The Bored God Decides to Meddle

Chapter 7: Only Fools Get Caught!

-Authors note---

  If it wasn't clear before, Melody's song modeled her body after Cerina(The "foolish" knight lady in the first 2 chapters).   

--End Authors note--

I inched closer to Frey again. He stepped back. I got closer again. He stepped back.

"What are you doing" Frey said, avoiding eye contact.

"Noooooooothing" I pounced forward.

I ending up with my waist over his stomach. His back was now pressed to the ground. His face was beat red. I tilted my face inwards, trying to get any kinda reaction outta him.

"What are you doing?" Frey said; he hid his face behind his hands.

"Hey stop blocking your face! Lemme See!" I gripped both of his hand.

"Come on open up!" I tried to pull his arms apart.

He sat up and shoved me off! Awwwwww!

I plopped on the ground a couple feet away "Hahahahe"

"That was fun! Let me see more of that!" I got up but instantly got shoved in the guest room.

"Get some sleep! We can visit the prisoners tomorrow! Don't you want to see your friend?"

Sleep eh? It's a process underdeveloped species do. A waste of time. *Yawn*. Well maybe it won't be all bad. This underdeveloped body yearns for it. I slipped under the covers of the bed that laid near a window. This is how it works right? Wow this world only has one moon. It... Looks... nice.

--Next Day---

*Stretch* Ahh. Sleep. That felt goooooooooood.

"Mel nee!" Ponta came bursting through the small wooden door.

"Breakfast is ready! Come on!" He raced out of the room.

I stumbled a little walking out of bed. Whoa these weak legs aren't working properly. Angered I stomped on the floor panels. Aw that seemed to get them to work.

O my cloths I was wearing before seemed to be washed.

*sniff* *sniff* they smell... pleasant.

"Good Morning Melody, I've cooked some plain pancakes with sausage and a few bacon strips" Miranda tied a bandana to her head as she placed slim meats on the table.

*sniff* Awgg this taste thing you humans have. It's really something.

After I demolished two portions. Gorfon pushed in his chair.

"I've arranged a meeting for you with the prisoners that were taken in today. Normally this wouldn't be aloud. But thank Frey for making it happen."

"Father I didn't do any-t"

"Frey, be a dear and escort Melody to the Marnor estate" Miranda started clearing the table.

"Alright" Frey looked down.

---- In the Marnor estate ----

"So you are Himbleed's offspring, you've grown." A young man sat down in his chair sipping his tea.

The estate looked just as lavish on the inside as it did peeking in from the outside. Me and Frey say around a small circular table. Across from us was the young master of the estate.

"Yes I am Freyor Himbleed. I've come in the request to see your prisoners" Frey fiddled with his thumbs, and looked around frantically.

"Yes, yes. As the previous bloodline of Cervana I can grant you that much, but who is this gorgeous woman you've brought along."