Disclaimer: This chapter contains mature scenes. You have been warned. Continuation. Naturally, I am a calm and collected woman. Besides being utterly looked upon for being physically attractive and intelligent, these are a few of the traits I possess that aid me in a lot of situations as a noblewoman. But at this moment, I’m being neither one of those. “I think I’m in love with you, Yelena.” As the words I've said sink into both me and the redheaded servant in front of me, I begin to stutter. Again. “Ah—” I start, panic rising in me as the words pour out. “W-what I am saying is, mayhap it is too soon for me to claim that I am, in actuality, in love! With you! Y-yes, um…! I mean, we had only just met over a sennight ago and I am aware that you are a woman, as am I, and 'tis out of the ordinary that a woman claims to be in love with another woman and h-here I am having you suddenly confess— I mean me! Me, not you— I’m still unable to fully grasp my feelings at the moment and I am
In the present circumstances… “Did you not want this?” I ask the brunette bent over in exhaustion as I view my surroundings, including her, from atop a tree’s bough. “If you want to learn how to fight, you must be prepared for absolutely everything, at all costs.” “But ‘tis unfair that you are using your odd abilities, while I am not even allowed to practice with my blades,” she replies angrily, exasperation evident in her voice. “And get down from thither so I can kick your derriere!” Yesterday, this fit, brown-haired, trousers-wearing woman named Maia pestered me to train her. I had honestly thought she would fall prey to the mind impairment powder’s effects, but she is smarter than she looks, and survived it. Despite refusing her requests, she was relentless and was an absolute pain in the neck. Her one and only goal is to discover the truth of why Eadmond Davidson murdered her mother. She doesn’t seem to be in a rather stable state, however, for she’s claimed that she had only r
The sweat on my brows. The tension in my shoulders. The daggers in my hands. The mental distress I am currently experiencing. “Severin,” I yell, my voice shaking. “Are you sure we are going to do this? Is this really safe?!” “You were the one who wanted to train with your daggers a while back, and I think you are more than capable!” “You think?!” It has only been a sennight since Severin had first trained me, after practically begging him to, and only then has this cabbage-head decided to spar with me… …with my daggers! I've only learned enough from him to be able to spar with him weaponless! He may be a sly, ill-mannered saddle-goose but I do not want to cause him any harm! “I’m reconsidering everything hither!” “Stop letting your hesitance impede you!” “B-but what if I actually hurt you?!” “Cease all your whats and ifs— just come at me, Maia!” Despite my hesitance and my instructor’s exasperation, I grip the daggers’ hilts in a forward grip. My eyes land on the green-ha
“How else was I supposed to help her?” I ask myself, annoyance rising as I shake off the hood on my head. It falls down at the back of my neck. “She would not have agreed to have her garse sealed off even if I had asked. She thinks she knows better, leaving it exposed like that…” I am still vexed due to the morn’s events. I make my way back to the dug-out, a large slab of pork resting in one hand, and some carrots in a cloth sack in the other. I refused get any other greens— cabbages, to be exact— to add to today's meal, for it reminds me of my own head. “'Tis Maia’s fault for constantly comparing me to a vegetable. It's not even close to the shade of green my hair actually is! My mother casted a spell on me, and its side effects altered the color. She will never be able to comprehend that if I tell her, though.” Today's raid was successful— too successful, perchance. Compared to the past few days, I needn't use another potion of fog. The village I stole from was not even bustling w
“Eternal suffering…” I mutter to myself as I pull back the hemp bowstring to nock an arrow. “That is what they all deserve… They will pay for what they did to their own kin.” When I release the bowstring, the arrow flies past my head and into the hay target thirty paces away from me. The arrow lands just slightly off the middle ring. I curse under my breath. I risked my life just to escape the manor. I was hurt, alone, and in a half-naked state. I suffocated the man I was to wed to death beforehand. I jumped across my window, latched onto the old oak tree across it, and climbed down. I knew not where to go, but I had to get out of what was once called my home. Going around the entire manor’s walls was no easy task; I had to ensure that I was not going to be seen or caught, so I took the perilous route— nearer the valley. Right when I went past the forest’s edge, this band of rebels found me, and took me in. If it hadn’t been for the healer they were with, I would have been left to
“Let us go.” “Huh?” I ask, confused. I’m in the middle of cleaning my daggers with a spare cloth when Severin comes out of the pit house donning his hood. “To where?” “To the second village I stole from,” he replies, throwing me my shoulder cape. “Come on, now. No time to dawdle.” That is rather odd, but I shall go with it. As I return the daggers to their rightful place, I wear the belt around my waist and follow the cabbage-headed man into the forest. It has been two days since my accidental poisoning. If not for the elixir he claims he “made with ease and not at all panicked whilst making it”, I would have succumbed to the poison’s effects, and lost my life. What was strange about the entire occurrence was he expected me to feel pain, since he mentioned that the poison should have attacked my heart… But I felt completely fine afterwards, not even weak! He also babbled about seeing a demon in his sleep, but I believed he must have had a nightmare, in fear that he could have end
Oh, off with my head. For the next few days we have been training, after I had taught Maia how to thieve— well, something like that, I came to realize that I’ve been stealing glances at her, especially when she is minding her own business. I sincerely hope that she doesn’t think that I’m being an absolutely despicable and perverted dalcop, but there’s something about her that is… appealing to me, aside from her physical appearance. I’ve started noticing the tiniest of details about her. For instance, she beholds views and gazes at objects that pique her interests, or “are pleasing to her eyes”, as she claims. When she recently suggested buying goods with the large amount of money she stole, I watched her bite her lip and stare longingly at a miscellany of blankets, sheets, and clothes made of either wool or linen hung about outside a merchant’s house. I insisted that she could buy one of the items she wanted if she deemed it necessary, and the smile on her face was beyond compare. S
Continuation. “Really?!” I exclaim, unable to hide my shock. “Really… what, Maia?” he replies, tilting his head in befuddlement. I feel so sorrowful for this man— losing every person he loved in his life? Fate has been so hard on him. “Yo— your other sister… is dead?” “Sadly, yes. I think you have already met her, actually.” Fear suddenly strikes, making the hairs on my arms rise. “Oh my— what do you mean?” “Do you remember the grave you saw in the clearing? The one lined with blue and white wildflowers?” Realization dawns on me. “OH MY GODS, I STEPPED ON SAPPHIRE?!” Severin visibly flinches at my sudden outbresten. My hands fly to my face, dreadfully remembering what had happened the day I got poisoned by mindlessly eating monkshood berries. The green-haired man opens his mouth to say something, but the words just flow out of my mouth like a raging river. “O-on the day you found me in the clearing, I was predominantly training on my own! I had accidentally stepped on some