LILY-
"Lord?" I whispered, Underneath my breath.
I turned to get a look at him, but the cloak kept him so mysterious that his face was out of sight. The soldiers before us began to nod their heads in fear, sweat suddenly dripping from their heads down.
"I can see you all are doing a great job defending the realm." His deep voice came once more. "The swords in the back are spoils of patent gold; you're free to take them all, but you know the place and the consequences."
They gulped, hurrying towards the carriage to grab the swords and other metallic items that were in the sack. I could feel the fear roaming around them, a skill thought to harness courtesan potential.
"Don't call me Lord in front of the young lady." He let out. "Sire is enough, since I'm just a mere merchant."
They stared into each other's eyes before bracing up a bit. "Yes, sire." They chorused.
… He lived in a two-bedroom apartment all alone, and somehow it was cleaner than the Grey Moon pack's chambers. It was filled with iron ores and good designs, but the most shocking was the bed; it was soft and comfy, and he actually allowed me to sleep on it despite being a slave.
He didn't seem disgusted by me or my appearance, nor did he see the need to say anything to me. His hand signals were fast but easy to catch up on as he made them linger a little bit before waving them.
"So rest up; you begin work tomorrow."
The door slammed shut on my face as he walked into his bedroom, leaving me alone to settle down and think. The thought of escaping crossed my mind just then, but I immediately turned it all away when I saw how much of a politician he was to have that many soldiers behind him. Or was he a skilled fighter?
I couldn't dissipate it; he was very mysterious. His cloak, his sinister aura that made the air around me grow thin every single time. Who exactly was this man who could buy a devalued courtesan like me for three hundred thousand silver coins without flinching?
Or was he a psychopath?
No, psychopaths weren't allowed to live after the age of 17. He's definitely much older; I'd say he's in his mid-thirties.
I returned to the room he lent out to me. Taking off my gown to free myself from the heat. Left with my blouse and underwear, I bounced on the bed, prepared to take a long rest. It's been years since I was allowed to rest on my own timing.
The sound of howls filled the air as the moon shone brightly on the realm. The grey sky lit up, an aura of perseverance and struggles wrapping around in a soothing combination.
I walked out of the room, my eyes still blurry from hours of sleep. The smell of tobacco filled the room like incense, the heat almost intense. I grabbed my gown, slipping into it as I decided to check my surroundings.
Of course I was scared; my heart kept thumping, the danger signals emanating from all angles. The room was cloaked with a sinister aura, barely lit by the one candle that burned next to the furnace.
I thought of checking his room, but a wave of fright coursed through me immediately as my hand grazed the doorknob. The smell of tobacco was thicker, and there was also the aura. I could feel my lungs starting to take the heat, bringing me down to the ground as I began to cough.
I had attended to a lot of men before, but none of them had smoked tobacco with such intense heat. The windows were always opened for proper ventilation, but none were open, which made oxygen feel like a purge.
"Where were you planning on escaping?" His deep voice echoed in the room. A dark shadow appeared on the door, carrying a little pipe in its hands.
I dared not turn back nor check if he was really in the room. The silence felt like rolling drums signaling my funeral, my brain playing out crazy scenarios.
"I'm not planning to escape." I said softly.
"Really." I heard a growl.
Footsteps echoed in the darkness, the chills running down my spine as I wondered what my future would be in the next thirty minutes. He seemed like a gentleman during our journey, never pulled out a pipe, but now I couldn't even tell what it is.
I felt something on my shoulder, something burning with an incense, something as hot as red flames. It was scowling, calling onto me like a silent whimper, dangerous yet yearning for affection.
"I'm still a virgin, my lord." I explained.
"That's good to hear." His sinister aura cloaked me, his hands trailing my shoulder down to my hands. His fingers found their way to the gaps in mine, pinning them to the ground.
"Do you have what it takes to entertain me?" He whispered into my ear.
"I have no idea what you value as entertainment, so I can't quite answer that question." I explained.
I let out a sigh when his second hand trailed my shoulders down to my hand, pinning me down once more. His breath settled on my neck, whispering words that made my body itch for more, itch for him.
"My entertainment is different from the one in the courtesans district." He whispered into my ear, taking a nibble at my ear before moving down to kiss my neck.
"I play the harp?" I blurted out.
"The harp, huh?" He whispered in my ear. "That means your fingers know how it feels to play with strings." His hands trailed my shoulders back to my straps, teasing them a bit before they came falling right down.
"I have no knowledge of this type of entertainment." I tried to fight the sensation that suddenly filled my body.
"There's no need to, darling." He chuckled. "It's darker than your usual understanding."
"Ahhh!"