Possessing Andley Part 1

Chapter 3 continued

I got up from the bed, spilling the silk sheets to the floor and pulled the simple traveling gown overtop my head. Tying the sash around my waist, I went with Sylvie. I had rather enjoyed her company the last 2 days, and her tea. She was so disarming, it felt as though I'd known her for years. I hated it.
As Silvie Poured the tea, I could hear Prince Maston's smooth flow of sadistic muttering flow out from behind his cabin door. His voice was such that if he'd been speaking a foreign language, the sound of it might spark a flame of arousal. But to understand him causes icy dread to sink the heart.
I heard a soft whisper from Kandrah and it was hard to know if it was from fear or pleasure. Might have been both for all I could know. Silvie chattered senselessly as the small sounds carried on behind the door. She was telling me about the court dramas and bedroom politicking, not that she really knew anything about that, she swore. when an intense pounding of wood on wood could not be ignored and the low moaning of the Prince's voice was suddenly drowned out by a cry that was clearly painful.
"Oh dear, I had better go relieve her". Sylvie said with a sigh. "Don't be alarmed sweety, this happens all the time, you may want to take your tea to your room though as I don't belive you are quite accustomed".
Sylvie smiled brightly, holding her hands downward and faning them towards me.
"Go on Andley, shoo shoo".
She could not wholly hide the trepidation in her sparkling eyes. I gathered up my tea and turned away as she changed rapidly into a yellow and peach feathered Therio and rose, marching resolutely into the Prince's room.
"Sylvie".
I Heard the relief in Kandrah's voice as the door closed behind them.
"I'd like to know what he's doing to them." Leadanah piped up. "Sounds like it starts out okay".
"I have a feeling that even if they enjoy it he quickly ensures that they don't." I responded. "He might have to actually try to kill you to end your pleasure though, I'd imagine".
Leadanah laughed as though she might like to see him try. I retreated to my own quarters and sipped my tea, chatting internally with Leadanah. While we were both forward of the mind my body transformed comfortably into dimidium. Times like these made me feel most at ease. Talking to Leadanah was like humming a perfect song. We knew all the words as they came up and saw each other's world as one. I wondered how anyone brings themself to integrate their Therio, how the void could ever be filled. I imagined integration to be much like killing half of yourself and then bending the corpse to move to your will like a nécromancer.