Originally Posted by Ask Tyrant Swain
Listening to Emilia's comment on his ''mistake'', Jericho merely gave of a silent
Without even blinking at Emilia, Swain only gave a slight laugh.
''But you have to remind me of everything, don't you? Even when we meet, you were barely able to give a sense of intimidation. But now, Emilia? Now you are loosing your edge. You are a threat, Emilia, as much as an ally. '
Swain took the piece of meat Beatrice had in her claw and ate it.
''You, Emilia. Do not have to assure me of anything just to evade conflict, nor do you control me, last I checked.
A favor for a favor, was it? A long lasting alliance that is thin as silk, and any secret that was not agreed upon to stay a secret is enough to cut the bonds.
I did rely on this alliance to reach the top of Noxus, yes. But it was inevitable, either way.
But let us go back to your edge, Emilia, shall we?
Do you really need me, Emila? I always though of you as a cat: Independent, using other creatures to fill her needs.
It is rather awkward, and somewhat disappointing, to hear you say that you need me.
But, you aren't known for being the most honest person, you know.''
LeBlanc was not amused.
"Really, Jericho? You have the gall to say that to me? You have the courage to say that to the woman who gave you the opportunity of a lifetime? You really doubt my word? You dare say that to me?"
LeBlanc's smile reappeared,"That is why I respect you, my little Swain. Were I a cat, then you would have been discarded at the first sight of your blunder. But your interests lie parallel with that of the Black Rose. You are our face, you have always known that, and we will let you reign as you wish. However, it will always, always be in the best interest of the Black Rose. If you break your word, strange convenience can be had. Just like with Darkwill. Our alliance, Jericho, may be as thin as silk, but they say the silk of a spider is stronger than steel itself. The Black Rose was never meant to be in the spotlight, Jericho, that is why you are needed."
LeBlanc reached over and gently caressed Swain's cheek, "Think, Jericho, why you and not some peon that would follow my every command mindlessly and senselessly? You are one too many possible thorns in our side for you to be a true puppet, so why you? Why did I choose you over everyone else? So long as you know your place, as I know mine, then we will be the best of allies, and worst of enemies."
The Deceiver smiled, "All you need to do, is to trust me as much as I trust you..." She leaned over and gave Jericho the softest of kisses on his his left cheek, "Which is needless to say, is none at all."