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“Are you working on anything new? You’ll have to let me spectate sometime, I’d love to watch a work in progress.”
“I… I happily will,” he replies, seemingly in disbelief. “If you’re interested, I can show you more of my work later on. This is just a small collection of them.”
“The more the merrier.” I beam.
Valkus comes to my side, casting a studious eye on his work. I shoot a sidelong glance at him. It’s easy to see just how passionate he is about this hobby of his.
A dark elf with an actual pastime that doesn’t involve chasing something to fuck. This is… endearing.
I take a few steps back, retreating to a nearby bench. There, I soak in all that surrounds me, spotting the statue I saw last night standing tall behind the display of paintings.
It depicts a likar looking to the distance. Water shoots out of its mouth, dropping down into the fountain and circling it
As if summoned by the sight of the statue, Nexus jumps out from one of the bushes, greeting me with purrs and nudges.
This whole scene carries the feeling of a dream. The likar resting beside me, the fountain, the paintings, the gardens, and most of all, the beautiful man who turns his head to look at me.
It’s right there at that moment that I know I made the right decision to come here with him.
VALKUS
THREE.
It has been three weeks since I met Althia.
Pyrthos is bright today, and I am grateful that the weather turned out beautifully because I have plans with Althia today.
The first thing I need to do, though, is ensure that she is properly dressed for the day.
I called a tailor last week – the most fashionable tailor in all of Pyrthos who dresses all the most fashionable dark elf women – and today, dozens of packages are being delivered from the tailor.
I carry some of them while three zagfers carry the rest, and we walk up to my wing of the house.
I throw the door open to find Althia sitting at the desk, and she is gazing out of the window at Pyrthos.
She turns when we walk in, and her eyes widen as I dump the packages all over the floor and table.
The zagfers follow suit before hurrying out of the room. They return minutes later with other, smaller packages which they put carefully on the table.
“I have something for you,” I tell her. It is still early, and the sun isn’t very high in the sky yet, but it is warm and the air is dry.
“What is all this?” she asks me in a hushed voice as she stands and walks over to the packages.
“I thought you might need some clothes. And this.” I point to the smaller packages. “That is some jewelry that I thought would look good on you.”
It has been three weeks since I met Althia and courting her has been the best experience of my life.
I didn’t think I had it in me, and I am quite sure that no one in my family did, either. But I have finally found a woman who makes me want to spend time, money, and love on her.
And I think that after three weeks, I am falling in love.
Her eyes widen as she opens the packages, and I examine her as she walks around the room, admiring the clothes and jewelry.
Althia was quite lean when I met her, but since moving in with me, she has become curvier from eating properly and not working herself half to death.
Her body is still lithe, but now she looks lush and ripe in a way that makes me salivate.
Twenty.
