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The door to the worlds opens and a Seeker walks through. First true Seeker of Truth in a thousand years. That and Zed and Kahlan talking about his destiny are bad enough, especially since he didn't believe in destiny. But add to that that he was apparently the last living descendant of the Rahl line, and his brain started to hurt.

It's a thoughtful and possibly slightly frustrated Richard that enters the bar tonight. Who takes a seat at an empty table and orders a beer from a passing waitrat. Beer was what Edie had shown him last time. It was close enough to Spirits and he could only get it here, so he got the rarity.

Feel free to bother the Seeker (Lord Rahl)

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Oh, and the woman coming up behind him is very, very good at her job. She lets the sound of the Agiel alert him to her presence, rather than talking. She's back to wearing her leathers; the bruises very, very faint now.

"Seeker," she says, when she finally speaks. It sounds like she's tasting him with her words. "How exquisitely lovely to see you again.

He doesn't even need the sound of the Agiel to alert him to her presence. He's too well acquainted to the soft sound her leathers make when she walks; that and that alone would have told him of her presence. Though the combination of that, the sound of the Agiel, and her voice when she finally speaks has him stiff as he turns his head towards her.

"Mistress Denna," he says stiffly. "How...interesting to see you here." It a place he thought might become his safe haven.

It was safe enough to let her heal, and lick her wounds.

She settles in the seat across from him, eyes not leaving him for a second as she orders an ale.

"I saw you leave," she says. "I came here very recently...after you, ah, gave me the greatest gift you could have."

He doesn't look away from her either. Not even when his own beer arrives from the waitrat she'd ordered from, nor when he opens it and takes the first swig of it.

Slight confusion makes it through, onto his features, "Greatest gift?"

She hunches forward. "Something that I am the only one who possesses. Oh, you should never, ever have used the power of Orden on a Mord'Sith. Though, I am proud to be the one that was chosen."

That word sounds extremely bitter; like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth, and curls her lip.

He's still frowning, slightly confused. He does have enough sense to lean back in his chair a little when she hunches forward.

Distance is good when dealing with Denna.

"The power of Orden was broken when Darken Rahl interrupted me putting the boxes together. It cost him his life and tore a rift in the veil."

She shakes her head.

"No, that is not possible. The only way that is possible is if I am dead, and your Confessor certainly didn't get the opportunity to do that."

She takes a long breath.

"As I can control your magic, I control Orden."

That confused look hasn't gotten any less. In fact, it might get bigger.

I haven't seen you since you ran off. And I only know what is true. A screeling attacked a village, gaining access through a tear."

She shakes her head. "I haven't been far from you; none of this has happened, Richard Cypher. Darken Rahl is still alive; I watch the movements of the Seeker to bide my time."

There's a serious shake of his head. "Darken Rahl is dead." His words are finite. No room for argument. "I watched him burn with the power of Orden."

He shifts just a little, chin tilting just slightly. "The only reason the Agiels still work are because I'm alive." Which should be enough to tell her he's of Rahl blood. Even if he's still wrapping his head around it himself.

She watches him, lip curling more as she sits there, ready to strike out.

"I don't believe it. A Rahl? Hardly."

But in the back of her mind, it makes sense.

His gaze darkens slightly. "I hardly think the third battalion of a Da'Haran army would risk their lives to tell me it is such if it wasn't."

Another swig of beer is taken as he watches her, "Believe it or not, Darken Rahl is dead and thanks to me being the new Lord Rahl, your Agiel still works."

He's treading on dangerously thin ice. He should be able to tell by that cold look in her eyes.

"Then believe me, Lord Rahl, I'm either your greatest weapon or worst nightmare."

He can tell. He's not smart enough to lower his chin though. Distance equals overconfidence. So long as she's not touching him, he can ignore the part of his brain that still, very softly craves her command.

"Take me out and you bring the downfall of all Mord'Sith." No Rahl magic and all that jazz.

Not smart enough, and there's not nearly enough distance between them for his swagger.

Which she proves in the following way. Her mug of ale swings from the right, hitting him against the side of the head as she kicks the table out of her way. Before she's really thinking, she's straddling his lap, pressing herself against him quite deliberately.

"Oh, but Richard," she says, whispering, her warm breath in his ear. "You know I don't have to kill you; and even if I do, I can bring you back, to have more fun with you."

He flinches as the mug connects with a small growl of pain, even as his hands automatically come to rest on her waist. To steady or to eventually try to push away is unclear though.

His head leans back a little, even has his breath pauses slightly and heartbeat accelerating. A shiver says he knows how much fun time with her, what kind of fun she's talking about. "Does your Breath of Life work without a living Rahl?" One of the age old questions. The Agiels won't, but the magic they were given by his bloodline, he isn't sure.

There's that evil, evil, bad girl smile playing on her lips.

"Would you like to find out, Seeker? I think I know the answer, but, who knows...I could be wrong."

Her hips roll slightly against him, the heat of her body amplified by the leather, as the Agiel hovers close to his skin.

"I believe I read somewhere about a Lord who liked to play with his Chosen..."

He can't help the soft growled groan she pulls from him at that roll of her hips. He's male and has been celibate since he put a sword in her, so even that much contact has him responding almost immediately.

He really wouldn't want her to be wrong...when did he even start considering her offer?

The words that come out his mouth aren't completely his, so he'd argue anyway, "Did you really?"

She nods a little, "Yes, I did. It was very interesting reading."

Her gloved fingers rest against his face. "Darken Rahl, as you know, rewarded me the night of my final trail with time in his bed. Pain and pleasure are twinned things...I can do both."

There's no where for his head to go, which means that he has no where to move to get her hand off his face.

"Sure I was born by that point?"

She glares at him, resisting the urge to hit him again.

"You would have been about ten years old, when it happened; when he broke me and my training was completed. I am not that much older than you are, pet. Wiser, yes. Much older, no."

The narration is smirking a little that that didn't get him hit, quite honestly.

"Right." His hands do nothing but rest where they are, though he murmurs, "You're still on top of me."

She's trying to not get arrested tonight, thankyouverymuch.

~~She'll just make him pay for his sins upstairs.~~

"I will always be on top of you," she says firmly. "I am your Mistress; you would do well in remembering that."

His hips shift just a little, settling her weight to a more comfortable position on him. Though the move also pulls a sharp intake of breath.

~~He can't say he won't enjoy that...~~

"And yet I'm your Lord Rahl now."

"Out there," she responds, gesturing toward the door. "And if you recall, you threw me to the wolves after your Confessor," this is where she pauses to rock her hips against him, as she grits her teeth, "nearly killed me."