Rona
"So, what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked, the door whirred shut behind me, "It's definitely not because you missed me."
"Absolutely not." Charon muttered under his breath, adjusting his cloak, "I'm here on official business."
I leaned against the door, "Really, not even because you wanted to check up on me."
"Why would I do that?" He eyed me warily as I walked towards him.
"Say that all you want but I'm your favourite runaway soul." I placed my hand on his shoulders, my grin widening.
An ugly scowl formed on his face as he slapped my hand away, "My only runaway soul."
I shrugged, "There's a first time for everything."
I felt two pairs of eyes on me,
"So... Do you plan on introducing us? I asked, raising my hand for a handshake.
They froze as they started at my outstretched hand, little fleshy frills rose up from behind their ears down to their neck, glaring a deep, unsettling red.
"Um, is something wrong with them-"
Charon shot me a glare as he slapped my hand away.
"Why did you do that?" He snapped, turning back to the girls.
"Do what?" I rubbed at the back of my hand, "I just wanted to shake hands, where I'm from, it's a sign of basic human decency."
He sighed, dragging his palm across his face. "Let's get this over with-"
"They're not humans so your rules don't apply to them." He turned back to them and spoke in an alien-ish language that sounded a lot like latin.
"Thanks for the heads-up." I rolled my eyes, "I'll remember that next time."
"Good, because their assigned to look after you." He gestured at the both of them, "Madelaine and Madeira."
I pointed at their frills that had already relaxed, "Does it change colours often?"
Charon nodded briskly, "It only does that when they are experience extreme emotions, so don't touch it." He warned.
I nodded, it's not like I go around touching random stuff. "Wait. What did you just say about looking after me?!"
"You heard me clearly thee first time-"
"Well there's no need, I'm a grown ass woman, I can take care of myself." I interjected, crossing my arms.
"Considering you almost assaulted them, I'm quite sure you do need their help." Charon replied, jaws clenched.
"It. Was. An. Accident." I jabbed my fingers on his chest. "People make mistakes, like you did when you brought me here."
He grabbed my fingers, eyes flaring. "What if you make a mistake that costs you more than you can ever imagine."
One that costs you your soul.
I sighed, he did have a point. "We don't even speak the same language, how can I understand what they're saying."
"That can be arranged." He turned to the girls and a shrill sound left their lips almost simultaneously.
"What is wrong with them!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. My eardrums were about to burst.
Charon on the other hand was completely unaffected.
"I am Madelaine Almyr, daughter of the eastern count. I've been assigned by the Lord to serve the lady." She placed a curled fist on her chest as she bowed her head.
"I'm Madeira Almyr, it's my pleasure to assist you," Madeira curtsied, her midnight blue hair framing her face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," I whispered, my voice still shaky. "Are we going to pretend like the two do you didn't just scream at the top of your lungs?"
"Ah, Pardon us." Madeira stood up, her lips curled in a tiny smile, "It's an Almyr thing."
"The same way the both of you started speaking a whole new language in like... three minutes?" I raised my brows, "That's got to be a world record."
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, "It's also an Almyr thing."
"It seems like the three of you have found common ground, I'll be taking my leave now." Charon announced, taking a step back.
I grabbed the hem of his cloak, "Where do you think you're going?"
"To get the master's orders done." He stared at the inch of fabric I was holding onto, "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"Do you know where he is?"
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I made my way through the labyrinth of doors, tracing my fingers along the faint engravings on the walls.
They pulsed with light, illuminating the dark hallway.
It all felt surreal, every thing in this hall pulsed with life that I couldn't quite see.
The front door was inches away from me as I made my way down the stairs.
"The Lord spends his evenings in the garden."
I spotted his figure as soon as I made it past the door.
His dark robes fluttered against the wind and his long, luscious hair seemed to have a mind of its own.
"You've met the Almyrs?" He asked.
"How did you know I was here?" I quickened my pace towards him, "I keep wondering if you have eyes on the back of your head."
He stared at me blankly, "I don't. You're not exactly quiet."
I got that alot, especially when I was younger. "Well... If it's anything, I've gone through most of the documents."
He tucked a strand of his hair behind his ears. "Drop everything, something more important came up,"
"I'll be glad to." The amount of paperworks I had done was enough to give me cramps for a whole week.
"We will be attending a banquet together."
"Sure thing, just let me know-" I pause, his words sinking in, "Wait, What!"
"You will be attending a banquet with me," he repeated, tilting his head slightly, "Is there something you don't understand?"
"No, I heard what you said clearly. But... Why?" I asked, there was a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach.
His eyes narrowed, "You're not in the position to ask me that. Get the Almyrs to prepare you."
He said, making his way past me.
I trailed behind him, "What's wrong with my clothes!"
He stared my dress and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
It's not like I had better options, Ever heard of my body, my choice.
He turned around abruptly and I crashed nose first into his chest.
"Fuck!"
The Progenitor stared down at me, his fingers caught a strand of my hair.
"While you're under my jurisdiction, it's your body, my choice." His breath fanned my cheeks and a steady warmth crept up my face.
Our eyes met, Amber hues clashed with his fiery reds.
"I really don't want to attend whatever that Is-"
"No." He turned around, "unless you plan on extending our little contract."
"Find the Almyrs. Got it!" He walked further away, this time, I didn't follow him, "Anything else you want me-
He was gone before I could even finish my sentence.
I hate it when he does that.