Chaotic Curiosity

Diary Entry

Thenix' POV

Hastily I have stumbled into my room, throwing off my cloak, hanging half down my shoulder, and struggling with my new boots which had already wounded my foot hoe to bleeding. A quick glimpse into the mirror was a reminder to untie and brush my hair, as already the King entered the room. As in the last two weeks, he was similar to a sleepless sloth. His reasoning was the first grey string showing up on his half-bolded head. It could be compared to my barely existing beard, three lines of hair I have kept now for five months. Unlike my whole bundle of greyish hair I just tugged into a slick ponytail, the King was still looking half fresh. Which should've been a compliment but he mistook it and went weeping out of my room. He shouted to get the next band from yesterday's read, which I've prepared last night on my custom shelf, I kept in the storage I call my room.
As I picked out the 220 paged book I let my gaze rise a little more, noticing a red ribbon. I picked at it, to see to which book it belonged, and it fell right into my hands. My old diary I have kept since my horrific times as a butler's boy. I threw it onto my bed before bringing the longed book, which had some detailed chamber activity descriptions - why I presume the king wants it - to the tears bolding man.
No eye contact was made while exchanging book and my first pay. I've turned 32 today, officially being a man, according to my own heritage aging.
So the king has promised to give me my payment as soon as I be fully grown up. He has kindly saved every bit over the years because my little self once told him 'a child shouldn't have coin he couldn't spend on books', as I can read them without permission.
He knew of my family traditions well. He knew me well, as I knew him.
Happy about my first few coins, I've already forgotten what my King was gotten himself into with the second band (I've read it the night before out of boredom and slight of curiosity. Would I have known it came to my uses, I would've started with the third band right away), I entered my room once more staring at the dusty book leaving a dark square mark on my white sheets.
I picked it up and I how I adore blowing the layer of collected memories off the cover, I traced my carved-in signature with the finger. The feeling of the edges and rounded sides of the overuse, made me smile. I unpicked my lock and sat down on my bed. Picking up a quill without reading my past entries. I had to relieve a sigh as I swirled the red ribbon around my finger, only bringing nostalgia with it. Pain around my lips rose, reminding me how my cheeks hurt from tonight's walk. And there it hit me. I have once more executed every thought I had of the day as soon as I entered my room to get into my beloved routines.
As heard, and written, today is a life-changing day. The allowance to exit the Kingshall walls and go on walks without guards surrounding me was almost breathtaking.
No lie be told, it was really dusty out there. The salt was closer to my nose the more I followed the lead of the streets. With no coin in my trousers, I couldn't allow myself to take a brizzly drink that covers the tongue with a sweet bitterness, crusty going down your throat, slowly making you woozy. I've read books about the different varieties of cultures drinking. Though I've only tasted a few of wines, - not as if there are other things to be served -, ale was a favorite in Melinken.
I've revisited the orphanage I only have lived in 26 hours before I've been executed to the king.
The day passed by quickly and there were endless new things to see. I have been in the same place for over 22 years and barely was allowed to see the main city I call my home.
Night fell early and I've decided to see the coast. The street emptied more and more, while the taverns grew verbally. Sailors and ships men have left the shore empty. My gaze running over the fine woods and laces of the ships.
But before I could live out their beauty, a fire struck my eye. The fire was on heels, running loudly over the wooden planks. It was a woman, her hair long and visibly red. Her skin ashen and her gaze unremovable. To see her eyes though it was already too late to react. Only inches away from me, I haven't noticed she was running straight at me, herself only looking back to the three men following her. We crashed and as I only have skin and bones attached to my body, I fell pretty hard. She managed to just stumble over me and disappear around the next brick wall. The men caught up to me. My confidence rose with a heave. I would never let strangers trap a woman like that. Around the next corner, they would find her against a building's wall, unable to flee. So I jumped up to my feet and pierced them with my eyes.
      "Hold. In the King's name, I demand your reasoning of following the woman."
They cursed at me until the smartest of the three - and believe me, he wasn't even close to knowing how to read a three-lettered label - recognized which position I held. They shortly quit without any further notice.
Too proud of my act, I want to look after the stranger. And as I turned around I got attacked! She has tugged me into the short alley, putting an arm around my neck and her thigh between my legs. Electricity went through my veins. Made me believe I just have unlocked a spell I've read two days ago without practice.
Her sharp violet eyes and her pursed lips formed a smile. She charmed me with her words.
      "I must thank thee to come to my rescue, as a hero must do. I wouldn't have imagined how my arse would've looked like after a fight with those fishhankers!"
I couldn't bark a word. Completely paralyzed I just looked into her eyes. She lifted a hand to my cheek and blew at my lips. I believe I fainted because the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor, looking straight up to the moon, slightly covered by fireish hair.
I forced myself to sit, even though her strong arms tried to hold me down. The embarrassment to faint in front of a woman was too great. She looked like her early 20s.
        "Are you alright?" I've stupidly asked. She chuckled confirming to be the well-one between us both. I've asked her why she was chased. She explained
        "Perhaps of my beauty. Perhaps of my leather pants squeezing up my curves. Perhaps I have stolen their heavy bundles to buy myself a room." I looked at her, frowning. But with a quick shake of her head, she made it seem like a joke. But the truth came after. She had been on a ship for 7 months, without anybody realizing she shouldn't have been there.
      "Please forgive me for causing you any trouble. May I have your drink?" she fluttered her natural long lashes.
I couldn't make a woman pay for me! We ended up next to a tavern, sitting at one of the many empty tables outside. I nibbled on my wine in a mug.
As I'm thinking back to the whole event, I should've asked her name. But how I understood she wasn't going to leave unless more men were causing trouble. Thus I have made her a promise to keep her safe while she was in town. It could've been the wine talking.
We talked endlessly into the night. I told her all she needed to know to start in the city, where I was working, and how to find me. She insulted me and my just growing beard, saying I looked immature if I couldn't grow a full one. I noted to myself to snip it off as soon as I got back.
It was clear we weren't the same of a kind. She had horns, outstanding eyes, and skin like no others. But surprisingly she had no tail, as I have assumed her to be a tiefling. I refused to ask her about her race. As it shouldn't have been any of my business.
Before I knew it, my shift has already begun. I barely said my farewell before sprinting back to the Kingshall as the gates guards were just about to close me off.
And so I stumbled into my room. Writing my events, still unable to comprehend today's excitement. Today birthday, I was fully grown, got the allowance to be outside the inner walls, met a gorgeous woman who seduced me in a matter of seconds, I've fainted and got insulted of my only evidence of being a man and yet I believe I've found my second soul.
My excitement is rising as I want the night to be over, my morning shift to fly by, the guests at tomorrow's lunch to be talkative to forget time and go on another evening walk looking out for the wildfire in heels to catch my attention. But yet I believe, tonight's night will be the longest I would ever have.