Running away to you

Chapter 1

You are frantically running in the forrest, not knowing where you are going. Left, then right then left again. Trying to find your way out of this damnation of forrest. "What was I thinking, impulsively running away, in a land that I know nothing of." You think to yourself. You keep on running as fast and far as you can, away from your duty. Away from your future. After a while, You notice a figure in the distance looking like a distorted reindeer fawn. You follow it hoping to find a shelter. As you walk behind it, your foot collides into a tree root making you fall on the muddy grown.

You stay there for a few minutes, annoyed that you have dirtied your gown, collecting your thought, trying to make sense of your situation.

Then, you suddenly hear a footstep crushing a branch on the ground. You look around, trying to see where the noise is coming from.

That is when, a tall figures comes before you, a group of men standing behind him. he immediately point his sword at your neck with a cold and menacing gaze.

Aaron : Look up (he says authoritatively)

You look up, afraid, Your gaze meeting his. He looks intently into your eyes, searching for something.

Lieutenant Vestrien: Is she a Monster my lord? Do you see a glow in her eyes?

Aaron keeping his sword by your neck : No (he says keeping it short, not wavering away from your gaze, before continuing) You're a spy sent by that traitor of a Western Duke?

You look at him, afraid to your core, as you feel the sword near your neck , you try to utter something

Saowanee: S-Sir, I.....Me, a spy?.....I was merely following a deer fawn..... when I lost my way. (You say, carefully choosing your words, fearing death)

(He looks at you with a skeptical gaze)

Aaron: You came here alone? In the Ijedős Forest? (he says not trusting you)

Saowanee: Yes....well....(you say unsure of what to say next)

Aaron: Well? (he says in a demanding tone, expecting you to continue)

Saowanee:  Well technically, I...I am in the county for...(you look for your words) for a family gathering....(you say wary of him and afraid of his sword)

Aaron still doubtful, slightly lowers his sword and moves closer to you, looking  down your dress and  your face.

Despite the mud, the dress you're wearing is a mesmerizing. A red gown, elegantly layered and tailored with warm, autumnal fabrics. It's adorned with delicate, intricate embroidery, and boasts long, billowing sleeves to ward off the northern chill. The skirt flows in graceful tiers, evoking the vibrancy of southern tradition in northern hues.

He then looks to your face, warm brown skin that glows with a sun-kissed richness, capturing the vibrancy of the south. Your eyes are deep and expressive, framed by long, curled lashes that draw you in with a sense of kindness and confidence. Your coily hair, lush and voluminous adding an aura of effortless beauty. A rare jewel. He finds you Mesmerizing, but he maintains his stoic gaze.

Aaron: And your " family " let you go without a single bodyguard? A young lady  in the middle of the forrest, alone, without anyone , is like a prey waiting to be killed by a beast (he says weighing his word)

You remain silent out of fear. He looks at your trembling face and let out a slight sigh. He finally come to or perhaps accepts the obvious conclusion that you're not a spy. Yet, he can't help but wonder why a southern girl (he could guess by your accent and your gown) would be in the middle of the Ijedős forrest so late in the evening.