Road to Valhalla

Chapter 47: Seraph vs Felix

"And in my dear Ruman!", the old woman raised her hands wide and stood up from her wooden chair which toppled to the ground.

Her eyes were seeing some grandeur of Ruman and that of Wallachia, that she had sordidly imagined out of spite for those that ruled her land. Indeed, they were the vilest creatures to her.

I found myself seated in her warm little hut with a cup of steaming water placed on the table in front of me. It was supposed to be tea. I looked between her and the cup of tea. She went back towards her kitchen silently, apparently having finished her story and I finally realized where I was at the moment.

I took the cup in both of my hands and snuggled it close to my face, feeling the rising vapor from it. I brought it closer to my lips, intending to take a sip when she turned around and addressed me. I looked at her without drinking the tea.

"When I was a young girl, my father hid me in that trunk over there for 10 days. I could barely keep my head intact in there. It was