Candied Secrets- A. Morozova

Sikurzoi and the Suli carnival

Hello my dear readers, 

This chapter is a bit of a hot mess I believe as a lot of things happen in it and the pace might feel a bit rushed because of that- if that is actually the case, I'm sorry! Aside from that, I've come to the conclusion that my former page devider is quite chunky and I prefer this more subdued option. 

I hope you'll like this chapter nonetheless. 

Love,

Inkwinds.

BTW: I'VE JUST HIT 500 VOTES- THANK YOU!!!

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I had left him to his devices without further ado.

"Yer lovely presence'll be dearly missed, Juffrouw Dehlia." Arthur's eyes glinted with a youthful mischievousness as he regarded my frame from beneath his eye lashes. His head was lowered once more to press his lips upon my nuckles.

Unfortunately, my fair complexion was wholly insufficient at obscuring the blood that was currently setting my cheeks aflame, flushed with heat as I felt at his behaviour that was just so bordering on uncouth.

"Flattery will certainly get you places, Kapitein... however, I fear you are not being quite earnest with me so that I find it to be a severe discourtesy to both of us, wouldn't you agree? I could not possibly fathom anyone would miss the complications that my presence and that of my companions has wrought upon your ship and its crew." I teasingly hit his chest with the back of my hand and he caught it within his own two hands.

"Oh, but if trouble had really dissuaded an poor ol' blighter like me, I would've hardly chosen a life on sea, now would I?" Athur charmingly teased back, his hands falling away from mine with another strategically placed caress of his fingers against mine.

"If I ever hear you have placed a bet on whether you could entice my affections on our voyage, rest be assured it will not onlybe your tongue, but both your hands and manhood that will see to paying the price of irreversable removal for the injury of my dignity." I clearly stated to Athur and all others who were present on deck, my playfulness having waned in favour of calm.

Even the charismatic gentleman himself couldn't help but to grow pallid at my promise.

The envelope I had just underhandedly given to him must have felt much heavier against the captain's chest as I decended the plank with a secretive smile on my face, its cover adressed to "Author Conan Doyle".

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We had been travelling for several weeks, treading with utmost care and far, far away from any common tracks to avoid detection by any officials that frequented the area. 

It was without a doubt a quite dangerous endeavour to venture from the protection of big crowds, but in my haste I had not been able to alter my own appearance much, nor forge any false identification for my companions and so we had not much of a choice. At least it was summer and we were nowhere near the permafrost or we would have been forced to search for another option which would have costed Madraya and Jordie even more time.