Red Gypsy
Shale listened attentively, even though Ilea's gentle touch was a trifle... distracting. She handled the situation far better than he had dared to hope. She truly had made great strides. But, then again, so had he. They truly were growing together.
"I will." He said simply. The guards would be ample protection for the time being, with uncompromising loyalty and untiring attention. He could count on them as he could count on her. But, he was never one to underestimate danger. Even with these elite guards, he was going to create additional defenses. If Ilea's current existence and all the progress she had made could be lost so easily then... he had little choice but to make his own death as close to impossible as he could.
His eyes took on a subtle look of distraction, even as one hand settled on Ilea's and held it gently. It was the look he had when he was planning. Now he had to prepare for every possible form of threat, including the passage of time and the intervention of the gods. He would have to prepare so well that no force in the world could surpass or slip through his defenses.
It would be a long task. All the while, he would continue to help Ilea develop and grow stronger. Eventually, he might even be able to find a way to give her the ability to persist in the event of his demise. Though, he supposed that to be the most dangerous and difficult task of all. And, added to all this, he had to keep a low profile so that his growing forces and defenses do not provoke any attacks or reprisals. This path would make him a credible threat to everyone in the world, including King Lareth and the gods themselves. It would be difficult to keep such power hidden, even too much concealment could invite disaster.
He was going to have many... many headaches in the years to come.
For a long moment, he simply held Ilea's hand and thought. But, they had challenges to face in the present as well. The most pressing was to undertake the next step in securing Darkness Abounds. While Shale's influence in the castle was unchallenged, the village might be another matter. From the reputation of the place he had gathered that it would be continuously prone to disruption and strife. Rebellion would be a constant element, either subtle or overt. A hard and subtle hand would be needed to maintain the proper appearance of order and obedience.
"So... what will convince the people here and in the village that honest service will truly be rewarded amply, even as treachery will be punished." He whispered, mostly musing to himself. It was a new thing, being confident enough to let his thoughts slip out. If Ilea hadn't been the only other person there, it certainly wouldn't have happened.