We rendezvoused outside as planned. Cordelia's appearance mirrored that of the previous day, with long skirts gracefully enveloping her figure, shawls draped over her shoulders, and her hair neatly tied.
"Shall we proceed?" I extended my right hand towards her, trying to conceal the rapid rhythm of my heart.
Blushing, she nodded and gently grasped my arm with her left hand. Walking together, we blended seamlessly, resembling an ordinary couple in the eyes of onlookers.
Strangely enough, as we strolled along, silence enveloped us, but it was no longer an uncomfortable silence. There was a newfound ease in our connection, and I could sense that Cordelia shared the same sentiment. It seemed as though we both desired to bask in the comforting presence of one another, relishing the warmth that emanated from our proximity.
As we arrived at the building she stopped at yesterday, she gestured to me to come inside. The building has several doors as I walk through the hallway. I understand immediately that Cordelia's home is a rented space inside this building. We walked up two floor stairs, then at the corner, Cordelia unlocked the door, and welcomed me to come, "Please come inside."
I cautiously entered Cordelia's modest room, where the moonlight cast its celestial glow upon the simple furnishings. A single bed adorned with blankets and pillows, a wardrobe, and a small desk with a chair greeted my eyes. The window, devoid of curtains, allowed the moonlight to forcefully illuminate the space. As I stepped inside, the wooden floor creaked softly beneath my feet.
Cordelia motioned for me to take a seat on her bed while she retrieved a bottle of what appeared to be wine. With graceful movements, she poured the wine into two glasses and approached me, settling beside me. She extended a glass towards me, and I accepted it, our eyes meeting in the soft moonlit room. We raised our glasses in a small toast, acknowledging the moment before taking a sip. The wine touched my lips, releasing its rich flavors onto my palate. As I swallowed, a gentle warmth spread through my body, bringing comfort to ward off the chill of the night.
"I'm glad I saved this for this moment," she said with a solemn air, referring to the wine in her hand.
"What are we celebrating?" I inquired.
"We're celebrating the fact that I managed to capture your attention and have you here in my humble abode," she replied with a playful chuckle. Her lightheartedness was endearing. I recalled her last night statement about her determination to do anything to capture my attention.
"Now that you have succeeded, what comes next?" I asked, intrigued.
"To be honest, I'm not sure yet. I suppose it depends on what you have to say to me tonight," she responded with a serene composure.
Bathed in the moon's gentle glow, Cordelia appeared ethereal, as if blessed by the goddess herself. Her eyes held a regal elegance, like that of a noblewoman receiving her guests. It was a silent invitation, assuring me that she was prepared to listen to whatever I had to say.
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The Merchant and Tavern Master
FantasíaIn this world, there are adventurers, knights, mystical races, magic spells, and treasures. But this is not stories about them. This is just a story about a humble man working as a traveling merchant who dream to become rich to support his family. O...
