chapter 9
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Aethelfrith's POV
As I arrived at the art gallery, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. I was about thirty minutes late, and my heart raced with the worry that I had missed Tyramon. As I entered, my eyes scanned the room, but she was nowhere to be found.
With a mix of disappointment and apprehension, I decided to make the most of my time and immerse myself in the artwork. I strolled through the gallery, taking in the diverse range of paintings that adorned the walls. Each brushstroke and color choice held a story, inviting me to explore the artist's world.
I walked slowly, my steps echoing in the quiet space as I absorbed the emotions and narratives captured in each piece.
"Aethelfrith" Tryamon sweet and melodic voice called my name.
I turned to face her, and my breath caught in my throat. Tryamon stood before me, radiating an exquisite beauty that words could not adequately describe. She wore a black short fitted gown with a high slit and an open back, revealing her elegant tattoos, her silver heels and purse complimenting the dress. The contrast between the dark fabric and her fair skin only accentuated her magnificence
Her presence was captivating, and her melodic voice added to her allure. Tryamon's voice carried a sweetness that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. It was a voice that stirred emotions deep within me, simultaneously calming and invigorating my senses.
"You look absolutely stunning, Tryamon," I managed to say, my voice filled with genuine admiration.
A smile graced her lips, accentuating her beauty even further. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of confidence and humility. She stepped closer, her movements graceful and deliberate, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Well, thank you, it took quite an effort," Tyramon smiled, her smile brightening the room, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her radiance.
Her eyes, a captivating blend of confidence and humility, held me in their gaze. my heart raced in response.
"I'm sorry for coming late," she continued, her voice tinged with guilt, her expression displaying remorse.
I smiled reassuringly, wanting to ease any worries she might have. "No, it's no problem at all. I actually just arrived as well," I lied, my sheepish smile mirroring hers. "I wouldn't have wanted to keep such a breathtaking lady waiting for too long."
" Thank you," Tryamon responded, her voice filled with warmth.
Her smile seemed to illuminate the entire space, and I couldn't help but feel a genuine happiness in return. It was as if her joy was contagious, spreading through every fiber of my being.
As we walked through the gallery, immersed in the beauty and depth of each artwork we came across "so, why an art gallery?" Tryamon question made me halt.
"Like?" I asked, trying to understand her question.
"I mean why did you pick an art gallery for our first date?" My brain and heart did a little victory dance when Tyramon said 'our first date'.
I smirked at her question "our first date?" A faint blush appeared on Tryamon's cheeks.
The question hung in the air, and a mixture of excitement and anticipation danced within me. The realization that this encounter was indeed a first date filled my heart with a sense of joy. Tryamon's blush only added to the enchantment of the moment.
Tryamon moved closer to me, her voice reaching my ears in a gentle whisper, a delightful shiver ran down my spine.
"Isn't it, Mr. Aethelfrith?" she asked, her words carrying a hint of mischievousness and curiosity.
Our close proximity made my heart race rapidly within my chest.
"Indeed, it's our first date"
I admitted, my voice laced with a touch of bashfulness. The blush on my face was a clear reflection of the emotions that surged through me.
After we finished exploring the beauty and wonderful artwork at the art gallery, we decided to have dinner at the nearest restaurant.
The cozy ambiance of the restaurant welcomed us as we stepped inside. Soft lighting, soothing music, and the aroma of delicious food filled the air, creating an atmosphere of comfort and relaxation. We were escorted to a table for two, where we could enjoy our dinner.
As we settled comfortably into our seats, eagerly awaiting the menu, the attentive waiter approached our table, carrying a tray with the menu in hand. With a courteous smile, he placed the menu before us, knowing that I had taken the initiative to order.
I perused the menu, considering the various culinary offerings. The restaurant had a diverse selection, ranging from traditional favorites to innovative creations. The tantalizing descriptions and mouthwatering imagery made it a difficult decision to make.
Glancing over at Tryamon, I noticed her eyes scanning the menu with equal interest.
Finally, after careful consideration, I made my selection. "I'll have the chef's special, please make it a medium rare meat, thanks," I said, returning the menu to the waiter. The anticipation of tasting the culinary masterpiece created by the skilled chef was palpable.
"I'll have a salad, please, and more berries" Tyramon returned the menu to the waiter.
As Tryamon placed her order for a salad and requested more berries, I couldn't help but notice her choice of light and refreshing food. It struck me as intriguing, considering the long day we had experienced together.
Curiosity swirled within me as I recalled the first day I met Tryamon. From the very beginning, there was something different about her energy, something that didn't fit neatly into the categories of vampires, wolves, or humans. Even now, that enigmatic quality remains unchanged.
What is she?
What energy is this I feel from her?
Could it be the energy of a witch?
No, it couldn't, I don't even know the energy of a witch.
From which hereditary and lineage is she from?
Was it possible that Tryamon's dietary preferences were connected to her mysterious lineage?
As I contemplated these thoughts, the waiter arrived with our dinner.The waiter skillfully placed them on the table, allowing the enticing aromas to waft through the air. We were eating our meal in silence and savoring every taste.
"Aethelfrith"Tyramon called softly, I looked up from my meal and shifted my attention to her.
"Yes" I looked at her, she seemed worried for some reason.
"You seem distant" she looked at my face, as if searching for something.
"Me, how?" I questioned, confusion evident in my voice.
As Tryamon voiced her concern about my distant demeanor, her touch on my hands brought me back to the present moment.
"I mean, since we placed our order, you seem to be deep in thought" she placed her hands on mine. "Do you mind sharing?"
I gazed into her eyes, realizing that honesty was the only path forward. "No I don't, I was thinking about you," I said to her.
"Me, did I do something wrong?" She asked curiously.
"No, Tyramon, you haven't done anything wrong," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity.
"It's just that ever since the first day we met, there has been a lingering curiosity within me. Your energy, it's unlike anything I've encountered before."
Her brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue dancing in her eyes. She leaned in closer, as if drawn by the weight of my words.
I whispered "What are you?".
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