Enslaved by My Forgotten Wife

Chapter 11: Inside Job

[Raven's POV]

I stand at the base of Vallenora's towering castle, my neck craned back as I examine the imposing structure before me. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the weathered stone walls, their surface a patchwork of lichens and climbing vines that speak to the fortress's ancient history.

My gaze travels upward until it settles on a small, unassuming opening high above. The garderobe hole (A/N toilet hole on the side of castle. A shit hole, if you will), a necessary but often overlooked feature of castle architecture, protrudes slightly from the smooth stone face. Its humble appearance belies its critical importance and, in this case, the catastrophic consequences of its misuse.

Beside me, Lilith shifts restlessly, her lithe form a study in barely contained energy. Her purple eyes, usually so calm and calculating, are wide with disbelief as she processes the information I've just shared.

"The giant ate Saber's shit and became that powerful by accident?" Lilith's voice drips with incredulity, each word enunciated as if she's tasting them for the first time and finding the flavor distinctly unpleasant.

I let out a long, weary sigh, feeling the weight of the situation settle onto my shoulders like a physical burden. "Yes," I reply, unable to keep the annoyance from creeping into my tone. The word hangs in the air between us, heavy with implication and unspoken frustrations.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I turn to face Lilith fully. The fading sunlight catches the highlights in her hair. "I told you and Vallenora to make sure his waste is disposed of properly," I say, each word clipped and precise. "This is exactly the kind of situation I was trying to prevent."

Lilith has the grace to look abashed, her gaze dropping to the ground as she scuffs the toe of her boot against the cobblestones. "We didn't think it would be an issue," she mumbles, sounding for all the world like a chastised child. "I mean, it's just... shit."

I bark at her, my patience finally snapping like an overstretched bowstring. "No, not just shit, you twit!" The words echo off the castle walls, startling a flock of ravens into flight from a nearby tower. "His piss, shit, cum, sweat, spit! Anything that comes out of him is a fucking threat!"

Lilith's purple eyes widen, a spark of realization igniting within their depths. Her lithe form straightens, head tilting to one side as she regards me with newfound interest. "If his waste is so powerful," she muses, her tone taking on a calculating edge, "why don't we collect it?"

I let out a long, weary sigh, feeling the weight of centuries pressing down upon me. My gaze drifts back to the castle, to the window I know belongs to our queen's chambers. "Vallenora and I made an agreement," I say, each word heavy with unspoken history. "We would not collect it."

Lilith's sharp intake of breath cuts through the evening air like a knife. "Really?" she breathes, disbelief coloring her tone.

"Yes," I reply simply, turning back to meet her incredulous stare.

Finally, Lilith's patience snaps like a taut bowstring. Her eyes flash with annoyance. "Well?" she demands, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "What are we supposed to do with his shit then? We can't just leave it lying around for any passing giant to stumble upon again!"

I feel my own irritation rising to match hers, a headache beginning to throb at my temples.

"Just send it to the other fucking side!" I snap, my voice echoing off the weathered stone walls of the castle.

Lilith blinks, her annoyance evaporating like morning mist under the sun. She nods slowly, as if the solution had been obvious all along. "Oh, thats a good idea," she says simply, her voice small in the wake of my outburst.