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V. A taste of intrigue- the double agent!

V. A taste of intrigue- the double agent!

1. Razor claw, the cardinal's cutthroat

Mer-mer's thoughts burned with the memory of that fateful, shattering encounter with the Cardinal's Captain. It had begun as a simple, mundane day in the palace kitchens—Mer-mer meticulously preparing the Queen's favorite milk‐braised pheasant draped in a pungent catnip sauce. As he stirred the aromatic stew with deliberate care, the kitchen door crashed open with violent finality.

In strode a sleek, obsidian tom, his fur polished to a mirror shine and eyes alight with predatory cunning. Mer-mer instantly recognized the intimidating figure as the Cardinal's ruthless enforcer, known only as Razor Claw. In an instant, the other servants scattered like terrified rodents, leaving Mer-mer isolated to confront the infamous agent. Razor Claw moved with lethal grace, his claws clicking ominously against the cold stone like the slow ticking of a death clock.

"Well, well," Razor Claw purred, circling Mer-mer with a predator's confidence. "If it isn't the Queen's favorite plaything. The illustrious Mer-mer, terror incarnate to the palace's vermin."

Mer-mer's fur bristled as the insult seared through him, yet he clamped down his retort, channeling his focus back to the simmering pot. "I have work to do," he snapped tersely. "Speak your mind and be gone."

A chilling laugh, devoid of warmth, issued from Razor Claw. "Oh, I think you'll want to listen closely," he said, producing a small pouch with extravagant flair. As it burst open, dazzling gold coins cascaded onto the table—a fortune that dwarfed every meager scrap Mer-mer had ever known in his nine lives.

"The Cardinal is prepared to reward you with riches beyond belief," the agent cooed, his voice smooth as venom. "Simply lend us your unblinking eyes and ears in the palace. Report on the King's schemes, the Queen's clandestine whispers, the Duke's secret meetings... anyone who might serve our dark agenda."

Mer-mer's heart pounded as the gleam of gold promised escape from servitude. With such wealth, he could vanish from this life, forging an existence of power and luxury—an estate brimming with the finest cream and plushest cushions.

But then, memories of the Queen invaded: her tender touch, her luminous smile, the way she made him feel cherished beyond measure. Serving her, protecting her, loving her from the shadows—this was his true calling. No glittering bounty could ever replicate the irreplaceable joy of being by her side.

"I'm not interested," Mer-mer declared with a steely glint in his eyes, turning sharply back to his simmering creation. "I serve the Queen, and the Queen alone."

The captain's eyes hardened, his earlier charm evaporating into a caustic sneer. "Loyalty," he spat, as though the very word were poisonous. "A noble ideal, but ultimately naive. Do you truly believe your dear Queen cares for you? To her, you're nothing more than a disposable pawn."

A low, threatening growl smoldered in Mer-mer's throat as he unsheathed his claws. "You know nothing of her!" he snarled, every muscle taut with defiance.

Razor Claw only laughed—an icy, merciless sound that sent shivers down Mer-mer's spine. "Oh, but I do. I know, for instance, that she beds the Duke of Buckingham. That she whispers secret seductions to him while you lay your life on the line for her. Tell me, Mer-mer...does she even notice your pathetic devotion?"

Every word struck Mer-mer like a vicious blow, each syllable a dagger twisting in his heart. The bitter truth burned within him, yet he fought to keep his loyalty intact.

"It matters not," he replied icily. "My loyalty remains unbroken."

The captain's grin became razor sharp as he hissed, "It isn't merely your allegiance we demand—it's your total compliance. The Cardinal has ways...terribly effective ways...of making life unbearable for those who dare defy him."