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He had to think fast, not caring what came out of his mouth. A question had hung there and it needed to be spoken. It needed to be spoken for Lucian did not wish to regret this very moment for the rest of his peasant damned life.
“Madam, may I ask your name?” He finally said.
Here Lucian got a good look at her. Her hair was a deep blond while her eyes were that of crystalline blue. He had heard through rumors and some murals that the Fay Enchantress, representative of the Lady, had powerful green eyes with the same beauty he saw before him.
He did not care for anything else at that moment. Lucian did not care for her figure for this woman was not something he lusted for. She was someone to who he wanted to remember even when he stands with Morr.
“I am Alberea the Golden, Damsel of Castle Aquitaine.” She answered with a voice so smoothly that it went directly into the mind of the Peasant, “Good bye, Lucian. If the Lady shall have us meet again, I look forward to that moment.”
With those words she left him speechless.
Lucian would not forget for how could he?
His time at Castle Aquitaine had come to an end. The sun slowly inching towards the setting horizon. The Peasants did not chance staying around Aquitaine for any longer than they could for they had no money to stay within one of the few inns within the place.
Their trip took them past the ruins and through the grape ladened plains. There was no issues as they traveled. Not a Knight or another rowdy peasant getting in their way.
While things seemed calm Lucian felt something was wrong. Looking up into the sky he saw just barely what had concerned him.
It was massive and green. Its full features are being clouded by the clouds trying to protect the world from its ire. They were failing though and thus the night seemed to have just the smallest tinge of green.
It was Morrslieb.