A Cowboy's Wife and Son - Season 1

Vol. 9: Royal Discussion

Stolas has a discussion with Striker and things do happen.

Vol 9: Royal Discussion

"My apologies for stopping our rendezvous early, Blitzy," Stolas apologized, "But I need to have a discussion with your cowboy friend."

As Stolas said this, Blitzo stepped out of the grand canopy bed that was covered with feathers. The once neat red blanket looked unkempt. Blitzo looked at him incredulously. "The fuck?" Then it clicked. "Oh, right. It was back at the Harvest Moon Festival, right?"

Stolas nodded. "Right." He tossed a bag of Blitzo's clothes. "Now, hurry up and get dressed, please."

"Okay, Stolas." Blitzo nodded. He dashed behind a changing blind and got dressed as fast as he could. When finished, he stepped out of the changing blind and walked over to Stolas, who himself was putting on his bedroom robe.

"'Kay, I'm ready," he said.

"Good." Stolas went to the door to open it with Blitzo exiting the master bedroom with his overnight bag.

Blitzo went to the living room to see Striker sitting on a long purple sofa. Behind it were lavender drapes with white dots like stars illuminating in the dark sky, dark purple curtains with Goetia imprints on them and golden rope attached to the curtains with the middle shaped like stars. It also consisted of bluish-purple wallpaper and a red carpet with pink lines under the couch.

"Stolas wants to see you."

"Oh, great," Striker said forlornly as he got off the couch. "Where is his room?"

"Here, I'll show you." Blitzo led him to Stolas' bedroom and knocked on the bedroom door. "Strikes is ready to see you, Stolas."

The door opened and the one who opened the door led Striker into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Two pairs of red eyes stared coldly at the terrified cowboy imp as if the latter was on thin ice, ready to crack beneath him. The master bedroom looked just as unwelcoming as if various eyes glared at him like daggers.

Stolas sat on his feather-covered canopy bed as Striker sat on a couch across from him.

"Okay, Your Highness, are you going to do the same thing you did to Blitz?" Striker asked nervously.

Stolas shook his head. "No, but I'm here to ask what motivated you to try to kill me?"

"Look, the bitch paid me big money because I was told you were cheating on her for Blitz."

Stolas gasped in shock. "That-that...bitch!"

Striker sighed as he huddled his legs in a sitting position. "She provided me with a motel, money, and food."

The Goetia Prince stood up from the bed, pacing around. "Oh, did she?" Then his voice darkened as he said, "Have you thought about how this could affect your family?!"

"I-I...uh, not until Kore and Seth caught me in the hall and dragged me inside a room."

"But you went along and tried to murder me, anyway, didn't you? Not to mention, how this affected Blitzy and his employees!"

The cowboy cringed as Stolas raised his voice, each word piercing his heart like a sword.

Seeing this, Stolas refrained from snapping any further. "So what do you have against me, hmm? Is it because I'm an overlord? You fear I'd fuck you like I do with Blitzy? Or is it because you were abused by them in the past that you assume all overlords are like this?"

Striker slowly nodded, too scared to make a sound.

Stolas sighed. "But that doesn't make it okay for you to try to kill me, which could cost you your job and how it could affect your family and friends."

"I-I-I know."

As Stolas made his way out of the master bedroom, he said, "You have a lot to think about." With that, he slammed the door behind him, leaving Striker alone with these thoughts.

Blitzo was lying on the couch when Stolas entered the living room.

"Oh, Stolas, how did it go?" Blitzo asked, facing the Goetia.

"I think he took it...rather well," Stolas replied.

...

Meanwhile, still inside the dark master bedroom, Striker hugged onto his legs, lying down as he reflected on what he'd done. Sure, he did that since he hated overlords and his experience with them was terrible, but it still didn't justify what he tried to do. Not to mention, that action alone made him turn his own friends and family against him.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Who's there?" Striker gasped at the noise that interrupted his train of thought.

"It's Stolas, Striker," the aristocratic voice replied and he invited himself in. He carried a tray, which consisted of a teacup next to a tea pot and a slice of red cake with white frosting. "I thought you'd want a slice of cake in case you get hungry and a cup of tea to go with it." He sat down next to Striker.

In the doorway, someone gave Stolas a thumbs up.

"The cake was good, Strikes!"

Striker started to sit up. "Oh, Your Majesty, I thought about what you said and you were right. I had no excuse."

"Good, but don't worry, I'm sure Blitzy and the gang and your family would help you stand up to that bitch of a boss." Stolas patted Striker's back.

Striker picked up the teacup by the handle and blew inside the cup before sipping it in case it was hot. He sipped it and it tasted delicious. He liked tea just as much as coffee. He set down the teacup and scooped up the plate that had a slice of cake along with a fork. He began eating the slice and nodded, enjoying the frosted and chewy dessert.

Stolas smiled, admiring the sight of Striker savoring the flavor. "The bakers made it themselves."

"Well, it's no wonder why it's so good," Striker replied, his mouth slightly full before swallowing. He continued to drink his warm tea to wash it down.

The cake went well with the tea.

Then another thought occurred to Striker. "Where's my horse, Bombproof?"

"My servants are taking care of him."

By the time Striker finished his cake and tea, the sound of trotting approached the master bedroom.

"Bomby," Blitzo said as the horse entered the room and pet his snout.

Bombproof's hooves shined like diamonds.

"They polished him up," Stolas told them.

They were silent for a while until Blitzo broke the silence. "So, are you ready to go home, Strikes?"

Striker turned to him and replied, "I sure am, Blitz." He started to climb up on Bombproof's back.

"Stay out of trouble now, Striker," Stolas said.

"I'll try," Striker said, now that he was on his horse's back.

Blitzo scrambled up onto Bombproof's back, joining Striker.

"See you soon, Stolas!" Blitzo called.

Striker used his tail to strike Bombproof's flank, urging him to leave the palace.

...

The cowboy dropped off his employer to his van, while the former stayed on Bombproof. They bade each other goodnight and they were off to their homes.

Striker came home to his empty house, knowing Kore and Seth needed plenty of space from him since they were staying with Blitzo for a while.

He texted Blitzo, Kore, and Seth, letting them know he made it home.

His wife, son, and boss replied: Sounds good.

AN: Stolas got through to Striker alright.