Gerda managed to survive her fall in the chapel after attempting to kill off the moor folk under the queens orders. Instead of becoming a prisoner in Ulstead, the king sends her to Borra where she becomes his slave.
Borra wants nothing more than t...
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Gerda shivered when she felt the prickly texture of Borra's wing brush against her hand as he walked past her. Her skin briefly tingled around the scraped area while she paced behind him. She wondered if his wings were durable enough to withstand an iron sword. Perhaps they would make a fine accessory to hang on a wall or even a personal trophy of her own. Gerda wickedly smirked at the thought.
She absent mindedly trailed behind him until they reached a door located in a isolated corner of the tavern. She glanced up at him with confusion, wondering what they were lingering around for. She had expected him to lead her outside towards the back. He then turned, glaring at her baffled expression with impatience in his eyes.
"Do you not need to use the privy now?" Borra asked as he irritably stared down at her.
"Yes but...I wasn't expecting it to be in there." Gerda admitted feeling hesitant about going inside.
"Hurry up and handle your business human." He impatiently hissed while staring at her with disgust.
She narrowed her eyes at him, opening the door then slamming it shut behind her. As if her presence was sensed, glowing orbs above illuminated allowing her to view her surroundings. She was rather surprised when she noticed a bowl with a stream of water running down and exiting into a tiny hole. Next to it was what appeared to be green thick leaves rolled up in a cylinder shape. On the far end of the room was a basin in the shape of a bowl for her to cleanse her hands in. On it sat an olive soap bar placed on a small rectangular plate.
This certainly was no simple, filthy privy but something that resembled luxury. Back in Ulstead, commoners would use outhouses to handle their business. Those like herself who worked in high royal positions were fortunate to use garderobes. The fey beyond question differed from humans.
She cautiously walked up to the basin to cleanse her hands. While drying her hands, she took a deep breath with the intent of calming her active nerves. After a minute of gathering her mind, she observed the privy room to clear her head some more. Gerda had to admit that she was amazed by the craftiness and it was something humans had yet to think of. This would certainly be a much sanitary advancement compared to what Ulstead currently had commoners use.
Gerda hesitantly walked to the door and opened it, revealing an agitated Borra waiting outside with his eyes overlooking his surroundings. She gritted her teeth when she noticed several humans and fey creatures glance at him with admiration or smiled his way. They treated Borra like royalty but yet he didn't act the part. It was inappropriate in her previous kingdom for the king, queen, and prince to openly stroll around in towns let alone lowly taverns.
"No more breaks after this, I have important matters to attend and you're delaying them." Borra warned, interrupting her brooding.
He then turned to walk back to their table with her behind him. Every creature quickly moved out his way with respect in their eyes. His large form walked as if he owned the place, which only added to Gerda's growing annoyance of him. A creature like him had no place in the world to be acting like royalty. That right was reserved specifically for the king and queen. A sting of hurt pulled at her heart when she realized she no longer belonged to her human kingdom so there was no point in defending its name.
