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Another fantastic piece from the equally fantastic www.deviantart.com/em-car here! This time, featuring their take on the Warlock and Juliette in the midst of some...er...delicate negotiations, over dinner?

Taken from this story,

A King's Ransom
Juliette toyed with the goblet of wine sat carefully in her palm, sloshing the contents about gently as she considered her the fruits of her labour on the desk before her.
She'd taken great pains, with the letter. The script was clear, concise, and markedly not in her own hand. Juliette had observed the Warlock's own handwriting, as he made notes, whether personally, or magically manipulating a quill, during such times she was able to observe his work and experiments in sorcery and alchemy, while his captive.
It wasn't as if anybody else had likely seen the Warlock's own style, but Juliette believed in being thorough. And she had to be. This was, after all, her own ransom note.
The light, filmy drapes of her bedchambers were disturbed suddenly, when a brief rush of air blew through the room, from the balcony through the open screen doors beyond. Unusual, on a night where the air was as still as this, but not unexpected.
Nor was her visitor.
“Good evening.” The familiar, str

All credit and my thanks to em-car again! ^^

Description

Another fantastic piece from the equally fantastic www.deviantart.com/em-car here! This time, featuring their take on the Warlock and Juliette in the midst of some...er...delicate negotiations, over dinner?

Taken from this story,

A King's Ransom
Juliette toyed with the goblet of wine sat carefully in her palm, sloshing the contents about gently as she considered her the fruits of her labour on the desk before her.
She'd taken great pains, with the letter. The script was clear, concise, and markedly not in her own hand. Juliette had observed the Warlock's own handwriting, as he made notes, whether personally, or magically manipulating a quill, during such times she was able to observe his work and experiments in sorcery and alchemy, while his captive.
It wasn't as if anybody else had likely seen the Warlock's own style, but Juliette believed in being thorough. And she had to be. This was, after all, her own ransom note.
The light, filmy drapes of her bedchambers were disturbed suddenly, when a brief rush of air blew through the room, from the balcony through the open screen doors beyond. Unusual, on a night where the air was as still as this, but not unexpected.
Nor was her visitor.
“Good evening.” The familiar, str

All credit and my thanks to em-car again! ^^