Sensational

I wanted to turn away and leave at that, but I was not in luck, as there approached a female, probably in her late twenties, who had just left her partner. I did not know why I could not leave after that; damn, was I a pervert? Why can I not just overlook the way this creature gradually paced her steps as she ambled to me, her right hand moving lithely to grasp a glass of wine from the tray of a maidservant who just walked past her.

 

            My legs shuffled back as my left fingers fisted tightly around my sword. Anyhow, the Lady reached me, her right hand flew to cross behind my neck and she pulled me close to her, not even letting a tinge of space come in between us as her flushed body clung tightly to mine.

 

             She looked squarely at me, her height almost comparable to that of Phyllis. Her hair― dressed in an elegant up-do and just letting two wavy ropes of hair cascade down the sides of her oval-shaped face that never stayed in place; it moved about in an elegant manner as she ran her eyes along my features. Her hooded eyes were the exact color of fresh-water shore, gradually blinking at me with thick, long lashes.

 

             The Lady brought her head down and drank shortly from her wine before bringing my head down to bump my forehead with hers. “Do you care to join the party?” she asked in a whispering tone, her voice almost sounding like a snake’s hiss. “You need pleasure… I can give it to you however you want.”

 

            I felt a swoon, and it was worse when her fingers slithered its way down to sensationally rub on my chest. My eyes narrowed, feeling the chills that coursed through my body. I shut them as she tiptoed and blew gentle breeze on my cheeks, letting it flush to my parted lips as her moving hand reached for the rim of my pants and pulled at it. I winced just as I felt a strong hand on my right shoulder.

                                               

            “Leave him now, Fiona,” a calm but steely voice came behind me and ‘Fiona’ looked across me. She let me go immediately when she saw the person standing behind me, but did not fail to blow a kiss to me as she gradually paced back to her former stand.

 

            I slowly recovered myself when she was gone and I took the time to turn around, my stare meeting with that of a beautiful woman who seemed to be in her early fifties. Her smile was charming and it reached her pretty, thin, Cleopatra eyes. Her lips however were wide and thin, yet it never ceased to give her a beautiful beam. I noted that she was dressed in a long, vermillion, full-sleeved dress that had a Basque waistline, which outlined her gorgeous figure.

 

            “Sorry about that, Firnes can never be at their best behavior when it came to attractive males. You must be the visitor wolf?” she spoke in a clear, slightly dark voice, and an accent that sounded more like Phyllis’, making me feel she must be in a way related to the frigid girl.

 

            “I am,” I simply replied, and then on a second thought, asked. “Please may I know who you are?”

 

            The older woman tilted her head to stare at me for a moment and then turned around, gesturing to follow her. I hesitated even after she left me and kept walking toward the opposite direction of my chamber.

 

             I turned to Fiona, only to realize she still had her eyes on me despite the kisses her partner showered on her neck. It was then that I even got to note that all the Ladies in the hall almost had the same heights, and their beauty was extraordinary.

 

            “Wolf?” I heard the older woman call and I tore my gaze from Fiona, turning to the woman who now urged me, again, with a gesture to follow her. I obeyed in a disinclined manner.

 

             She led me towards a path that took us to the staircase; and after we had slowly ascended a few stairs, we arrived at the upper floor where I noticed less people. “Please excuse the rowdiness on the other floor. We would be having a ceremony in a day,” she said and I nodded, even though I knew she did not see me nod.

 

            The steps of this woman were as graceful as Phyllis’ was, except that hers seemed more calm and mild, unlike Phyllis’ that exuded a fierce and cold aura. Moreover, I found her loose waist-length, dirty blonde hair beautiful as they swayed from side to side, in sync with her elegant paces.

 

             She stopped before a door and gently opened it. Walking in, she turned to me, “I am not sure you have heard of me anywhere, but I am the primary witch amongst witches in the world. Our Queen had died years ago, but we have not had the chance to crown another.”

 

            My expression changed at her words― it was nothing close to surprise. It was desolate. Surely, she must have noticed it.

 

            “Do not get me wrong, I am not an enemy. In fact, I have seen your struggle from the eyes of the Crystal ball and have decided to come to your aid, as you do not belong in the demon world,” she rushed to her defense. “You can just call me Deveron,” she added, walking to the counter.

 

             The room looked like a witchery Lab; it had framed worn out, as well as new photos of diverse plants, hung on the walls. The only photo, which carried that of a living being, was the black and white image of a young woman who seemed to be the deceased Queen of the witches. Aside from that, there was a huge counter in the middle, which had several empty concoction bottles, and bowls containing unprocessed herbs littered on it.

 

            The room did not fail to give out its sorcery vibes, as two shelves stood facing each other at the opposite walls. I needed no one to tell me what filled the shelves were potions, poison, elixirs and herbs.

 

             Nothing else massed the room aside the swivel chair before me, and the drawer that was half the length of the ceiling-to-floor shelves. It rested before the counter, on the side where I was just seeing the wine glasses and bottles of wine that balanced comfortably on it.

 

            I stopped myself from looking around and gave my attention to the witch. She emptied one of the bottles filled with seemingly fresh, red one into two glasses and came back to me, handing me a glass.

 

             I had a huge spot for wine, red especially, yet I did not rush to drink the one in my hand; I needed to make sure that this witch did not perform a trick that does not meet the eyes― probably mixing some kind of potion or poison into the wine.

 

            I flicked my eyes between Deveron and her glass. Hers however were fixated on me, a smile brightening her countenance as she proceeded to bring the rim of the glass to her lips. I suspected it to be a gesture that the drink was mixture free, so I took mine close to my lips and seeped from it. Deveron passed me, walked to the exit door and locked it.

 

            “Phyllis is my daughter,” she began, stopping to stand just behind me. “I am the one who had sent her all these years and gave her access to your chambers. I apologize for all the troubles she may have brought to you.”

 

            My eyes narrowed as I craned my neck to my side. I felt the urge to haul the glass of drink aside, swipe down the items on the damned counter and bestow a few marks or more on the milky skin of this disgusting being.

 

             If I had known that she was, from the beginning, the very woman who brought Father to his doom, then I would not have followed her at all. However, Father had stayed out of every other person’s way. Why did she decide to come after him?

                                               

            “You sent her to kill my Father. What crime did he commit to deserve it?” I asked as I turned around to face her, anger immediately shading my eyes. I could not help but tighten my left fingers around my sword, even the glass in my other hand almost ended up crushed due to the pressure of my fist on it. My teeth bit hard at my lower lip, desperately stopping me from acting impulsively.