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Word Count: 274
A Kiss for Shelter
Human
"What sort of man is he, Mistress?" The courtesan asked watching as the woman daintily picked at her plate of summer fruits.
Her eyes studying the colorful array before her, Lilith, the mistress, responded offhandedly, "A nobleman. Though, in all honesty he is classes above the rest. Beyond rich, cultured… handsome." She shot a pointed look at her subordinate who did not respond to the information. Lilith gave a long-suffering sigh, waving at a servant, indicating to take her plate with a look of boredom, "He is a fantasy in the flesh, really. A prince- status, wealth, strength, and a man of honor."
Brown eyes met blue.
Slowly Lilith smiled at the prompting look the younger woman favored her with, "You wish to know of his character?"
The courtesan said nothing, dropping her dark gaze and folding her hands patiently in her lap.
The mistress chuckled, "Well then…" She took a deep breath her eyes wandering toward the ceiling in thought, "He is beyond a shadow of a doubt… smug. Proud. A man who has very high expectations of himself as well as others."
The girl frowned at the floor.
Lilith noted this and gave a quick smile before adding, "But from what I gather he is above such things as greed… and normally…carnal lust." She watched her subordinate carefully now, "He had a wife once- decades ago. By all accounts he was very much in love with her… and that she was a child of the districts… My thought is that he has finally overcome his grief and is now becoming in a sense… human again."
This time the courtesan, Xochitl, looked up.