He's barely respectable.

His mouth hung open, wide enough for a mouse to climb in. Saliva rolled down his sharp jawline and soiled the pillows. Sometimes, Katherine thinks it's better to just pretend she's the bird outside and this body is just on autopilot.

"Katherine my love?" Her fiancé struggles to open his eyes. She watches him quietly, wondering if she could just get it over with now.

Stab him here and throw him out the window.

"But then it'd be obvious I killed him. I'm so stupid. A stupid stupid girl. And the gods gave me a perfect plan!"

"My sweetest Orias. Good morning, I have a request."

"A request? Let me wake up properly." The duke sits up abruptly, groaning. "I feel so sore from last night."

"It was uh... A very fun night Orias. You were amazing." Amazingly horrendous I hated every moment of it. She grins. "I would like to go on a walk with you tonight. Like late tonight. Into the forests during the hours no one is awake and strolling around the castle's outdoors."

"Are you suggesting sex in the forest?" He mirrors her smile. "Of course my sweetest Katherine! I've always wanted to try doing you in the forest but I didn't think you would ever reach that level of daring."

"Ah...haha." he's so gross! Why is that the first thing that comes to his testicle sized brain!? "Yes. In truth I've always been wanting to try these things with you."

Put up with him for just one final day Katherine. She tells herself.

"Then we'll try many things from here on out." He pulls her close, his large hands holding her chin. The duke's lips touch hers, a long sloppy kiss that smelled of morning breath.
"I love you." He says after pulling away. Katherine just smiles meekly.
   

  
    
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The night came quickly like a famished monster. With every passing second Katherine grew so nervous she felt like she'd piss herself. I'm about to become a murderer.

The steps repeated in her head.

Kill duke Orias Viertel. Stab him and throw him off a cliff in the forest. Just keep walking until you find one.

Clarissa Wains will return, seduce Vixen and pin the blame on her.

Everything will go in your favor.

She kept repeating it like a scripture until the dead of night and only few lay awake. Katherine dressed in lingerie, a thin near transparent dress above that. Orias looks at her with an excited bulge forming in his pants.

"Gods up there? If he doesn't do me before I throw him off a cliff then I swear I'll pray to you everyday from now on." Katherine breathes out. "Shall we go on our stroll now?"

"We shall." Orias takes Katherine's hand and they leave the castle, walking onwards to the great forest barely far at all from his abode. The lady leads the way, walking aimlessly hoping they'll run into a cliff and soon.

"We shouldn't go too deep into the forest my sweet, we might get lost."

"No worries, I know where we're going."

They keep walking. For minutes, and minutes. Orias kept staring at her ass. "Did you fall somewhere? Your ass is bruising."

"K-kind of."

"Or was it from my slapping last night?"

"Maybe?" Any more of this and I'll be the one leaping off that cliff instead. She wanted to cry. "We should be there so-"
She stops in her tracks. They were at a cliff, with a drop so high one wouldn't be able to see the ground.

"The crater." Katherine gasps. "It's where my great great, err great great grandparents killed the last elder dragon. It's remains should be down there."

"So you want me to ram you by a cliff where your great great great great grandparents defeated a dragon? Katherine you are wild."

Perhaps she would've done it a little more badass and redeemable by ramming him off the cliff with a battle cry and blade to his heart, but she has something even better in mind. "I want to take charge this time." She tells Orias with a serious look on her face.
But she was so incredibly nervous her palms grew sweaty. "Sit at the edge."

"Woah, damn ok." He walks over to the edge and sits down. Katherine pulls a cloth out of her bag, crawling up to him and tying it over his eyes as a blindfold. I could knock him off the cliff right now and get over with it.

With one hand, she takes his pants off. With the other, she's carefully pulling the knife out of her bag to mask out the sound of the weapon.

"You're really taking your sweet time there. Torturing me first?"

"Yes." Katherine forces a giggle. Now, she pulls off his brief. Her hands were shaky, so much Orias could tell. She holds the blade in her hand, and then grabs his cock. "Is this the kind of change you wanted from me, Astaroth?" The lady slices the duke's cock off in one swift go, his face warps in terror and just before he could scream, she kicks him off the edge of the cliff.

The sound of his wailing disappears with the fog below.

And she tossed his dick, brief, pants, and the blade soon after.