Edvin Cadash Short Story

The thought of him making love to a strong willed, wealthy, independent woman like Baroness Portella excited me; her being some sort of creature did not matter; I wanted to question him on what she was like in bed. He glared at me with one of his malicious stares.

“We have somewhere to be.” Malessica said. “I’m in the city all the time, you can take pictures any other day.”

"Your life continues because you have been spared the mines. You are given food and shelter in exchange for laurels in the arena. Do not forget that. And do not raise your weapon to any of the men in jest. One day you could be fighting with him at your back, to find your only ally would see you dead just as readily as your opponent," Livia coldly reminded him. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from anger though it could easily be dismissed as the heat of the morning sun, or the honeyed wine she drank from in a polished

Ludo sighed disappointedly and crossed his arms, “I have to go recruit some new monsters later today. I'm free tomorrow after dinner though.”

He was halfway through the files when she peeked her head into his office. He looked up from his desk, catching her gaze halfway across the room. “I would ask for a cup of espresso,” a playful grin followed, “but you don’t seem to be the type to fetch

Misopeliades begins “I still don’t get why he had to be all noble on his shining horse to defend the rugged girl. Why must he make matters worse

She finally gains over Bluntschli. Thus, she represents every woman who knows the real objective of her life, and fulfills it anyhow. She undertakes the challenge to win over an unromantic man. Pleasure lies in venture. The things, which are easily achieved, fade away very soon.

“Now I best be off. Got a few nightclubs I have to check out. Later.” He left, closing the door behind him.

Uneasiness came over him as he ran down the stairs to the war room. Something, crashed straight into him, astounded him. He had felt it numerous times in the past, as he was growing up, never like this. He sensed her and even for a split second could see

As he sat by the huge maple tree, his he thought about the different guilds and how they might be like. What it might be like to be an apprentice to a scribe, spending long hours copying down scripts and painstakingly long hours of study, he shivered at the thought. He could not cook to save his life. Indeed, if he were starving in the wilderness with everything one would need to cook a five course meal, he would probably make a concoction whose chemical reaction would kill him the instant he swallowed it. Just his luck. No, the only thing he could imagine being was a warrior. The battles, the glory, the friendship and trust. Yet, for some reason that he knew not, whenever he thought of being a knight and a warrior, it seemed clouded, as if

“You’re busy. I’ll drop by later,” you said, trying to escape the building, but he pulled you back.

The man that approached her was not only good looking, but he looked like the kind of guy she could never take home. And that made him perfect. His offer to buy her a drink had her smiling brightly as she could see this being the start to an exciting night.

"Will you require anything else tonight, my Lady?" Malsa asked, standing by the door, awaiting a response.

“Yes, I want you to meet me tomorrow at Westrolls Restaurant at this same time.”

The man closed his mouth with and audible gulp, the sound of armor shaking echoing around the bar. She wasn't late, but had been tracking him since he arrived in the city. She even knew he had brought his squires along as backup, and didn't seem even slightly concerned. What else did she know, and what did she have planed if he left? As the thoughts raced through his mind Luna tilted her head back up to look at him, a triskelion symbol now formed in her left eye. "So...Are we going to talk business or