Shouts-At-Dragons
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Chuckling as Askar threw the bag back towards him, Rufinu preceded on towards Adraria's house. How difficult would it be to say goodbye to her for a second time? Of course she would just dismiss it and wait until his return, just like every enchanted person. But for him it was something different, it was a great sense of guilt. Until he would return, her everyday thoughts would be paralyzed, they would all be about him. He couldn't stand the thought, and he had to deal with Adraria quickly.
Walking up to her door, he gave it a weak knock which any normal person would have never heard. But Adraria was already there, swiftly opening the door and giving off a cry of joy, it was like she hadn't seem him in ages. "Oh Rufinu, I was so worried about you last night. Come in, have some tea. I was worried you would never come back", the reaction was a normal one for any enchanted women. Rufinu could already feel his stomach turning over, Adraria was so innocent and clueless, while he knew everything and refused to change it up. Right here he could break the spell and order Askar to come over here. And perhaps if he found the proper book, he could find a spell to do the same. But he refused to do so, and that is what made him feel so horrible.
The tea had already been brewed and was hot from the pot which it had been boiling over the wooden fire. Pouring Askar a cup, she gave him a big kiss on the check and smiled. "It's nice and warm, I worked on it all night". In truth the whole thing about Adraria being obsessed with him was sort of scary, like he was being stalked by her. It felt terrible to admit, but if she remained under enchantment, he was glad to be leaving Whiterun and instead fight vampires who had lost all sense of sanity.
Taking a sip of the tea, Rufinu sighed and tried to tell Adraria what he intended to do to the best of his ability. Placing his tea cup down, he looked her into the eyes and spoke. "This is very difficult to say Adraria, but I must leave Whiterun for the time being. And I am uncertain when I shall return".
Finishing his sentence, he waited for the breakout that she had over at the tavern. He was waiting for him to be thrown over, and instead of being covered in ale, the boiling tea which had been over the fireplace. But none of this happened, and Adraria only stood there silent. After a few seconds, she spoke. "And I shall be waiting for you Rufinu, not matter the time it takes for you to return. I shall look out my window everyday, and wait for your arrival. A beautiful prince can come to my doorstep and ask for my hand in marriage, and I will deny him. My loyalty lies solely with you Rufinu".
One word could describe her response to him, frustrating. This was not the real Adraria he was speaking to, the way he loved so much so long ago. It was a women under a false sense of consciousness. This had to be done with soon, Askar being cured, the reunion of his wife, and then the redemption for his parents that he so long thrived for. And maybe once all of that was over with, he would then deserve to have a women like Adraria.
Kissing her on the cheek, she attempted to speak but Rufinu shushed her off by placing his index finger next to her lips. Coldly he then said, "I must go". Coughing, he stood up and walked out of the room, and then out of the house.
As he walked outside, his spine felt like a knife had just been thrown up against it. But it wasn't the cold air of Skyrim which had provoked this, it was the guilt he would be living with for who knew how long. He would just have to do his best to combat it.
Walking back towards the marketplace, Rufinu could see Askar walking back from the blacksmith. In his hand was a fur coat, just what Rufinu had wanted, and it looked fine indeed. Askar never disappointed him did he?
Walking up to her door, he gave it a weak knock which any normal person would have never heard. But Adraria was already there, swiftly opening the door and giving off a cry of joy, it was like she hadn't seem him in ages. "Oh Rufinu, I was so worried about you last night. Come in, have some tea. I was worried you would never come back", the reaction was a normal one for any enchanted women. Rufinu could already feel his stomach turning over, Adraria was so innocent and clueless, while he knew everything and refused to change it up. Right here he could break the spell and order Askar to come over here. And perhaps if he found the proper book, he could find a spell to do the same. But he refused to do so, and that is what made him feel so horrible.
The tea had already been brewed and was hot from the pot which it had been boiling over the wooden fire. Pouring Askar a cup, she gave him a big kiss on the check and smiled. "It's nice and warm, I worked on it all night". In truth the whole thing about Adraria being obsessed with him was sort of scary, like he was being stalked by her. It felt terrible to admit, but if she remained under enchantment, he was glad to be leaving Whiterun and instead fight vampires who had lost all sense of sanity.
Taking a sip of the tea, Rufinu sighed and tried to tell Adraria what he intended to do to the best of his ability. Placing his tea cup down, he looked her into the eyes and spoke. "This is very difficult to say Adraria, but I must leave Whiterun for the time being. And I am uncertain when I shall return".
Finishing his sentence, he waited for the breakout that she had over at the tavern. He was waiting for him to be thrown over, and instead of being covered in ale, the boiling tea which had been over the fireplace. But none of this happened, and Adraria only stood there silent. After a few seconds, she spoke. "And I shall be waiting for you Rufinu, not matter the time it takes for you to return. I shall look out my window everyday, and wait for your arrival. A beautiful prince can come to my doorstep and ask for my hand in marriage, and I will deny him. My loyalty lies solely with you Rufinu".
One word could describe her response to him, frustrating. This was not the real Adraria he was speaking to, the way he loved so much so long ago. It was a women under a false sense of consciousness. This had to be done with soon, Askar being cured, the reunion of his wife, and then the redemption for his parents that he so long thrived for. And maybe once all of that was over with, he would then deserve to have a women like Adraria.
Kissing her on the cheek, she attempted to speak but Rufinu shushed her off by placing his index finger next to her lips. Coldly he then said, "I must go". Coughing, he stood up and walked out of the room, and then out of the house.
As he walked outside, his spine felt like a knife had just been thrown up against it. But it wasn't the cold air of Skyrim which had provoked this, it was the guilt he would be living with for who knew how long. He would just have to do his best to combat it.
Walking back towards the marketplace, Rufinu could see Askar walking back from the blacksmith. In his hand was a fur coat, just what Rufinu had wanted, and it looked fine indeed. Askar never disappointed him did he?
