Hello

So here it is. That was fast. So they finally meet. At least to some point. I hope you'll like it.

I would really welcome reviews so that I know where here's room for improvement. Especially when it comes to vocabulary field. As some of you probably read on my profile (or not) writing in English I a great challenge for me, so I'd really appreciate every suggestion applying to my style, grammar and stuff. I really want to make it a good story. (yes I know I'm insane to write in foreign language

Thanks in advance!

Just in case: text in italics reflect characters' thoughts.

Nessa sat in the Tavern. She was sipping her wine trying to erase the picture of those scared eyes. She did a good thing killing the souteneur that was obvious. She didn't have any regrets for sure. But still, she was mad at herself. She let the emotions take advantage of her. If she had done it as usual, the child wouldn't enter the slaughterhouse. Moreover, she wouldn't have to think about some child's trauma right now, because she would have been gone long before the child appeared. She was really irritated. Suddenly, a noise in the tavern rose. Nessa heard a loud male's voice confronted with crying female one. She raised her eyes from above her glass, and saw a scene which changed her life.

What she actually saw was a white haired man who roughly grasped hand of one of the waitresses.. Nessa got up and slowly approached the scene. She often helped women once they were molested by those frustrated cavemen. In the tavern it happened way too often.

"Listen little bitch" – a man hissed closing waitresses hand in an iron grasp- "it is not the wine I ordered. If you wish to have your arm unspoiled, you will go back and bring me the one I asked for."

"But Sir" – cried the girl – "I brought you the best wine that we have. I really do not have anything else. Please let go off my hand. It really hurts..

"Oh believe me"- growled the man – "It not yet hurts. But it will.."

"OK THAT'S ENOUGH! – stated Nessa firmly – "Now why don't you let the girl's hand go, and stop insulting her – silky boy!

Nuada felt the sting of anger. Who dares to interrupt him? Another wench? Ok, today is a bad day for humans. If she doesn't back off, he'll teach her a lesson or two.

Without turning his head he answered "My sweet lady, I'm not in a mood for joking. And I'm not a gentleman regarding your kind. If you don't want to share this lady's pain, just back off. Take it as a gentleman's advice. I don't find hitting women fulfilling but I've just started to have a bad day. If you do not wish to be part of it, just leave."

The moment he finished saying those words, he felt his own spear pulled out of sheath, and before he managed to react, it reached his throat, leaving him a bit disoriented. Never had a human dared to touch his weapons. Not to mention threatening him with it. He was also stunned with the speed of this human. She didn't give him even the slightest chance to react.

"Now, your Royal whatever, I'll ask you once again. Release lady's hand and apologize for the sour words that she didn't deserve. I will ask this just once. I think it would be quite embarrassing for you, to end up with your own spear stuck in your back. Such kindergarten" – said the voice from behind.

Nuada was truly stunned. Never had anyone caught him off guard like that. He felt a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, anger. He slowly released the girl's hand and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. He really wished to see his opponent's face. He wanted to remember it, so that he would know, who to kill. An evil smile appeared on his face. Another fight today. Never too much training. He slowly got up, and tried to turn around. The worst humiliation however, was still yet to come.

"Ah, ah, ah"- she said with an amused manner, pressing the spear harder against his back – "stay as you are, will you my Dearest?. I'd like to keep my identity secret. It would be more romantic, don't you think? Unknown love found and lost… - "she chuckled – "Hope you don't mind, Sire. Don't want you follow me to regain his honor. You just cannot stand, that a woman can oppose you. So you'd probably follow me, and I'd most probably have to kill you. And the problem is that I don't think, you're worth my time. I don't find killing man wannabes fulfilling, so it would be better if you just focused your eyes on a lady and apologize. What say you, my pretty boy?"

Nuada felt his fury increasing form second to second. He has never been so underestimated. But the woman was right; he didn't want to end with his own spear in the back. Oh no. Especially now, when every cell of his body was screaming for revenge.

"Oh you little, poor thing" –he thought- "you have no idea what have you just got yourself into. I will find you, and once I do, you'll regret every single second, every single word that you spoke. I'll make sure that you are very sorry for it. Nobody messes with Prince Nuada Silverlance!!! NO ONE!. But for now calm down. The fun will come later." – a small smile crawled up on his face again. People, who saw this smile, backed off or focused on their glasses. There was something terrifying about it. It was demonic and disturbing. Not a kind of a grin, you'd like to receive.

"Well" – he felt the blade of a spear painfully sting his spine-"will you apologize or do I have to encourage you more? I wouldn't like to damage such beautiful silk, not to mention your fragile body my Highness…" The way she made fun of him really annoyed him. In fact he was sure that pure adrenalin rushing through his veins. But he had to fight his eagerness to get this impertinent bitch. For now… His moment will come. And then we'll see who laughs last.

Nuada turned his eyes to the waitress who stood frozen by his table. He reached for her hand, raised it to his black lips and said " I apologize for my unacceptable behavior. I hope you'll forgive me. – then he kissed waitress's hand and released it. Still with every part of his body screaming out of humiliation, he straightened and asked " Will that be enough?"

Nessa was watching the scene very carefully, awaiting the attack from his part. She loosened the pressure on his back and answered. "Yes, that's much better" she replied. Still holding the spear against his back, she approached his ear and whispered "Now I hope that you've learnt your lesson, my pretty one? Being rude never pays off… "

Nuada strangled the eagerness to attack and murmured "There is just one more lesson left. I leave it for you. Be prepared to get it….

The only answer he received was a chuckle. "Yeah" – the chuckling voice answered – "I look forward to it, my dark avenger… Why can't you ever just let it be?" The same moment he felt that Nessa has removed the blade of his back. Second later, he saw his spear drive into the wooden a tavern's wall. "Nice throw" – he thought. Then a voice from behind said "It was a pleasure to teach you manners!!! Farewell my love!" It all happened very fast. But Nuada was an elf. His reflex exceeded human's. He managed to turn around while she was leaving the tavern. He captured her face. It was just a glimpse, but he managed to record the curtain of ruby hair, and a noble profile. Too noble for a human he would say. He didn't catch her eyes, but he somehow knew that they were deep blue. That was enough for him. He approached his spear and tore it out of tavern's wall. Again a demonic smile appeared on his face "Let the hunting begin. No matter where you are my little red one I will find you. I couldn't waste an opportunity to teach you how to deal with Royalty." he whispered to himself while leaving the tavern. People stepped out of his way as if he was some sort of a demon from the Abyss.