Forbidden Love

A chance meeting-Syr

I woke up with a start, sunlight already flooding my small room in Folkvangr. My heart jumped when I saw how high the sun was in the sky. "Oh no, I'm so late!" I practically fell out of bed, grabbing my towel and racing to the shower.

The cold water helped wake me up, but I didn't have time to wait for it to get warm. I quickly dried off and threw on my adventuring gear, doing a quick check to make sure I had everything: armor, knife, and small bag for collecting monster crystals. No time for breakfast - Lira and Jax were probably already waiting for me at the dungeon entrance.

I rushed down the stone streets of Folkvangr, weaving between other adventurers and merchants who were already busy with their morning routines. My boots clicked against the cobblestones as I ran, trying to remember if I had remembered to pack all my supplies.

"Excuse me!" a gentle voice called out. "Did you drop this?"

I turned around to see a pretty young woman holding up a monster crystal. She looked about my age, with beautiful bluish-gray hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and her skin was smooth and peachy. She was wearing what looked like a waitress uniform - a white blouse with a leaf-green skirt that went down to her knees, plus a half-apron tied around her waist. Her brown boots and black stockings completed the outfit.

"Oh, um..." I stammered, caught off guard. I quickly thought back to yesterday. "Actually, I sold all my crystals to the guild yesterday, so that can't be mine."

Right on cue, my stomach let out a huge growl. I felt my face turn bright red.

The waitress giggled. "I'm Syr Flova. I work at the Hostess of Fertility restaurant." She reached into her bag and pulled out a wrapped lunch box. "Here, you should have this. It was supposed to be my breakfast, but it sounds like you need it more than I do."

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly-" I started to say, but she was already pushing it into my hands.

"I insist!" Syr said with a warm smile. "But on one condition - you have to come eat dinner at our restaurant tonight, okay? As a thank you."

I tried to refuse again, but my stomach growled even louder. Plus, there was something about her smile that made it hard to say no. "Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "Thank you so much, Syr."

"It's settled then! I'll see you tonight!" She waved as I started running again, now with her lunch box tucked safely in my bag.

I picked up my pace, heading toward the huge dungeon entrance where Lira and Jax were waiting. As I ran, I couldn't help thinking about how nice Syr had been, even though we'd just met. Maybe being late wasn't always such a bad thing after all.

SYR'S POV// Freya's Thoughts

As I watched my dear Bell disappear into the crowd, my gentle Syr smile melted into something more befitting a goddess. That foolish, adorable boy - rushing off to the dungeon without so much as asking permission from me or any of my high-ranking familia members. Such beautiful innocence, such reckless determination... it makes me want to break him just a little.

I touched my lips thoughtfully, still maintaining my Syr disguise for any passersby. "My sweet Bell," I murmured to myself, "you really should know better by now. Running straight into danger without proper protocols... I'll have to teach you a lesson when you return to Folkvangr." The thought made me shiver with anticipation.

My familia's rules exist for a reason. Even if Bell is special, even if his pure soul shines brighter than any I've seen in centuries, he must learn to respect the hierarchy. Perhaps an extra training session with the elite members? Or maybe... something more personal from his goddess?

I watched until his white hair completely vanished in the direction of the dungeon. "Enjoy your adventure today, my dear Bell," I whispered, my divine power briefly flickering through Syr's mortal disguise. "When you return home, we'll have quite the discussion about following proper procedures."

The thought of his frightened, apologetic face already filled me with divine pleasure. Such a perfect soul, still rough around the edges, still needing to be properly shaped. But that's why he's mine, after all. To mold, to perfect, to possess completely.

I adjusted my waitress apron, fully embodying Syr's innocent demeanour. The other adventurers passing by would never guess that the simple waitress harboured such thoughts. Let Bell think he'd had a lucky encounter with a kind young woman. Soon enough, he'd learn the price of taking his goddess's generosity for granted.

"Be safe in the dungeon, my dear Bell," I said softly, turning back toward the Hostess of Fertility. "And do try to work up an appetite. After all..." I smiled, "You promised Syr you'd come for dinner. And I so hate to be disappointed."