Deadly Instincts

5. Sweet Memories

A/N Phew, this chapter is wayyyyy over due, finally got the motivation to do it cx hope you enjoy and thanks for reading ♡

ALOUETTE'S POV

I was young, dumb, and head over heels in love. And with the topic of love, is where my story really bagan.

I was like the usual rich woman of my time. Born to the right family, with the right titles and the right lands. Born to a life style of royalty and little hardships. Perfection to a fault.

My parents were overly keen on marrying me to a handsome male with a good rich family. But unlike most young women of my time, I didn't fawn over tall boys with handsome faces. Quite the opposite really. The one thing I really loved was strong women who did what they want and gave little shits on who cared.

It was an odd bundle of jealousy, admiration, and attraction all rolled into one.

But when the day came when I met the woman of my dreams, we surely didn't meet on good terms at all.

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I gave my escort a smile as he walked only a few steps behind, steady on his feet as we weaved through the busy crowds of the markets.

Daddy had thought that going to the markets was dangerous, as anyone could push me into the docks if I wasn't careful. But it was this joyful buzz that the market gave me, that I would surely never miss, if given the chance.

Helgar, my escort, placed a firm hand on my shoulder, giving me a fright as I turned to meet him.

" m'lady.. would it be alright if I uh- " he paused, his eyes darting away the moment they met mine.

I gave him a smile, asking politely in reply. " What is worrying you Helgar ? "

" You see m'lady.. it's my sons birthday soon and I'd like to get him a little something for his tenth. Would it be alright if I left your company in search for a gift ? I promise to keep an eye- "

Raising a sole finger to my lips, I cut Helgar off with a soft shh. " do not worry my dear escort, go and look for a gift, I'll be perfectly fine. Don't worry."

If the man had any second doubts, I couldn't see them, as Helgar gave a jolly grin as he bowed and departed; leaving me to myself.

To be perfectly honest, this adjustment was perfect, Helgar got to find something for his boy, and I got to shop by myself.

With my woven basket in hand, I happily made my way over to the docks in search for any stores that sold fish; maybe they would have some lobsters for sale or somethi- oh my god.

Across from me stood a figure easily standing at 6"8", making my 5"2" feel pathetic. From my view I couldn't tell whether this person was male or female, but I surely didn't want to stay any longer incase I ran into drama.

But as I turned to leave, my eyes caught glimpse of the giant's face, bright green eyes staring at the sea, with a grin formed into their pale pink lips- and oh my god they were perfect. Long blonde hair fell down their back, covering the sides of their face.

Although this person was over all very masculine, and quite androgynous, their face held this feminine feel about it. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I must have been staring a while now, as the figure turned in my direction with an annoyed expression on their face. " what ? " they said with a grunt,

" Never seen a tall woman in your life little rich girl. "

excuse me.

My expression of amazement easily turned into a scowl. " now listen here you- " I started to say, but the woman cut me off in an instance.

" save it sweet heart, no one cares if you're rich or important, just don't gawk at strangers "

the woman finished this off with a grunt, which aided to my annoyance even more.

" and to think I thought she looked perfect. " I muttered under my breath, although it seemed it was a little too loud as a blush started to creep up the woman's face.

" oh shit, I um, I'm sorry-fuck- what's your, er, name ? " the woman blurted out, catching me by surprise with her sudden timidness. " I'm Nayla by the way. "

Srraightening my posture, I replied quite simply in a monotone voice." Alouette of house Pajari. " it was a sentence I had practiced so often it rolled off my tongue with ease. And with a nervous couth I added, " now if you'll excuse me, I really must get going. " before quickly turning away in hopes of escaping.

" wait ! "

here we go again.

" yes ? " i say as I turn back around. " what is it ? "

" could we meet again ? ... please ? "

I thought about it for a moment, giving a sigh in hopes to hide the smile curving ever so slightly on my lips. " meet me here at ten, don't be late ".

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That day started a series of others, we'd meet when we could, talking about each others lives and opening up to each other.

Nayla was a sailor whose mother was killed in child birth, so with only a fatherly figure around she knew little of being feminine.

I told her how I was the middle child of eight, yet my father favoured me since I looked most like my mother who passed away a few years ago. I majorly lived by myself since my older siblings were all married and my younger siblings spent their days learning. Since I was eighteen I was passed my days of learning and only now my dad was thinking of marriage.

I told Nayla about how I wasn't attracted to men, a statement she agreed to, looking away nervously as she said it.

This was the night I found myself falling for Nayla, the night I kissed her on impulse alone.

The night my life took a large turn of events

A/N: just as a note, Alouette is french for lark/eagle, and Pajari is a Russian name for noble. so she's a noble eagle ahaha. but annyyway, Alou has both french - her mum's side -, and russian - her dad's- heritage, but her accent is russian as she speaks it more.

-Ria

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