The candlelight flickered before me, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Looking at the hourglasses, I could see it was seven hours past dusk, fairly late for me. Getting up from the scroll I had been laboriously writing in, I walked over to my washbowl, and splashed a bit of water on my face, looking at myself in the mirror.
I wasn't much, or at least, I didn't think I was. Dark brown, frizzy curls contrasted with my pale skin, and green eyes. I had never had any interest from a man before, and in fact, I believe plain would be the adjective most applicable to me; I wasn't anything special.
Wiping the droplets out of my eyes, I started at the reflection looking back at me. Was that someone in the room behind me? A figure appeared in the glass, a lion no less and I whirled around, picking up my hair brush, ready to defend myself, and my secrets from whatever need be.
But nothing was there. This was strange indeed. I took a few steps forward, hesitantly looking around my main shelves, only to hear laughter behind me. Tripping, I barely managed to catch myself before I fell into the shelf in front of me, and I turned around.
Here standing before me, was a man. He was very tall, with tan skin, dirty blonde hair, and golden eyes. Where had I heard of a man with golden eyes before? I knew this whole scenario sounded familiar, I just couldn't quite place it.
"Tinoya, a pleasure to meet you." He strolled forward towards me, eyes flashing dangerously. I stammered, caught off guard by the fact that he knew my name, but I did not know his. I was still wracking my brain, though.
"And a pleasure to meet you too, mysterious stranger." I was brimming with questions; how did you get in here? Why are you here? How did you even know where this room was in the first place? Who are you?
He chuckled lightly, and walked over to my desk. I shadowed his movements closely; if he messed with anything of mine, he'd be finding a quill up his ass, that's for sure. "And why am I so mysterious?" The words dripped from his mouth, reflecting a note of wry, worn intrigue behind them.
"Because," I took a deep breath. "I have no idea who you are."
His grin only got wider, the smile more dangerous, the threat seemingly more glaring. Sitting down in my chair, I started forward, but held myself. My conscious was berating me; the man had done nothing wrong! At least, not yet.
Locking eyes with me, I pondered what I would do if he did try to do something. Really, I was rather alone, here in the Room of Secrets. Suddenly, I felt paralyzed to the spot, as he began to go for a drawer that no one except the Secret Keeper could go into. It held the one sacred artifact of the first Secret Keeper. I tried to scream, but found no sound. He glanced up at me, and shaking his head, pulled out the Quill of Secrets Past and Present.
"Silly girl, I only want to check to make sure my Quill has been preserved in the proper manner I dictated two thousand years ago."
The spell lifted, and I lurched forward, bracing myself on the desk, trying to catch my breath, attempting to comprehend what he had just said. Had he just said...?
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I grinned as I observed the girl before me, breathing heavily, braced against the desk; my desk, in fact. Oh, I already knew what she thought of herself, but I begged to differ. Pale white breasts swelled against her bodice, currently flushed due to my present. Hips just curvy enough, legs just miles long enough for my taste, bouncy curls that moved as she did, and her eyes. Green eyes. I could see forever into them, green as summer leaves, constantly sweeping me up and down. My current successor might not know it, but she lusted for me, and was fighting it fiercely. A bit of fight never hurt, and she was pretty. Enough on that though, I decided she was feeling more than enough kinds of emotions.
