Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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The second day of the imperial rescue party's arrival dawned with a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that had previously engulfed the village. The morning sun cast its warm rays through the infirmary's windows inside the courthouse, where the trio of friends – Indry, Laura, and Agnes – had gathered to enjoy a rare moment of respite.
The afternoon hours ticked by, the air undisturbed by the usual cries of battle or the ominous shrieks of the harpy foes. Instead, a peaceful silence reigned, punctuated only by the occasional chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
"Victor? Yes, he was cute but nay, not my cup of tea." Indry dismissed the idea of the men brought by the imperial knights.
"He may portrayed as Amir, but he is not Amir," Indry added. She sat by the infirmary table with two of her besties, Laura and Agnes.
"We got our own Amir right here and right now. A better one if I may say. a black-haired Amir with sharp eyes. With a look that melts your heart, weakens your knees, and warms your womb." said Indry in a hushed voice.
"Who? Aden?" Agnes, the petite woman, guessed the obvious.
"You have good eyes too, hmm?" Indry responded to the correct guess made by her maid. Laura raised her eyebrows, interested.
Laura remembered the thrilling moment she had the pleasure of meeting Aden in a steamy situation before the two ladies beside her. She couldn't forget the sensation of a strong hand tugging her out of the rubble, and suddenly being presented with a handsome man. She thought she was living her last moments, and that an angel had come to guide her away.
She was captivated by the man before her, and she found herself melting into his embrace. His masculine scent filled her senses, his eyes burning directly into her soul. His strong frame sent a shiver down her spine. Everything about him seemed unreal as if Amir himself had leapt out of the pages of a story and become flesh and blood. She felt an overwhelming desire to be closer to him, to feel his touch and surrender herself completely.
The square table in the infirmary became a place of smoldering intensity as the women whispered in low voices. The tension was palpable as each exchange seemed to bring them closer, and the promise of something more hung in the air.
Agnes glanced around the infirmary. Made sure the infirmary was clear of people but them. She didn't want anyone to hear what they going to talk about.
Everyone had been taken care of in the infirmary. Father Edgar already left. On the other side of the room, Jasmine was playing on the piled pillows with her stuffed animal, wearing a lonely expression as she thought about her beloved pet Fluffy.
With the help of the volunteers and the villagers, Father Edgar made an infirmary corner on the southward of the courthouse main hall. They cleared out the infirmary of any unnecessary furniture or objects for the barricade.
