Siobhan was glad her patron, Goodwin, did not want to stay in the Free Marches when the heat hit, instead, the two of them had gone to the estate that belonged to an old friend of his in Ferelden. You'd wanted to travel there for some time as it was, it had been too long since you'd seen Morrigan, and you missed her dearly. Ferelden was in no way as hot as it had seemed in the city-state. It was still outrageously warm for the season which wasn't too awful as she absolutely abhorred being cold and the amount of clothes she often would have to wear to make up for the warmth was always annoying and hid some of her best assets.
Her patron seemed to enjoy seeing her in the thin linen and silk dresses she’d had made and she caught his friend eying her a few times. Goodwin took it in good humor, of course. The man wasn’t possessive, he was too old for that. Her companionship with him was more the fact that he liked the status having a pretty young thing like her on his arm gave him. Sure there were… requirements to her being his travel companion but she’d been aware of that from the beginning. Warming his bed and acting like a covert bodyguard wasn’t too horrible of a task. She got whatever she wanted from him otherwise and he even let her have her privacy when she needed it, making sure wherever they traveled there was a private room for her as well.
Usually, her rooms weren’t too far from Goodwin’s but as this had been short notice she had a bit of a walk from where he’d passed out in his own private rooms. The air was heavy with the heat as she moved through the hall, walking past the library of their host… and seeing a light coming from under the door. The estate was asleep as far as she could tell and it seemed odd that anyone would be up this late. Curious and secretly armed she moved into the rooms, inhaling the smell of books as she looked around.
She snuck quietly, sticking to the shadows, the softness of her soft lace lined chemise, helping her silently move through the room, until she got to the source of the light.
Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw who was standing there, flipping through the pages of one of the books. It was a face she’d only seen in charcoal on parchment, drawn over and over again by her mother.
”I found him in my father’s library, secreting away some books. He was the most handsome, charming man I had ever met. He’ll come back for us. He will.”
It had been bullshit. It was likely the man standing in front of her in this full circle moment had no clue who she was or what she looked like. She could come up behind him in the dark and put her blade between his ribs, but that wouldn’t be enough. No, she needed him to know about her, about what happened to her mother. She didn’t need him to care, but she needed him to know.
Her patron seemed to enjoy seeing her in the thin linen and silk dresses she’d had made and she caught his friend eying her a few times. Goodwin took it in good humor, of course. The man wasn’t possessive, he was too old for that. Her companionship with him was more the fact that he liked the status having a pretty young thing like her on his arm gave him. Sure there were… requirements to her being his travel companion but she’d been aware of that from the beginning. Warming his bed and acting like a covert bodyguard wasn’t too horrible of a task. She got whatever she wanted from him otherwise and he even let her have her privacy when she needed it, making sure wherever they traveled there was a private room for her as well.
Usually, her rooms weren’t too far from Goodwin’s but as this had been short notice she had a bit of a walk from where he’d passed out in his own private rooms. The air was heavy with the heat as she moved through the hall, walking past the library of their host… and seeing a light coming from under the door. The estate was asleep as far as she could tell and it seemed odd that anyone would be up this late. Curious and secretly armed she moved into the rooms, inhaling the smell of books as she looked around.
She snuck quietly, sticking to the shadows, the softness of her soft lace lined chemise, helping her silently move through the room, until she got to the source of the light.
Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw who was standing there, flipping through the pages of one of the books. It was a face she’d only seen in charcoal on parchment, drawn over and over again by her mother.
”I found him in my father’s library, secreting away some books. He was the most handsome, charming man I had ever met. He’ll come back for us. He will.”
It had been bullshit. It was likely the man standing in front of her in this full circle moment had no clue who she was or what she looked like. She could come up behind him in the dark and put her blade between his ribs, but that wouldn’t be enough. No, she needed him to know about her, about what happened to her mother. She didn’t need him to care, but she needed him to know.
What are you doing in here!?her voice sounded scared and nervous, but she was far from it,
You’re not supposed to be here…
05-13-2023, 12:00 PM
