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Sadly enough we know what that means. A while ago the master was having some troubles in the council and he came home every night heavily intoxicated. He claimed all the lovers for 3 days straight, up to the point where they were bruised and sore all over. Master Legas isn't the cruellest master out there, I've heard stories worse than you can imagine but sometimes he has this look in his eyes. A sadistic look that scares me more then any whip.
I really don't like this festival outfit, it's too revealing.The long skirt with splits on both sides shows your whole leg when you walk and the short top only covers the bottom half of your breasts. I am very aware of the many scars I have collected over the years and don't like it when they're exposed. Despite not having a huge chest, I am blessed with nice curves. But they would stand out more without the regular malnutrition.
I braid my long hair so it won't get in the way and put on the clothes and headpiece. In this case I don't really dislike the veil, it shows your eyes but doesn't show your expression, emotions, embarrassment... While walking to the hall I see a big shadow on the wall. This can't be?! It looks like something I've read about... A dragon, well a rather small one from the looks of it.
I remember how my mother thought me to read and write with this old storybook about dragons. And my dad thought me to fight because he believed that a woman who can't stand up for herself is a weak woman. He believed that a woman strong enough to wield a sword but wise and kind enough not to abuse her power can even get the most ruthless dragon on its knees.
Keeping up my pace and coming closer to the shadow I see it belongs to a man. Curious and confused I keep walking towards him. The hallway is long and dimly lit but just enough to see the characteristics of the man. He is wearing tight leather pants that fit around his strongly shaped legs perfectly. His bare torso is slightly tanned and looks like it has been sculpted by the gods. I am sure his arms are strong enough to lift a big horse. Subconsciously I feel my cheeks heating up and my thighs squeezing together.
Coming even closer I get to see his face with strong jawline and small stubble. His dark hair color matches his deep blue eyes perfectly. His eyes catch mine and I can't stop looking. We seem to pass each other in slow motion. Several moments go by and with my head held high, I break our eye contact at the last second and look straight ahead again. After a while I release the breath I was holding and lean against the wall. My heart is racing and I need to recover.
But I also have to hurry to be there in time to watch everyone eat. I hope dinner goes without a hitch, but I have this hunch...
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