The Mercenary's Prize ( Balmung x DigitalSiren)

[Bunny]

Night slowly descended on the kingdom of Nerin, the gentle fingers of darkness descending on the sleepy sun. Oranges, pinks and pale purple gobbled up by blues and deeper purples and lastly the inky wash of night as the sun vanished below the horizon. Lyra watched as her sisters began to show themselves, slowly flickering to life. Time passed differently for Lyra, she had been held captive in Nerin since the first king had graced it's throne. King Marcus had followed a star as it streaked through the night sky it was said, finding a maiden of eighteen rather than the jewels he had expected from the gods in the smoking crater. Lyra did not know how she came to be, or fall but she had looked over the constellations since time immemorial. It was thought that she was a nymph, for a Goddess surely would allow no mortal to claim her.

A soft knock pulled Lyra from her own thoughts, turning as a voice sounded on the other side of the door. "The King awaits your presence." Eyes lingered on the sky a moment longer before heading to dress. In the time she had been on earth Lyra had changed.. When Marcus had found her she had glowed with a soft moon pale light, in the years of her captivity it had dimmed. That was not to say she looked mortal by any stretch, her skin was still luminous if not greatly dimmed. Glancing at herself in the silver mirror that hung her chambers.

Soft blue eyes stared back at her, veiled by startling dark lashes. They traced her face slowly taking it in. Her eyes were angled slightly upward, giving some to think her otherworldly. A gentle sloping nose lead to the graceful arches of her silver brows. Blue orbs flicked to the strong cheekbones before resting on her full lips. Everything in the mirror had a soft shine to it as she stood before it. In the soft flickering light of the hearth, her silver locks reflected colors that couldn't be found in the room. Purple, pale pinks, blues as well as the fire light. Her hair seemed almost alive in it's heavy fall, falling to her mid back. Sighing softly she turned away from the polished surface, fingers plucking a gown strewn across the plush surface of her bed.

The dress had been a gift from Marcus, if one could truly call the netted fabric of silver and diamonds a dress. The dress would not hide her body, but that had been the point. Though the shimmering 'fabric' the slender lines of her form could be seen from the generous swell of her breasts, rosy pale nipples only slightly obscured. The intake of her waist and the flare of her hips that lead to her pert rear. Nothing was hidden in truth as she moved, the mesh sliding along her skin. Finding the shoes that had been made for the outfit she slipped them on. The heels would add several inches to her height allowing the dress to just brush the stones as she walked. Silver and diamonds wrapped around her ankles and up her calves, holding the heels in place. A tiny thing, she now stood at five three.

King Arlo had informed her graciously that she would be a reward for a heroic deed, a satchel of her things had already been packed by the servants. Taking a slow deep breath she lifted a small hand and opened the door of her chamber. She could not remember anything beyond the walls of the castle. Her stomach danced as she slowly descended to the throne room. Excited and afraid in equal measures she took a moment to calm herself before nodding for the doors of the throne room to be opened. As they opened the music that had been heard dimly before washed over her.

Head held high she crossed between the court on either side, her heels sounding softly on the stone before sinking into a curtsy before the king and her new Master. "My King" Her voice was soft and husky, her eyes flickered to the man who stood off to the side of the throne.

 

[Revelations]

Michael slept peacefully, safe and sound with someone else watching his back. He’d worked with others before but truth be told he rarely trusted people off the bat, but something about the Nymph felt different. She was genuine and kind, inquisitive without being anything suspicious or untowards. Where he may normally have some qualms about another watching his back there were no issues this time. Sleeping soundly through the remainder of the night, it wasn’t until he heard Lyra’s sweet voice welcoming him that the man started to wake.

“Mmm… Morning!” His eyes steadily fluttered open, a little hazy at first but gradually becoming more lucid as he breathed out a bit softly. Feeling a little tired still he soon stretched and began to sit up, smiling. “No troubles over the night, right? That’s good.” One he was able to do so he stood up and once he was alert enough, it wasn’t long till he started to break down the camp. Tent first, then anything they had used, finally dousing the still smoldering fire to ensure that it was no longer at risk of catching flame once more. He was use to doing this by himself, so he didn’t ask for help – but it was just a small matter of making sure everything was in their right place. “Alright. We can have some bread and fruit on the road but we should get moving before long. I’m sure we could both use the warmth and comfort of a town once again.” Plus, he was eager to show her that not everything would be as unwelcoming as the wilds could be.

As soon as they were both on their horses, they were soon off once again. This time the man kept a little quiet, but it was not out of antisocial desire, but rather an uncertainty of what to talk about. There was a fair amount going through his mind, and he was sure it was the same if not moreso for Lyra. Minutes on the road wheeled into hours, and they made good progress through the day. Eventually the woods started to thin out, with Michael breathing out a small sigh of relief. “Excellent, the town isn’t that far away, we’re making good time.” And indeed, not far from the woods one could see farmland and the growth of civilization, pastoral scenes and rolling fields set around the woods. “These are the outlying farmlands, this is what helps feed the country. I grew up on one of these actually… Fighting horrible monsters beats the hell out of backbreaking labor.” There was humor to his words, as he didn’t quite hate the life, but it wasn’t the most exciting.

 

[Bunny]

Shaking her head she smiled softly. “None at all” Michael did most of the breakdown of camp and Lyra helped where she could but mostly tried to stay out of his way. He didn’t make her feel unwelcome, but he seemed to have the method of breaking things down and putting them away down to a fine art. While he tended to that, Lyra instead found an apple in their supplies and cut it in half carefully. Holding the treat on her palm, she offered it to his horse first and then to Armand. When he nickered happily at her she smiled, petting his mane.

Looking to Michael she nodded and smiled. “Sounds good.” Her body had just begun to not hurt and Lyra was not looking forward to another day in the saddle but said nothing as she mounted Armand. It had been a little tricky, but she’d been able to on her own, but only after watching Michael as he mounted his horse.

Lyra hadn’t minded sleeping under the stars, nestled close to the fire safe for the ground upon which she lay. She’d been spoiled for lifetimes with soft plush beds, the rocky ground no matter how soft it might have looked at the time. The silence was not awkward, but a companionable silence that stretched between them with ease. They’d had their breakfast as they rode and the sun was high in the sky before they spoke again. Her eyes shifted to the plentiful farmland, a smile resting on her lips. “Will we be able to stay in an inn, or at least near a stream?” There was a hopeful note in her voice and she blushed prettily as she looked down shyly. “I’d like a bath, if possible”

It’d been only a day, but like the soft mattresses she’d become accustomed to, she’d also bathed daily. It was that more than the plush beds. As he opened up about himself, Lyra felt her eyes drifting back to him, a warm smile stretching across her lips and when she questioned him there was a sweet eagerness to her words. “Really? What did you grow?” His comment caused her to giggle, a hand rising to cover her mouth as she did, the sound of her laughter bright. “Is that so?”

She’d never known a life of danger or hardship, Lyra couldn’t help but wonder how that would show as their travels continued. She was sure she could keep any whining down to a minimum, but she’d never known any time without food, or the unrelenting cold of winter… What else was she even unaware of that could be an issue? Doubtless the list was vast, if not all quite so serious.

 

[Revelations]

Michael was quick to offer assistance if Lyra needed it in mounting Armand, but she did so quite well for the first time by herself. Silently nodding in approval, he soon mounted the other horse and took the reigns, ready to venture forth once more. “I’m sure the town has an inn to rest at, and if it does I’ll bet they have a bath available. If not, we’ll look for a stream as soon as we can.” His words were assuring as ever, and he was sure there wouldn’t be a stream far from where they were headed. As time passed and they strode on the road between fields, he heard her quiet laugh and gave a smile. “Rye, primarily. We helped to supply the surrounding villages with it, it can definitely be a bit of a challenge to grow at times though.” As Michael spoke, it came with a slightly wistful tone. There were times he missed his family, and recalling fond memories of those times was a sure fire way to make one more nostalgic.

Still, they were on the road, and there was little time to reminisce. As the day grew a bit longer, and the sun continued to rise higher before its inexorable descent they were greeted by the sight of walls in the distance, alongside a few lazy smokestacks from buildings beyond the walls. “Ah, there we are.” he said as he relaxed in his seat just a bit. “Just a bit more riding and we’ll be there.”

And soon enough, they were greeted by a gate with a few guards standing watch, their armor looking a little battered and worn but still good enough for guard duty. They eyed the two warily – mostly looking at Michael and his gear given he wore a blade on his hip. A few lingering glances were eventually given to Lyra, though for the most part the guards focused more on what looked to be a potential threat.

“’Lo, travelers.” One of the older guards approached, a spear held in his right hand as he leaned against the haft. “What brings you two to our fair town?”

“Just looking for a place to rest, and possible work if there’s any for a mercenary.” Michael spoke, his tone friendly, though a little guarded as he kept close to Lyra to ensure she’d feel safe.

 

[Bunny]

The promise of a bath or at least a stream earned Micheal a brilliant smile. It was sweet of him to accommodate her. "Thank you, I know at some point I might be a pain, but I do appreciate it" Lyra didn't feel like she had been a pain yet, but they had also only traveled a day. There might be other times, longer on the road that her grace along a dusty path would falter and she would cause him issues. She could only hope to do her best and prevent them before they started.

The wistfulness drew another smile as he spoke of what he and his family had grown. She wondered what had made him become a mercenary. She knew so little of others, but the life he led seemed a dangerous one, while the life of a farmer was far less so. From books, she could understand the plights both held, the pitfalls they could fall into, but it was hard to take such into a realistic picture. It was something she hoped in time to learn. In books, things were distant, far off and held less realism. She didn't wish to see suffering, or feel the emptiness of her belly if they ran out of food, but Lyra knew both would help her grow, for better or worse. Living was something she'd never been truly allowed to do.

Lyra's hood was drawn up once more as he said they were close. She had been uneasy with the stares of the men and women before and while she knew she was not going to hide under her hood forever, she didn't want to be gawked at quite yet either. Lyra noticed how Micheal moved closer and she offered a shy smile to the guards. She didn't speak leaving this to him. perhaps she could offer work as a healer, if needed, but she'd rather ask him once they were alone.

After a few moments of scrutiny, they were given access with a stern warning to not cause trouble and directions to the inn. It was towards the center of town, on a graceful sloping incline. Riding beside him she kept her voice soft. "They are wary... Why?" Lyra did recall his warnings of what towns might face, but surely they didn't match that description. "We are not unsavory in appearance" Lyra was an innocent, unable to fathom why they had been so careful with them. Micheal's appearance, sword and the like brushed off simply because she knew him. She didn't see him how the guards might have, a large figure, imposing with his sword; even her own cloaked appearance didn't make her think of anything odd.

Shaking her head some she lowered her hood, giving a sweet sound of pleasure as she wind blew through the town, it's cold fingers welcome against her skin. "Do you think you will find work here?" Her horse had followed his towards the inn, and as they came to a stop she bit her lower lip. "Micheal?" Her voice sounded shy and she blushed. "There are no trees here for me to hold on to while you pretend you don't see" Lyra was embarrassed to show that weakness and pain, her eyes met his, beseeching him for help silently.

 

[Revelations]

There was certainly something to be said for her smile – he had seen many smiles, some from gratitude, many from his family, and a few from well… Other reasons. But Lyra’s was easily the most charming he had ever seen. It was simply something he’d never truly seen before, and just the look gave him a warm feeling in his chest. Maybe there was nothing more to it, but he was grateful for her presence now more than ever. The trip towards the town seemed uneventful otherwise, but it was the more grim meeting with the guards that set him slightly on edge.

A town like this usually wouldn’t be so wary of strangers, though armed ones could certainly merit that sort of response from those who helped keep the town safe. “I’m not sure why they were so testy. Maybe we can learn more about it if we ask some of the folks in the inn… Or we can try asking elsewhere.” His voice was quiet, almost conspiratorial in tone. Best to keep quiet so as to now draw further attention. Maybe there was some sort of trouble in or around the town, it seemed a little unlikely but it would keep people on edge, right? Whatever the reason, he knew it was best not to speculate openly, lest they come across as even more unusual.

Giving her question on work a momentary thought, he gave a nod and any unease on his face was replaced with a small but confident smile. “I’m sure we’ll find something interesting. Even if it’s just patrolling the woods or fields so the guards don’t have to.” There were any number of potential jobs running through his mind, but inquiries could all wait till tomorrow. Once they were at the tables, Micheal soon dismounted his horse, letting one of the stableboys secure the steed properly as the mercenary stretched and relaxed for just a second.

The pleading look in her eyes made it hard not to slightly tease her, but he was a sympathetic man who had no desire to hurt her feelings. “C’mon, I can help you out. This is usually the hardest part about learning how to ride. How to get off is uh, not fun.” He remembered the first few times he fell off a horse, most of the time quite literally. Once she was ready, it was only a moment later that his arm was around her waist, gently easing her off of Armand’s saddle.

 

[Bunny]

Cheeks colored a soft pink as Micheal looked over at her. What she saw in his eyes as he considered her plea was unknown, but if Lyra hadn't known better she would have said it was mischief; when he offered to help though, her face softened. "Thank you" Gently helped from her saddle, Lyra's arms slipped around his neck, bearing some of her own weight, but as he set her to her feet it left her snuggled against him face turned up. That blush that had been in her cheeks came back, but darker this time. "One more moment?" She was unsure if her legs wouldn't try and buckle should he release her, her arms tightening every so slightly.

Close as they were she smiled, clearly embarrassed, but what came from her mouth surprised even her "Your eyes are beautiful" She wasn't saying it for any other reason than the golden hue of his eyes were indeed breathtaking, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She'd seen his eyes for a few days not, but never quite this close. Her lips parted and she shook her head some, pulling away gently. "Sorry. I shouldn't have just blurted that out" The word held more of that embarrassment. Lyra liked to think herself if not worldly, courtly. Having lived for so long in her cage, she had learned to play the games she so hated; it had been essential to living within the glittering court.

Micheal however had rescued her from those trappings and she seemed to have lost the skill she'd never wished to have. Looking away she moved to Armand's nose, petting his muzzle. Armand, delighted with the affection, gave her an affectionate nibble before a stable boy took his reins. Turning to Micheal she smiled, though for now, she avoided his eyes; those beautiful eyes. "We should get a room first?" She was unsure of what he'd want to do, but anything to break them from the awkwardness she'd made. Gesturing towards the inn they stood before.

She headed towards the door, slowly. Lyra was still a bit uneasy on her legs, but a bath would help.. As would a day not in the saddle. Micheal seemed to think he'd be able to find work here, which she hoped for. She wondered if he could help patrolling, or perhaps she could offer to heal those within the town. Making a note of it, Lyra would ask him if he thought it would be a good idea. Some places, from what she'd read once took kindly to magic, others did not and Lyra had no desire to end up being set aflame for witchcraft.

 

[Revelations]

“You are welcome.” The man spoke, his tone more gentle as he offered her what assistance he could. One hand moved to support her as it wrapped around her waist, but as her arms were slung across his neck he made sure to feel as sturdy as one could in such a situation. Before he could walk away when she was on her feet, she again needed his assistance, but he was more than happy to help as he leaned back into her a bit, making sure she had a steady rock for support. “Ah.” It was her words about his eyes however that caught him off guard, his gaze averted for a moment. “Thank you.” Pondering on whether to say what he felt came natural next, he shook his head. “It’s nice to hear a compliment about my eyes.” The redness to his cheeks remained flush for a few moments before he cleared his throat slightly, and he gave a more sincere smile .”It’s alright, I imagine golden eyes aren’t a common trait out here.” And they were not, even back in his homeland they were a rare trait… and a most unfortunate one. But that didn’t matter here, at least for the most part. To the average person, it was just an odd quirk he possessed.

“Let’s get a room first, I know I could use the comfort of a warm bed and the chance to wash up as well.” The weather was cool enough that they weren’t getting too worked up, but even then travel on the road wasn’t the cleanliest of affairs. Noting that Lyra seemed a bit uneasy on her legs, Michael moved more slowly to make sure she could rely on him again if necessary, but eventually they made their way to the door of the inn, and he soon opened it for the two. The interior of the inn was well lit and slightly warm with a small fire within the fireplace, and the crackling flames added to the lamps within the room. A number of people were gathered inside, drinking together and more than a few rolling faded dice or playing with worn playing cards, talking among themselves. An arrival of two strangers drew some attention, but Michael moved forward with confidence, and most of the men returned to their games or drink. Eventually the two made it to the bar, with Michael taking a seat on one of the stools as he talked to the barkeep, exchanging some brief pleasantries before paying a few silver coins for a key. “Alright, I paid for a few days and to use the bath house here as well, so we have full access basically. Our room is upstairs, 2nd​ to the right.” He spoke to Lyra. “Shall we?”

As they became more comfortable in the tavern, a few of the men again looked towards the two, some eyes lingering on the mercenary and the nymph, but saying little towards them… yet it seemed the two were a new curiosity for the patrons.

 

[Bunny]

There was no way for her to have known of the stigma of his eyes and even had she, Lyra wouldn't understand. Micheal had eyes so rich they almost seemed golden in the light and in others they almost seemed green. Leaning into him, her own cheeks flushed, she wondered why it was nice to hear such a thing and why they wouldn't be common. A small frown tugged at her lips and she nodded.

She wanted to ask why, to pry further but she was unwilling to make him uncomfortable. "Okay" her voice was softer as she followed him, still leaning on him slightly. As she slowly go her legs back underneath her, she began to pull away. Falling fat on her face or ass wasn't high in her list of things to do. Staying near Micheal as he approached the bar. Lyra chose not sit, unsure if she'd be able to stand. It was embarrassing, but in time her body would become used to riding a horse and Micheal hadn't made her feel bad about this shortcoming.

Hood still drawn, Lyra pushed the hood from her hair and nodded. Her voice soft as she answered him. "Alright. That will be really nice for the time we are here" Her hair shimmered in the firelight, reflecting back the warmth. Smiling softly, she nodded to the bar. "You're welcome to stay if you want?" She knew the king and others she had known had enjoyed their drink as well as games. "I can bathe and join you in a while?" Her head tilted and she wrinkled her nose playfully. "Or you can bathe first?" It was a playful little jab. "Not that I am sure I smell better"

Lyra headed toward the stairs, looking over her shoulder at him. Either option was fine with her. Perhaps after a bath each they could look for work or enjoy a meal. She'd follow his lead, happy to just assist to what her limited talents allowed her to do so.

 

[Revelations]

As Michael led the way, he did so carefully, almost as if every step was a trial. Normally he was more blasé about things, but with a companion in tow and one that might be readily recognized as exotic or unusual, he wanted to make sure that she felt safe of course. At the same time, he didn’t want her to feel coddled or trapped in a gilded cage again, the burden was not an easy one to ignore, and once they entered the tavern and he saw that most were generally preoccupied with whatever they already had going on, he felt much more comfortable as Michael helped to support Lyra. Still, when he caught her hair virtually glimmering in the light, it reminded him of amethyst or some other precious stone cast aglow with rays of light – a breathtaking sight that the few who saw would always carry with them.

“Ah?” Distracted for a moment, her levity was almost missed until Michael shook his head, regaining his composure. “You go ahead first, I’m sure the hot water’ll do you good when it comes to the aches of riding.” He wouldn’t mind going first himself but she could undoubtedly use it more. “I’ll stay down here to make sure our meal comes out hot and ready and we can have some privacy upstairs when we’re ready for it.” The baths were a private affair, so he had little worry about her being peeked upon or something like that. The thought of looking for work immediately crossed his mind, but for now they could enjoy the delights of civilization before they had to make sure they earned their bread. While the king had given him her as a gift, he still had quite a bit of coin from a down payment he had been given for the deed, so he wasn’t worried about having to be too frugal just yet.

The bath waiting for her was not the same sort that was in the castle, but the steamy water and pleasant scent of roses from it were still enough to give some comfort to even the most weary of travelers, it was clear that they took creature comforts quite seriously within the inn, if nothing else.

 

[Bunny]

Lyra had no way of knowing the care that Michel was putting out on her behalf. Had she, it would have been touching. She had not had someone care for her in such a way in a very long time. Her question asked she waited with a soft smile, unaware of the distraction she was posing. That smile grew and she nodded. "If you're sure?" When he backed it up with waiting for their food she nodded. "I will try to not dally" She paused for a moment and then laughed the sound bright. "I think I might have lied, I tend to enjoy baths." An embarrassed flush crept into her cheeks. "If I take too long you will come prod me along?" He was used to living a palace, able to soak as long as she desired. Here, in a world far from the gilded halls, she would need to adjust.

Touching his arm she smiled again before slipping away to the baths. What she found, no matter how it differed, was a welcome sight and she sighed with delight as she slipped into the warm water. Trying to not laze about she allowed herself to soak only until the aches faded some. Lyra took care washing herself and by the time she was done, her pale skin was rosy pink and smelled of the same flower.

She'd brought her pack with her and she pulled out another outfit. Most of her clothing wasn't really suited for a life like he led, more pretty than truly functional. She had tried to pick the best items in her wardrobe though. A brown shirt that clung to her chest and torso, with gauzy sleeves. It was open along the front showing a wealth of pale skin between the darker chocolate silk that made the v, a little collar of deep chocolate was secured around the slender column of her neck. A golden medallion dangling from it. A darker brown corset edged with the same deep chocolate. A pair of creamy tan pants and rich thigh high boots completed the outfit. Pulling on a pair of gloves she left her prismatic hair loose, and it tumbled freely around her slender body to the swell of her hips.

It would take her a few moments to find him. Sitting beside him she playfully nudged his knee with her own. Refreshed, she felt so much better. "Buy a girl a drink?" Her smile gentle as she watched him from the corner of her eye.

 

[Revelations]

“If you take too long I’m sure the innkeeper won’t be happy, but I’ll try to keep track of time. If you take too long I’ll give a knock like this.” closing his hand into a fist, he tapped against a nearby table three times in a rapid manner, waited a moment, and tapped one last after a brief pause. “If you hear that you’ll know it’s me, even past here, if you hear that sort of tapping against a door or anything..” Feeling her touch against his arm, he soon moved to sit at a nearby table, taking the time to relax as she took the time to bathe. He wasn’t feeling the best himself if he was honest, travel always took a light toll but he was able to shrug off the minor aches of it all, instead leaning back into a chair and relaxing for a while. It took a server a few moments to come his way, and as he asked for some ale there was a nod given to him and the woman silently continued on her way. A few moments later, he had a pint, and had taken the time to drink some of it. He was never the biggest drinker, but with the somewhat cool reception from the guard earlier as well as being in a new place, it was a good idea to take some of the edge off.

He wasn’t going to get drunk though – especially not in a town he didn’t know. But as he waited for her to finish washing up, he had to wonder. Would they reach a point to where they’d be able to bare her more different nature to others? Would he have to keep her hidden? If he did, would that make him any better than the king who had kept her? Probably not, or at least that’s how it played in his mind. It wasn’t much longer before his thoughts were going from one possibility to the next, closing his eyes as he tried to focus. She was different, and there would be some challenges ahead… Hopefully, they’d be able to take them one step at a time.

He was so lost in thought that as he felt a soft nudge against his knee, he almost jumped in surprise as his eyes fluttered open and he realized who it was. “Ah, there you are. And you look amazing.” He offered a smile once again, taking the time to focus. “A drink, hrm? What’s your poison?” he asked, shaking his head. “Something tells me you’re not an ale lady, but I can’t guess as to what you’d like either just yet.”

 

[Bunny]

A relieved smile had come across her features when he said he'd keep an eye on the time she spent. Her life in the palace and likely forced Lyra to form bad habits. Such as lingering too long in a bath, being picky with her food. While perhaps not the worst traits, they were unlikely to be appreciated or tolerated by those who had not lived as she once had. As she soaked in her bath, she wondered about her companion. He was kind to her and had not once shown irritation or annoyance. They'd been together for so short a time, but she found that the fact that he had been so kind endearing traits. Lyra had already made up her mind not to be a hindrance but it only encouraged that resolve further.

She'd found him with his eyes closed. A smile playing on her lips as she slipped into the seat beside him and playfully let him know of her presence. The compliment brought color to her pale cheeks and she smiled. "Thank you" A almost feline tilt of her head was given and her lips stretched. "Honestly, I have never had ale" Much of her life had been restricted. She'd been allowed honeyed mead and wine, but ale had not been for her.

She nodded to his cup and gently pulled it to her, taking a sip. It was warm, which was not unappealing with an almost smoky sweat taste on her tongue and there was something else.. herbs she couldn't place. The playful smile over the rim of his flagon also danced in her unusual eyes as she passed it back. "I did like that" She nodded to the drink, a silky strand of hair falling past her shoulder and into her face. "If you wanted to bathe too before we ate?" Her hand brushed his and she could feel the weariness that lingered in his limbs. It wasn't something she could help with, for it was no real injury... but a hot bath would certainly help.

Lyra could feel eyes on her, men and women both taking in not only the unusual countenance of the nymph and her crystalline hair that played rainbows along the room from the warmth of the fire or the make of her clothing. It was fine and far from what would normally be seen on peasants, noblemen or otherwise. Shifting some in her place, Lyra squirmed a bit under their lingering eyes. She couldn't help her looks and she had no desire to hide forever under a thick cloak. Chill as the air outside had become, the inn was warm and inviting. Her mind slipped back to the fears she'd had upon entering and she shivered slightly.

 

[Revelations]

It was a good idea to make sure everything was safe in a new place. The people here weren’t particularly friendly but for now they didn’t seem overly hostile, more just a simple grudging acceptance. It was only when she began to sit down and alerted him of her presence once more that he soon opened his eyes, offering a small smile. “Never had it? Well, there’s a first time for everything.” The ale wasn’t the best he’d had but it was far from being bad, with a full bodied sapidity that left a slightly fruity aftertaste. And it didn’t seem to be heavily alcoholic, so he wasn’t anticipating her getting drunk just yet. Her question however made him pause, setting his drink aside. He really could use the bath, but at the same time his sense of wariness flared up. “I’ll wait till a bit before we’re ready for sleep.” Maybe it was just him, but the thought of leaving her alone out here with people he didn’t know left him feeling uneasy. He promised to protect her after all, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to forgive himself if something untoward were to happen to her. “But I won’t take long when I do.”

Like Lyra, Michael felt eyes on him, them. Looking to seemingly neutral faces caused said gazes to avert for a scant moment, only to once again peer back at the two once he had focused on something else. It didn’t make him feel at ease, and he knew why there were stares. Lyra was not something one saw every day, in fact most people had only heard stories and tales of Nymphs, never seeing one in the flesh. Like her, Michael had no desire to keep her bundled up and hidden from others, she deserved as much freedom as he but that path would make things difficult. For now he offered a pleasant smile to some of the eyes on them, but behind the polite curve of his lips, there was a more stoic focus in case anyone came too close.

Eventually, a serving girl came with a tray that carried two bowls of stew, the broth thick and the meat dense as its scent began to linger in the air. "hank you.” He then replied to the serving girl, taking the tray in both hands. “Let’s head upstairs now.” His tone to Lyra was casual, nothing had really gone wrong yet and he felt it best to play off any of that heaviness in the air around him. Surely it was just his mind playing tricks on him, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been wrong about a town after all. Soon enough he was making his way to the stairs, slowing down just a little so Lyra could follow him. “I was told our inn room should have a nice view of the town come the morning sun, so that might be something to look forward to.” he spoke as he then proceeded down the hall of second floor. “Ah, you’ll have to unlock the door, the tray's a tad heavy.” he spoke, trying to hold the tray briefly in one hand as the other fumbled to hand her over the key as quickly as he could, soon holding the tray once again.

 

[Bunny]

Michael had watched as she'd stolen his drink and taken a sip. She liked it and said as much, a smile on her lips. Her lips parted as he said he'd wait. Lyra was many things, but she wasn't stupid. Not that he thought her such, but she was able to deduce why he wished to wait. It had to do with the eyes on them. A smile curled on her lips and she nodded. "Of course" Without a drink of her own occasionally she would steal his and take a small sip. He hadn't seemed to mind and it prevented her from having to draw further attention to herself by flagging the serving girl. Much like Michael, Lyra tried to meet the eyes on her with a smile, but none would hold her gaze. Shifting gently in her seat she was more than happy to oblige Michael when he suggested they go upstairs.

She offered her thanks to the girl as well and rose from her seat. Just behind him, Lyra tipped her head to the side, eyes moving upwards. "That sounds lovely" Following him up, she felt the eyes on her back until they were no longer in view. It was a relief when that came and when he asked her to get the door, Lyra took the key and brushed past him. The key was old and worn smooth from years of use, however, it fit snugly into the lock, which made a pleasant click as the tumblers slid open. Holding the door open for Michael, Lyra closed it behind them, locking it. Alone inside their room she shivered once. She was used to being stared at, life at court had been nothing but eyes, but this was different. The eyes were curious, some at least, others had felt almost hostile to a point. Leaning against the door for a moment, Lyra exhaled before moving to the table. She carefully pulled the bowls of the thick stew off and placed them on the table. Her eyes moved to the door. "I left your ale downstairs.. Should I fetch it?" She would of course, even if the idea made her skin prickle.

While she waited for his answer she moved to the small side table, cups and a pitcher of fresh water resting on its surface. Pouring herself a glass, she poured him another and set them on the table. Looking to the food, Lyra smiled softly. "I always wanted to learn to cook'' The admission was soft, her fingers brushing the bowl. "Stew like this and things like the thick, grain studded bread and the delicate lemon tarts, with the pastry so buttery it melts in the mouth." her cheeks colored gently and her eyes rose to meet his. "Maybe someday'' Shifting in place, she looked to the table again, lashes lowered. "Thank you." It took a moment before her eyes met his again. "For saving me from the castle, being patient with me... Forestalling your bath until later, to be sure I stayed safe" She was not foolish, but he deserved her thanks; deserved to know she was thankful for all he gave her, no matter how small it might seem to him or others.

 

[Revelations]

The strangers looked only briefly to Lyra, seeking to feign innocence or some unawareness of spying on the two as they rose to their room. Michael held the tray neatly, and when he heard the key to the door slide in and click there was a sigh of relief that escaped the man’s lips as he moved to set the tray down on the table. The interior of the room was not the most fanciful or lavish, but it was clear it was a tended to and nicely decorated room where one could stay for some time and not feel as if they were a complete stranger. A window overlooked the down on the opposite side of the room, and a bed fit for to was against one of the walls. With a dresser, table, and a few other amenities, it would do well as a merchant class room, fit for the more conspicuous traveler.

“Hrm? Oh, my ale…” He thought for a moment, wondering if it was best to go back for it… And doubting that it was the right idea to do so. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll go down for it in a minute or so.” he spoke, looking to unburden himself of his other gear and equipment that he had brought in to the inn. The sword on his side was laid against the wall, and the small satchel he carried with him most places was soon resting next to it. “Cooking, huh? Well, I’m not that great of a chef myself.” He was glad for the change in topic, turning to meet her as he elected to sit at the table instead. “But maybe I can teach you what I know. I learned to not burn water and how to cook a good rabbit, but the finer points… Well, the less said about those the better.” He tried his hand at cooking before, the results weren’t the best and he wasn’t about to lie about that.

And when she thanked him for keeping her safe in addition to a slew of other things, he felt his cheeks burn for a moment, quickly trying to steady his nerves. “Oh, you’re welcome. I mean… I guess it’s not often someone is given a nymph to handle.” There was a light chuckle, but he seemed serious. “I know the world can be a strange or scary place even if you’re familiar with it. Maybe that is why the king chose me, he knows I can handle myself.” Thus, he could handle showing her the world, without the fear of someone abusing her or seeking to take advantage of Lyra.

“So don’t worry about being a pain, or a bother or anything like that. It’s nonsense. You’re here with me, and I’ll see to it that you can enjoy the world with me.” He wondered if that came across as more romantic than he meant it to be, but there was no taking back the words and saying it a bit more plainly. “’Sides, someone has to mind me, you know. You saw how I looked when I walked back into the castle. If he had gotten his jaws into me that would have been the end of me. So hopefully you don’t mind patching me up now and then.”

 

[Bunny]

Nodding, Lyra tucked her hair behind her ear, "Okay, if you're sure?" She wouldn't press it, the atmosphere downstairs had been uncomfortable. As they had slowly laid down their belongings, Lyra had made passing mention of learning to cook and smiled shyly, "Yeah, I used to love watching the cooks," The admission brought blush to her cheeks and when Michael offered to teach Lyra what he knew, she beamed at the idea. "I would really like that," He had already taught her a lot, beyond that, he had rescued her.

She tried to not think of how she'd been offered like a pawn to Michael, focusing on the fact that she was at least free. She might not have known him well, but had Lyra wished to part ways, she felt he wouldn't stop her. Not that Lyra had any such desire. Nodding she came to sit at the table with him, "While I have no doubt you can, I do not think that came into his mind," He wouldn't care for her safety, Lyra knew, pawning her off had been a sign of that. However, she couldn't have asked for someone kinder to have been gifted to.

His words made her stomach flutter, but she passed it off, he hadn't meant it like that. Her smile was sweet and she offered a shake of her head, "Of course not, it is the first of many things I can bring to our partnership" Lyra did find herself liking Michael. He was handsome, kind and brave. She failed to see how one wouldn't like him. Gently she nudged his bowl towards him, before moving her own closer. Inhaling the rich aroma, she sighed, happily. "It smells so good!" She took a bite and found that the aroma had not let it down. The meat melted in her mouth and the veggies had absorbed the rich stock. Taking a slice of bread, she dipped it into the thick stew, blowing on it before taking a bite.

As they ate, she relaxed further. She felt like with Michael, she wasn't on display. He might enjoy her company, but nothing was expected from her, of her. "Are we going out to look this eve for work, or did you plan to wait for the morning?" She knew he'd still likely want his own bath, she would have been happy to accompany him either way. Already the looks from the villagers in the inn had faded from her mind. She wasn't naïve enough to think that people were all kind, like Michael, but what she did discount was the fear that could take hold in another's heart. In her eyes, she was harmless, in theirs? She couldn't picture herself being anything but either. It was a flaw to be sure.

 

[Revelations]

“I’m glad you like the idea. I’m not sure how good a teacher I’ll be at cooking… But I can’t be that bad.” Campfire meals weren’t the same as one from a hearth, but they carried a harm all the same. As they talked however Lyra referred to them as partners, which brought a smile to the man’s face. “Partners. I like the sound of that.” It was an offhand and softer comment but a more earnest one all the same. With their food there however his thoughts turned to the light pang in his stomach and the chance to eat a properly made meal. Taking a spoonful and thoughtfully enjoying the taste it wasn’t long until it became a second spoon, and a third. Any topic of conversation was almost lost on him until he heard the word ‘work’ which caused him to swallow a bit abruptly as he was once again lost in thought. “Ah, I’m tired and I bet you are too. I think a bed’ll do us good and maybe people will be friendly in the morning.” Michael added, feeling it was best not to put it off but to take in their trip and how long it had been on horseback. “If you don’t mind that is.” That, and he didn’t really fancy the thought of heading back downstairs to deal with the folks below. Something about them set off some sort of alarm in his head, but perhaps that was just him worrying over Lyra.

The meal was delicious and filling, and the water in the jug fresh and cool. “We ought to get some rest before too long, I don’t know about you but some of that traveling fatigue is getting to me.” While he was use to the act of traveling, that did not mean he was immune to its effects, merely more tolerant of them and even that had its limits. “Though… There is a slight problem, there’s only one bed. Why don’t you have it and I can rest on the floor?” That only felt right, and it wouldn’t be the most uncomfortable place he’d slept in. Some part of him admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure how well Lyra may trust him to behave, though he had no desire to betray her trust in any capacity. Outside, one could see the lights of houses flickering out steadily, some turning in earlier than others as the starry sky cast a pale light over the town, it seemed even if they wished to have hunted for work that evening, it wouldn’t have been in the cards.

 

[Bunny]

They ate in silence, both enjoying their meal until she brought up work. Lyra had been thinking of the way he'd reacted when she'd called them partners. Her mind had still been on the words from before and how they had made her feel. She knew she was seeing things not there, but Michael was the first companion she had of her own choosing. Sure, she'd been gifted to him, but he had made it clear he didn't own her. So it made it feel like it was her choice to stay.

Trying to distract herself she asked him about work and she nodded. Sleeping at night wasn't always easy for her, but she missed sleeping in a bed. It had only been a few days, but the mattress looked plush and inviting. Then there were the people below, she had the same reservations as he. They hadn't been hostile, but they had made Lyra feel uncomfortable. "Mmn, no. I think sleep sounds like a good idea." Finishing her meal, she gave a happy sigh, taking a sip of her water. Looking towards the bed, Lyra shook her head, her silken hair sliding over her shoulders like water. "No, the bed looks inviting."

Tipping her head, she smiled at him, blush in her cheeks. "I don't mind sleeping under the stars, but I will admit, I already missed my bed." Chuckling softly, the sound died down as he offered to sleep on the floor. "That seems a bit silly." Those pretty eyes took him in, and while her blush lingered she wasn't shy about her next words, though they were soft. "It wouldn't be the first time we shared a bed, Michael." Lyra reminded him softly. Rising she made her way to her pack, she hadn't planned on sleeping yet, which is why she had changed into new clothes. She could wear them again in the morning.

Pulling out a pale grey top and bottoms, the silk catching the firelight she moved behind him to change, no divider in the room. It took her a few minutes and she came back into view, folding her clothing carefully. The grey was a few shades darker than her pale skin. Laying her clothing on her empty chair she moved to the window, peering out at the village. On the top floor, they had a great view of it and she smiled, her face reflected in the darkening glass. Turning back to him, Lyra linked her arms behind her back. "Though if you really want to sleep on the floor, I insist you take the blankets."

The bed was smaller than the one they had shared before, but more than enough for them to share. She wouldn't push it, but she didn't think Michael would do anything untoward. She trusted him. "So?" If he picked the bed, she would climb in and he could join her when ready. If he picked the floor she would strip all of the blankets off for him to lay on, leaving only the sheet. The room was warm enough that she wouldn't need the blankets anyway.

 

[Revelations]

‘Work’ for a mercenary was often a pretty common problem. While he was a bit of a cut above the average knight, there was always some issue when it came to working for strangers. Would they pay enough? Would they trust you to get the job done? Those and a dozen other questions often ran through Michael’s head when meeting new employers, and he was sure they had similar questions about his capabilities. Add in the strange sense of being unwanted in the town and that just made problems feel even more intense. Though then again part of him may have been thinking things over too much.

In fact, the bed did look pretty inviting and maybe a good night’s rest would clear the doubts in his mind. “I suppose that’s true, but better to offer privacy than not. Anyway, I’ll be back. No use in having dirty dishes up here.” He’d take a moment to bring them downstairs as he left, thinking for a few moments. She did request that if he slept on the floor he took the blankets… But that left him fearing that she’d be a bit too cold in the night. It was probably for the best that they shared the bed. Once the dishes were returned and he came back upstairs, he realized he’d have to get dressed for the evening as well. “Hope you don’t mind but I need to get changed too. No peeking, yeah?” The tone was more playful in nature, he didn’t really mind if she looked, he really didn’t have much to hide after all.

Moving to take off his shirt as he turned around to kneel at his backpack, it wasn’t hard to see the definition and tone of his backside. He was certainly a warrior, with a toned and athletic build that while not overly muscular still held some power to it, his darker and more tanned skin openly on display. Opening up his backpack and taking out a folded set of clothes, he stretched his arms briefly before moving to don a shirt more appropriate for sleeping, one that was a bit looser and more comfortable against the body. Moving to take off his boots as well, the only time he actively made any point of privacy was when he looked for somewhere he could take his pants off as well, simply moving to put on a pair of pants with a more breathable fabric. Smoothing out his clothing one last time before rising up, his hand than ran through his hair. “Okay, why don’t we share the bed?” He asked, moving for it as he sat on it gently. “I mean like you said, wouldn’t be the first time and all.” There was a hint of humor to his words once more, but he was honest at the same time. There really wasn’t anything wrong with sharing the bed, and while it might feel a tad more intimate than in the castle, they still had enough space for some privacy.

 

[Bunny]

Watching him leave with their dirty dishes, a small part of Lyra thanked him for the small act of kindness that it was. She'd been uneasy downstairs and had not been keen to head back down any time soon. "Okay, I will be here," she'd offered playfully. Alone in the room she tossed a few more logs on the fire, the warmth dancing along her skin.

She'd been facing the fire when he'd returned. Chuckling she turned back to the fire. "Your virtue is safe with me, sir." Lyra's voice held playfulness to it, though true to her word, she didn't try to peek as he changed. A small part of her was curious, but he'd afforded her privacy, she could at the very least return the favor. Lyra had wanted to peek through, in part curiosity and in part a budding desire that she felt when she thought of him. Michael was kind to her, sweet even and offered her a life unlike any she'd been able to dream of. It was a sort of kindness she'd not seen in ages. It reminded her of her first king.

Temptation did eventually win and she peeked over her shoulder, watching as he knelt at his pack. She admired the tone of his body, the way the firelight played along his muscles. Biting her lower lip she turned back around before he could catch her peeking. Turning slowly when he gave her the okay she smiled sheepishly. He offered to share the bed and she nodded, moving to the side closer to her. Sitting on her edge she smiled and nodded some. "Mmhm. I added some more logs to the fire, to keep us warm through the night." Slipping from the bed, she pulled back the covers and slipped beneath them, laying on her side facing him. "I have a confession." Lyra's words were shy. Her little peek, while innocent, had violated his trust.

"I may have peeked." Her cheeks were bright pink and she didn't quite have the courage to meet his eyes. "I'd make a lousy knight."