The black duster coat billowed around Sybil's lean frame as she marched purposefully toward the guard quarters. She was wearing her usual attire of black pants and boots, accompanied by a white shirt underneath her coat. Her ashen hair was neatly tied in a braid, and she carried her hat tucked under her arm.
Surprised by her sudden appearance, the soldiers in the guard quarters quickly snapped to attention. "Lady Sybil!"
"At ease," Sybil spoke, and the guards relaxed, regarding her with curious gazes. "I came here to speak with Kurt." She added, and the guards exchanged glances, murmuring among themselves.
"He's inside his quarters," One of the guards replied tentatively. "But I don't think-"
"Thank you." With that, Sybil sauntered towards the stairs, ignoring the guard's confused expression.
Upstairs, Sybil knocked on the wooden door, but no response came. She frowned, knocking again, harder. Still met with silence, Sybil sighed and then decided to take matters into her own hands. She pushed the door open and entered Kurt's quarters, her demeanor a mix of determination and impatience.
"Kurt? Are you-" The rest of Sybil's words got stuck in her throat when she laid eyes on him. Indeed, Kurt was in his room, but his current attire caught her off-guard— or, to be more specific, the lack of it. The last thing Sybil had expected when strutting into that room was a shirtless man.
Kurt, standing by the wash basin, stared at Sybil with an equally confused look on his face. For a few moments, both were frozen, locked in a silent exchange, unable to form words. Sybil's gaze was fixed on his torso, taking in his well-defined, muscular body, a light dusting of dark hair covering his broad chest and rippling abs. The scars on his skin only added to his masculine appeal, and she felt her heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing.
"So, can I get dressed? Just wondering whether you're soon done gawking at me." His sudden remark brought her back to reality, and she blinked, her cheeks reddening even more.
"Of course, I— My apologies," She stammered, averting her gaze. "I should've waited for you to let me in."
"Yes, you should have," He spoke, pulling a shirt over his head.
"I'll wait outside." Sybil said, and closed the door. Leaning against the wall, she tried to catch her breath. What was she thinking, barging into his room? And, the sight of his half-naked body made her pulse quicken, her face burning hot. As a noblewoman, she was not supposed to see men in such a state of undress— Especially if those men happened to be ruggedly handsome soldiers, that was for sure.
A part of her was embarrassed, but another part of her felt excited, curious even. Kurt was a warrior, his body hardened by years of battle and training. He was strong, powerful, and his intense, fiery gaze sent shivers down her spine. He was different from all the suitors her father had picked; They were soft, pampered, and completely boring. The vision of Kurt's chiseled abs lingered in her mind, and she had to admit, he was far from boring.
Sybil's thoughts were interrupted by Kurt, who opened the door, his face serious.
"Lady Sybil, you should not just waltz into someone's room like that." He scolded, leaning against the door frame. "What are you doing here, anyways? The guard quarters are no place for a young lady. It's not appropriate, especially not at this hour." It was late in the evening, and the guard's shift was almost over.
"Oh, please," Sybil rolled her eyes. "I've been here plenty of times. Besides, I came here to see you— So, would you care to step aside, or are you going to make me stand here all night?" She retorted, folding her arms across her chest.
Kurt felt his pulse quicken as her bold words struck a chord, stirring his inner turmoil. Hadn't she listened to a word he'd said? There was a brief silence, and just when Kurt was about to step aside and let her in, he noticed the eyes on them. His soldiers were watching them with great interest, exchanging curious glances and whispering to each other. Letting the young heiress into his private quarters at this hour would raise eyebrows and start rumors, and the last thing he needed was his men spreading gossip.
"We'll talk outside." Kurt muttered, closing the door behind him. Then, he gestured for her to follow him, and led her away from the crowded hallways and stairs. As they exited the building, Kurt turned to face her, his expression stern. "Why did you come here? What is so urgent that you couldn't wait until tomorrow? And... Why are you dressed like that?" His brow furrowed— Seeing Sybil clad in her rogue outfit could only mean she was up to no-good.
"Oh. Well, I was thinking of going out tonight. And, since you're my guardian and all, I thought you'd like to accompany me." She flashed him a smile, her tone playful.
"Lady Sybil." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Please, tell me you're not going to the Coin Arena?" It had been a week since her father's return, and Sybil had sat tight while he was home, avoiding the fights. "Because if you are, I swear to god-"
"No. I'm not that stupid," She quickly replied. "Not today. I was thinking about the tavern."
"The tavern?" Kurt arched a brow, surprised. The tavern was full of drunks, brawls, and all kinds of trouble— Not exactly a place for a high-born lady such as her. But, he knew this wouldn't be her first visit to the tavern, and it would be futile to try and persuade her.
"Yes. The tavern. You know, that place where they serve ale and other drinks." She teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as her gaze drifted to the night sky. It was a clear, starry night, and the moon bathed the world in pale blue light. "I feel like celebrating."
"And, what are we celebrating?" He asked, following her gaze.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Sybil's lips curled up into a smile as she put her hat on, carefully adjusting the brim. "I'll tell you when we get to the tavern— Or, we can talk in the morning, if you like. I can go to the tavern by myself, if you're too busy."
"Absolutely not." He shook his head, his gaze firm. "I'll escort you."
"Oh? So, does that mean you're coming?" She grinned, and Kurt's heart fluttered. Damn her, and her gorgeous smile.
"Yes, but under one condition." Kurt spoke, his voice calm.
"What is it?" Sybil asked.
"Promise me you'll be careful." He looked at her, his gaze intense. "And, promise me you won't go anywhere without me. If anyone dares to touch you, I will kill them." His voice was low and serious, his gaze fierce, and a chill ran down Sybil's spine.
"Kurt, it's not necessary—" She started, but he cut her off.
"Just promise me." He demanded.
"Fine." She sighed, shaking her head. "I'll stay by your side. And, I promise I'll be careful."
"Good." He gave her a curt nod, his gaze softening.
"You know, you are quite stubborn," Sybil smiled, amused. "Let's go!" She turned around and sauntered towards the gates.
As Kurt followed her, he couldn't help but smile; Sybil was always a handful, but she had him wrapped around her little finger.
When they arrived at the tavern, the place was packed with rowdy patrons, and the sound of merry chatter and lively music filled the air. The smell of ale, whiskey, and food drifted through the room, and a warm, pleasant atmosphere enveloped them as they sat down at one of the tables. The bartender, a jovial man with a wide grin, spotted them and made his way over.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It's been a while, Captain! Good to see you again!" He greeted Kurt, giving him a friendly pat on the back.
"Hello, Mathias." Kurt nodded.
"And, who is this lovely young lady? She's a sight for sore eyes, indeed!" Mathias grinned, flashing a toothy smile.
"Oh, don't listen to him," Kurt chuckled, giving him a light push. "Mathias is the biggest flirt in the whole tavern. If he tries to get his hands on you, don't hesitate to kick him in the groin."
"Kurt! You wound me, old friend." Mathias laughed, clutching his chest dramatically. "I only wish to compliment the lovely lady. But, enough chit-chat. What can I get for you?"
"A pint would suffice." Kurt replied.
"Same here." Sybil chimed in.
"Coming right up!" Mathias grinned, and then disappeared into the crowd.
"I see you are on a first-name basis with the bartender," Sybil smirked, and leaned her chin against her palm. "Does that mean you come here often?"
"Not really," He shrugged, gazing at the bustling crowd. "Just every now and then, to unwind."
"Hmm, I see." She hummed, a knowing smile gracing her lips. "And what-"
"Here you go, lovebirds!" Mathias's voice interrupted the conversation and the two of them flinched, glancing at him in surprise.
"We're not—" They began in unison, but then stopped.
"I know, I know. It's just an expression." Mathias laughed and set their drinks on the table. "Enjoy your evening!" With that, he went back to serving the other customers.
Sybil took a sip of her ale, and her eyes met Kurt's. She cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing slightly. For a minute, they drank in silence, both feeling rather awkward.
"So..." Kurt began, shifting in his seat. "What are we celebrating, exactly?"
"Oh, I almost forgot," Sybil's expression brightened. "My father called me to his study this morning. He mentioned that a certain someone had spoken very highly of me."
"And, who might that be?" He raised a brow, taking a swig from his tankard.
"It was you, of course," Sybil smiled, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for telling him those kind words. It means a lot to me."
"Oh, that. Yes. It's nothing, really." He muttered, avoiding her gaze.
"I was expecting you to report everything to him, you know," She spoke, taking another sip. "All about my little visits to the Coin Arena, and how I've been sneaking around, going places I'm not supposed to go, doing things I'm not supposed to do... You could've gotten me in so much trouble."
"I should have, but..." He paused, sighing. "I didn't. And I won't. It's not my place to tattle on you. I just hope you'll learn from your mistakes, and behave like a proper noblewoman should."
"Not to tattle on me?" Sybil smirked. "And I thought that was what my father pays you for."
"Maybe, but it doesn't mean I have to obey him." He said, his eyes meeting hers. "I am sworn to you, after all."
Sybil's eyes widened, and she was silent for a moment. She'd always considered him to be a loyal soldier, her father's servant. But, his words touched her heart, and she suddenly felt something stir deep inside her.
"Anyway, what would I get in return, if I tattled on you?" Kurt continued. "Nothing. Not even a 'thank you'. So, it's better if I keep quiet and watch over you, making sure you stay out of trouble." He shrugged.
"Wow. You're not what I expected, Kurt." She murmured, smiling softly. "You're actually quite a sweetheart."
"Sweetheart?" Kurt blinked, taken aback by her words. Then, he scoffed, shaking his head. "No. Don't call me that."
"Okay, okay," Sybil chuckled, lifting her hands up. "I won't call you a sweetheart. But, that's what you are— I appreciate you for what you've done, and I'm happy that you're looking out for me."
"Just doing my job." Kurt spoke, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "You're quite a handful, sure, but it also means that my job is everything but tedious."
"That's good to hear," Sybil giggled, her eyes glinting playfully. "I wouldn't want you to get bored."
"Don't worry," He chuckled. "There is no way I could get bored of watching over you."
"You're saying that now, but wait until you have to drag me out from the arena again." She jested. "And that might be sooner than you think; I've been stuck home, trying to behave like a proper lady for a whole week, and it's boring as hell. I'm dying to kick some ass, and get rid of this pent-up energy. Besides, it's a nice way to relieve stress, you know."
"Oh, trust me, I know," He laughed. "I've seen you fight, and it's... quite a spectacle."
"I take it you enjoyed watching me, then?" Sybil smirked, and Kurt coughed, clearing his throat.
"You're a good fighter. But, it's not a proper activity for a noblewoman." He retorted.
"Who cares about what's proper? All I want is to have some fun, and enjoy my life." She sighed, resting her chin against her hand. "I've had enough of being the perfect daughter, and acting like a demure, proper lady."
Kurt shifted in his seat, bringing the pint to his lips. She wanted to have fun, but he'd have to make sure she didn't get too carried away— He had noticed the way men had been eyeing her all evening, their gaze lustful and lingering. That definitely wasn't the type of fun he wanted her to have, and he had to keep an eye on her; The tavern was full of ruffians and rogues, and there was no way in hell he would let any of them lay a finger on her.
"Ah, I almost forgot!" Sybil's words brought him back to reality, her excitement evident as she leaned forward. "My father said you had told him that giving me more responsibility would be good for me. He agrees with you, and has come up with something." She explained, her voice giddy.
"He has?" He smirked. "Now, that sounds intriguing."
"Oh, it is," She smiled, a hint of pride in her voice. "I have to admit, at first I was a bit worried. I thought he would give me some silly, mundane tasks, something just to keep me busy. But, I was wrong— Turns out, he's given me a pretty big project."
"And, what might that be?" Kurt raised a brow, curious.
"You know that new settlement northeast of San Matheus called New Bénnois? Well, that's my project. He's putting me in charge of securing a new trade route. It's not going to be easy, but it'll be a great opportunity to prove myself." She explained, a wide grin on her face.
Sybil's father, Lord Harbird, was one of the grand vassals of Teer Fradee, ruling over the region of San Matheus. His lands were vast, and the population was steadily growing, but it was hard to supply the city with resources. The situation with the natives wasn't as tense as it was a few years ago, but the settlements were still far apart, and the land was mostly undeveloped.
"Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll do a great job." Kurt smiled. Her having more responsibility would be good for her, not to mention she'd have less time to cause trouble. Maybe she'd even start to realize the importance of being a noblewoman, and behave accordingly.
"Yes. But, that's not all. I'll have to visit the settlements, and negotiate trade deals. Of course, I won't be able to do it on my own, so he'll be sending one of his most trusted men with me."
"Oh, I see," He nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "In other words, he'll be sending me with you."
"Well, yes." Sybil admitted, her gaze fixed on the pint in front of her. "But, I would have asked for you anyway." She glanced at him, a shy smile forming on her lips.
Kurt blinked, stunned, and his breath hitched. His gaze lingered on her, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his voice faltered. What was she saying?
"You're a skilled fighter, and you have a keen sense of danger," Sybil continued, her gaze intense. "Your skills would be very valuable, especially since you have experience of traveling in a wild, untamed land like this."
"Ah, I see." He finally managed to speak, averting his gaze. He felt both disappointed and relieved, but why? Was he hoping that she'd ask for him because-
"Anyway, it's going to be an interesting trip, and I'm looking forward to it." Sybil interrupted his thoughts, giving him a warm smile. "My father would've never even considered anything like this, if you hadn't spoken so highly of me." She smirked before taking a sip from her ale.
"I suppose, but he had a good reason to worry about your safety. The situation between the natives and the colonists is still tense— And if that wasn't enough, there's bandits and all kinds of wild beasts in these lands. The journey will be dangerous, and not to mention, exhausting. We will have to travel on foot, and I can't imagine it'll be a pleasant journey." He mused, scratching his chin.
"Yeah, you're right. But, that's what makes this mission interesting." Sybil giggled, flashing him a sly smirk. "But, enough chit-chat. Let's order another round!" She grinned, lifting the pint.
"Fine," Kurt chuckled. "Just don't get drunk— I won't carry you home."
"Oh? You won't?" She raised a brow, looking amused. "You sure?"
"For the love of god, what am I going to do with you?" Kurt sighed, shaking his head. What had he gotten himself into?
They got their drinks, and the conversation shifted to less serious matters. The night passed, and the hours flew by, as they spent the time talking, and getting to know each other better. Later, as the night grew older, the tavern became even livelier, the patrons drunk and loud. As Kurt had predicted, a few men had tried to make a move on Sybil, but they had retreated the moment she had flashed them a cold glare; Not on his watch, those fools.
Despite the drunkard fools, Kurt had to admit that he was having a good time. This definitely wasn't the worst way to spend his evening; The tavern was warm and cozy, the atmosphere was friendly, and Sybil was, well, charming. It wasn't easy for him to open up, and to relax and enjoy himself in the company of others, but Sybil was a joy to talk to. She was bright and witty, and he couldn't help but laugh at her stories, and her sarcastic remarks.
He had insisted she'd stay out of trouble tonight, but here he was, standing at the counter while watching her engaged in a game of dice. And, to his dismay, she was winning. The men surrounding her were a rough-looking lot, and they weren't pleased with the outcome of the game. A few of them were grumbling under their breath, while others were muttering curses, and complaining loudly.
Sybil smirked, and picked up her winnings. "Well, it's been a pleasure, gentlemen, but I must take my leave." She smiled, and turned around.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere, sweetheart," A tall, brawny man grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him. "You're coming with me. Now." The man's voice was low, his tone sinister.
"What the hell?" Sybil's brows knit together, and she tried to yank herself free from the man's grasp.
Kurt cursed under his breath, his hand automatically moving to the hilt of his sword. He took a step forward, but then stopped, noticing that Sybil wasn't as defenseless as she seemed. She lifted her knee, hitting the man right between the legs. He groaned, his grip on her loosening, and Sybil used the chance to elbow him in the stomach. He staggered, his back hitting the counter, and his knees buckled. Then, she grabbed him by the collar and smashed his face against the bar, causing him to pass out.
"What a fucking pig!" She spat, her expression filled with disgust.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked, approaching her.
"Yes. He was just drunk and horny. No big deal." She sighed, picking up her winnings.
"Ugh... Language, m'lady." He sighed.
"Oh, please," She rolled her eyes. "Don't act all prude. You curse like a sailor."
"Yeah, but..."
"Hey, you! Did you see what she did to my friend?" One of the men yelled, drawing his weapon. "Get her, boys!"
"That's it, I'm not holding back anymore." Kurt unsheathed his weapon, his gaze darkening.
"Alright, everyone! Get the hell out of here, before I call the guards!" Mathias boomed behind the counter.
"We're not done here!" The man who had yelled at Sybil growled, turning to face Kurt. "Let's settle this outside, pretty boy; One-on-one."
"That's an offer I can't refuse." Kurt grinned, following the man out of the tavern.
"You're such a showoff, Kurt." Sybil shook her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips.
"You're one to talk." He retorted, and walked out.
The two men stepped out, and the crowd gathered around them, cheering.
"Ready?" The man sneered, lifting his sword.
"When you are." Kurt replied, and tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade.
The man took a swing, and Kurt easily dodged the attack. He moved swiftly, blocking another attack, and parrying it with ease. The man's eyes widened, his confidence faltering, and his moves became sloppy.
"Is that all you've got?" Kurt taunted, smirking.
"Damn you!" The man roared, and charged at him, swinging his sword.
Kurt dodged the attack again and the blade sliced through the air, missing him. Bashing the hilt of his sword into the man's nose, he knocked him off his feet, and kicked his sword away.
"It's over." Kurt spoke, his voice cold.
"Fuck you!" The man snarled, holding his bleeding nose.
"No, fuck you." He retorted, and hit the man across the head, knocking him unconscious.
The crowd went silent, and their expressions were blank. Then, the silence was broken by Sybil's cheerful laughter.
"Wow, Kurt," She smiled, her eyes gleaming with delight. "That was impressive!"
"You think so?" He chuckled, sheathing his sword.
"You're not bad at talking smack either."
"I wasn't talking smack. Just telling him the truth." He replied, shrugging.
"Of course," Sybil chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Anyway, thanks for standing up for me."
"Well, that's what I'm here for." Kurt tried to sound nonchalant, but a soft smile formed on his lips.
"I guess we should head home." Sybil smiled again, and started walking down the street. "It's late."
"Right," He followed her, and fell in step beside her. "It's been a long night."
"But, it's been fun, no?" She glanced at him, her smile widening.
"Yes, it has." He agreed, and a contented smile crossed his lips.
The streets were quiet, and the full moon shone in the night sky, illuminating the cobblestone path. The silence was interrupted by the sound of their footsteps, and the wind was gently rustling the leaves of the trees. The two of them walked side by side, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other, and neither of them said a word.
It had been a long, tiring day, but Kurt couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. Spending time with Sybil in a more relaxed environment had been refreshing, and he had to admit that he truly enjoyed her company.
As they neared her family's estate, his smile faded, and his brows furrowed, a troubled look on his face. His duty was to protect her, and to make sure she was safe. That was it. There was no room for anything more. But, what would others think of him, if they saw them like this? Would they assume he was courting her? And, even though he wasn't, and he would never do such a thing, the mere thought was scandalous.
Kurt sighed, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Why was he thinking about this, anyway? He didn't want anything more from her. At least, that was what he tried to tell himself.