( A note to readers: These stories serve as introduction events that lead up to the release of TESO. If you'd like to leave me a message about Korva or her stories, please do so on my page or by Enjin mail. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. )
Lo and Behold
It was a beautiful night for a social gathering at Lord Milryn’s Manor, and Korva was always on the guest list. Korva made her way through the sea of overdressed guests that were all standing near the open veranda. She stepped out into the open air and a soft breeze played with the braziers’ light, sending incense smoke billowing into a starry sky.
Standing at the banister that over looked the city, she released a sigh. The large silver and sapphire ring on her middle finger tapped the side of her wine glass and her lips puckered. Where was he? Her crimson gaze moved over the empty cobbled street below.
It wasn’t the first time she had seen him, dressed in silk and all the finery to match, but something stood out about Rythe Drelas, the not so common Hlaalu tradesmen and socialite. She found herself captivated when he spoke, his stories of faraway places becoming as vivid as dreams in her mind. He made her smile; he made her laugh; and most of all he made her yearn to be near him. Tonight, she decided she would fulfill her yearning once and for all. That was her plan at least. Unfortunately, it seemed he did not decide to show himself, as he had the last two times Lord Milryn threw a social gathering.
She brought the wine glass up to her painted lower lip, her breath fogging the interior. Closing her eyes, she drowned her disappointment in the overly sweet and indulgent alcohol. That was when she felt a presence behind her, and then she heard the voice that she longed for.
“Looking for me?” he asked against her neck, his voice rich and deep enough to send shivers down her spine.
Her eyes opened and she smiled, taking her time to answer. “Why would I be looking for you, Rythe?”
“How long are we going to play this game?” he answered, his long fingers taking her by the waist and gently turning her to face him. She held her smile as she faced him, admiring how his blue-hued skin had a perfect sheen that almost glowed in the light of the full moon, a stark contrast from his dark smooth hair that reached down below the collar of his silk shirt.
She tilted her chin up and the corner of her lips fought a smile. “Whatever are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what I am talking about," he said, letting one finger move to brush a few strands of her ebon hair from her cheek, "I know you think fondly of me and I feel the same for you.”
She let out a soft laugh and reached out, brushing her fingertips over the first two buttons on his fitted vest. “So what if I do? Do you think I am just going to let you come onto me, then immediately invite you into my bed?”
His crimson eyes narrowed and his hand came up to cover hers that held the wine glass.
“No, that is not what I was assuming at all,” he said, curling his fingers over hers and lifting their hands up to drink from the glass before continuing, “I thought you’d let me have a dance or two with you first, then let me walk you home…and perhaps then, you’d invite me into your bed.” He ended his sentence with a devious grin, his eyes burning into hers, bright with mischief.
She felt her heart beating wildly against her ribs. No man had ever spoken to her so directly before. She was always the one calling the shots. For once, Korva Indoril’s tongue had been stilled. Aware his hand was still clasped over hers, and that she was now trapped against the banister, her means of escaping his invitation seemed null. She doubted she would have said no, regardless.
She swallowed, her gaze unwavering from his own. “I would.”
His dark brow arched ever so slightly. With a tilt of his head he leaned his face closer to hers. “That’s exactly the answer I was looking for,” he whispered against her full lips before capturing them in a warm sultry kiss. A kiss, that made her question all reason. Suddenly, reason had no place in her life. There was only Rythe and the anticipation of the evening to come.
That night, something she assumed would be inconceivable happened. Korva Indoril, fell in love with a lowly Hlaalu tradesmen.