He didn’t mean to frighten her, he just wanted what she as his back. So when she took off he frowned, deciding it was best to follow her. At least apologize for frightening her in whatever way he may have done so.
As he exited the tavern he heard heckling coming from the left-
Isolde pulled her hand away from his grasp. Ignoring the surge of embarrassment and anger from getting caught, she turned on her heel and rushed out of the brothel, the warmth of the room replaced by the brisk night air.
of him. And a girl sprinting up the street, he sighed when he realized it was her.
“Alright guys that’s enough.. there’s no need in following the poor girl. She’d likely run herself to death, getting away than be of any harm to you or me.” The male said trying his best to gain-
but never enough to cause any real pain.
“Are you in need of something? It’s better to ask for help than to take things, that’s how you lose your hands.” Was all he’d say before releasing her, eyes scanning her over to see if she was someone he had recognized before.
He didn’t like the fact that someone was trying to steal from him, when he didn’t bother a single soul. But the male knew that it was a dog eat dog world out here, where even girls like this had to take things that didn’t belong to them. “This belonged to my mother-
@PlayingGod24 was tall, his hair like spun gold, shining even in the shadowy depths of the hall. He was seated in the farthest corner of the room. His eyes deep pools that seemed to shimmer with a wealth of unspoken secrets.
the only possession of hers, that I was allowed to keep. I don’t want to hurt you, or report you to anyone for theft. But I’d like it if you’d place my mother’s bracelet back where you’ve found it.”
He’d hold a firm grasp on her wrist, enough to get his point across-