I should’ve just killed him.” After another moment had passed Avery rounded the corner Atrin had first appeared from and was unfortunate enough to make eye contact with Ariela and despite Avery’s usually stoic demeanour and poise, she, for her part, dressed in one of Ariela's own robes she had found in Belind's room, looked somewhat sheepish. “Er.” Avery ventured. “Do I want to know?” Ariela asked her, her voice conveying just how done with the day she already was. “The er, cat, my Queen. We suspect it to be the traitor.” Ariela could feel a headache coming on. Atrin’s single-mindedness gave him a tunnel vision that allowed him to stay focused on his quarry, he hadn’t even seen Ariela as he had hurtled passed her, after all, his life probably depended on him catching this damned cat. Why was it so bloody fast for its age? He winced as the sun hit his eyes, the texture beneath his feet changing from one of wood and stone to one of grass and dirt, his bare skin soaking in the sun as he realised he had been led out into the Palace's gardens. Gritting his teeth he focused on the streaking grey blur ahead, watching as it weaved through the hedges and fountains, following its usual route, albeit it with a much faster pace. “Bloody hell!” He swore loudly as he watched the cat jump off a post and a pillar, hopping atop the Palace wall and vanishing over it in a mad scrabble of claws. With a scowl, his veins fueled by adrenaline he kicked off the ground, leaping as high as he could. With a grunt he slammed into the wall, the breath being driven from his lungs, but his fingertips at least gripping the edge at the top. With an undignified scrabble of his own he pulled himself asian up, the towel now forgotten as it floated with a grace he couldn't match to the ground. Vaulting the wall he landed outside the palace on the surrounding streets, several peasants turning their heads to watch him, eyes wide, recognition in several of them. “Er, did you see a grey cat? Got a collar on?” He asked, panting hard. A young girl pointed towards a windowsill just a few doors down from where he had appeared over the wall. "Thank you ma'am, about your business!" He said as he started to run again, his authoritative voice conveying less of its usual gravitas with all he had on display. He sprinted fetish towards the sill and skidded to a halt in something he didn’t want to think about, leaning in through the open window and peered inside. “So…” Ariela said, sitting in the war room, eyes flickering between the two, Avery standing as she often did in her usual attire, Atrin sat with muddy feet, a cat in his lap sleeping and Ariela's robe pulled tight around his chest, “...To clarify, this Skye and Cadance were using a cat to communicate with Belind. That’s what you’re telling me. Genuinely.” Atrin cleared his throat and nodded, “Yes, my Queen. They put scraps of paper and pencil lead into a small metal tube on the cat’s collar." He waved a hand to the objects laid out on the table, "It would walk its route to Belinds room, where he would read their messages and write his own, then in time the cat would find its way outside the Palace, where they would read and respond. They could’ve sent at least one message a day each way this way, I think. They didn’t leave much behind in the house they used, but the Landlord has at least provided us with a deion of the pair who rented out the rooms. I’ve already spoken to the gate masters and yesterday, during the royal parade, three figures made from the cities south gate on three white coursers, two were matching the deion of the pair, the third was hooded and cloaked.” Ariela rubbed at her head and let out a sigh, “Fine. Alright, send out riders, Atrin. Find where my Belind has gone. Then I will recover him myself.” "Yes, my Queen." Atrin nodded, standing slowly and bowing low having to adjust the tie of the ill-fitting robe as he did so, keen to interpret her orders as a dismissal. As he and Avery both japanese made for the door she spoke, her voice low, "Oh, and Atrin?" They stopped in their tracks by the door and turned to look at her, his voice coming out hesitant, "...Yes, my Queen?" I’m sorry I tried to have you booted and all that.” “Hello baby, do I turn you on? For a change I looked for teen girls that looked like Keira... the idea of seeing her play with her pussy was on my mind and I just couldn't get rid of the idea. She never breaks fetish eye contact as I’m cumming in her wonderful mouth. Maybe even need to. Poking and prodding and squeezing as you kiss my face. "She's having a hallucination," Megan said. My pussy stays wet. Jake rolled out of bed and walked to japanese the bathroom to take his morning piss. Requesting something of him is always risky but I’m better able to perform my duties if I can move freely. “I’m so sorry I got you caught up in this.” She leaned down asian and hugged him.