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Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.
The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.
A World Of Her Own
The entire tavern stood still as we watched the tall figure. In these parts of the world, everyone is used to scary things that go bump in the night. Me, mainly, but some things just felt more dangerous than others. Whoever stood in that doorway was scaring the creepy night numbers I was currently serving. Even the fire in the fireplace seems to diminish in the presence of whoever this was.
After several heartbeats, the cloaked figure walked into the tavern, shutting the door against the storm, and turned to face me. They reached up and pulled the hood from over their face. An audible gasp slithered through the room. Everyone looking at her was stunned by her beauty and the edge of danger surrounding her. She pinned me with piercing blue eyes. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to as she walked nearer.
Dangerous Enchantress
Instinctually, I backed up. She was dangerous, evil even, and I, a lowly beer maid, had no power or defense against her. My ass hit the counter, and the tray in my hand toppled. Sending ale and mead down the front of my dirty dress to puddle at my feet. Embarrassed, I looked up, but her face showed no expression. She extended a hand instead and waited.
I looked at it, a normal hand. Clean, soft looking, I knew I shouldn’t, but I wanted to take it. Whatever she had planned for me had to be better than being imprisoned here with hunched-over pervs who grabbed my ass between refills. Fuck it, the fates had control anyway. I dared them to abandon me as I wiped my hand off on my apron and reached out to interlace my finger with hers. My heart seized as her hand closed tight around mine, and she pulled me into her chest. I expected us to walk out, leaving the tavern to fend for itself as we battled the rain upon her stead, but instead. She snapped the fingers of her other hand, and the world as I knew it fell away from under me.
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