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A Morning With Him
She awoke with a start, sitting right up and casting fearful glances all around her. Emerald green eyes straining, looking to find some vile terror hidden within the dark corners of their bedroom. She even expected the shadows cast by the light of the nearby candle to start coming to life. But no matter how much she tried, to spot anything strange within the quiet confines of their humble quarters, she did not find anything. Nothing threatening, nothing malign. Nothing to indicate that the horrors which had plagued her dreams just now had somehow managed to follow her into the real world.
She turned her eyes to her side, and relief made it's way to her heart upon seeing the familiar figure of her sister Anna, still fast asleep. Her soft and feminine features set into a mask of contentment and serenity, chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. A faint smile made it's way to her lips, taking comfort in the fact that her sister was still here, alive and well.
Not like her. Not like in her dreams.
Looking away from her sister's sleeping form, her mind began to wander towards the things she had just seen. She knew that sooner or later, the nightmares would come to her. It was only natural, she explained to herself, considering all that she experienced before. But she had not expected them to come so soon, and in such vivid detail.
Of rough and filthy hands, grasping and fondling. Nails biting into her skin, drawing blood. Gaunt and sharp faces wearing hungry grins. Yellow eyes leering down. Bestial grunts and sadistic laughter emanating from filthy maws. Her own screams of pain and horror rising from her lips, as she was ravished mercilessly. Over and over again.
Next came the terrifying sight of her own belly, so heavily swollen. Full of even more of those green monsters, writhing and kicking within her fertile womb. And then they start clawing their way out, emerging from her flesh like some putrid tumor of sickly green, drenched in her own blood. Screeching at the moment of their unholy birth.
Finally, a tall armored figure came striding towards where she lay. It's every step like the tolling of heavy bronze bells. Twin red orbs of light shining through the slits of it's horned helm. Hatred radiating from it's dark form like a furnace. A raven perched on top of it's shoulder, cawing loudly and ominously. It's sword drawn and raised high. The blade descended. And all was dark.
A shuddering breath escaped Tanya's lips as she wrapped her arms protectively around herself, eyes closed shut. A cold and uncomfortable weight settled within her stomach. Fear and desperation nearly overcoming her. She started quietly praying to the White Dove for mercy, and to the Heldenhammer for protection. And slowly but surely, she began to calm, the pounding in her chest dying down and the cold grip of fear lessening. As though some invisible hand had driven away the evils assailing her soul, casting them away.
For now.
She opened her eyes once again and her hands settling upon her lap, her prayers finished. Just as before, everything around their room was as it should be. And the shadows all around her no longer felt so oppressive or dreadful. She took a glance towards the small, mechanical clock hanging by the nearby wall, a rather curious and novel item of Dwarfish make that her father had bought many years back. It was meant to tell the current time, and from what Tanya could see, it was only five in the morning. Still too early.
She turned her eyes away from the clock and looked down at her lap. A bitter scowl soon crept up her face, as thoughts about her recent nightmare came back to mind. She was no expert when it came to dreams. That was the field of Morrite priests, and only they could interpret their meaning. But whatever the meaning of her nightmare might be, Tanya was positive about one thing.
She would much rather die than allow such a thing to pass, to be brutally defiled and then forced to give life to such aberrations, those filthy beasts in green. How and why the Gods, in all their divine power and infinite wisdom, would so foolishly permit the very existence of such monsters, she knew not. It was baffling and most offensive. Almost like one big and cruel jest enacted by some heartless being from on high. And Tanya was not laughing.
She immediately discarded such depressing thoughts, shaking her head. She focused her mind instead on the more positive side of things, as difficult that was to believe considering recent events. For Tanya's horrible dream would have very well become harsh reality, had one particular man not arrive just in time to save her.
She took another deep breath and exhaled, willing herself to calm once again. Her throat felt a bit parched. A few sips of fresh water would relieve that, and help sooth her. And so she quietly and gently got out of their bed, taking care not to disturb her sister. Slipping on her cloth sandals, she grabbed the candlestick sitting on their small bedside table and made her way out of their room.
Emerging into the dark and narrow hallway, she searched her surroundings carefully, still rather skittish and wary. She silently berated herself for being all tense and afraid within her very own house, a rueful smile creeping up her face. And then her eyes were drawn to the room directly adjacent to their own. Where he was sleeping.
A warmth soon blossomed within her. And she could feel her lips slowly forming into a smile, one full of affection. The mere thought of him already served to drive away all the fear from her nightmares, akin to a thick, warm cloak being draped across her shuddering form during a cold and rainy night. Protective and comforting.
She felt the desire to check up on him. Nothing much, just a quick peek through the door to see how he was doing. And if by any chance, there was anything in particular she could do for him. And so she stepped towards the bedroom door, brought her hand to the iron-wrought knob, gave it a gentle turn, and pushed the door open.
When Tanya saw the inside of the bedroom however, she frowned in confusion. She pushed the door fully open and stepped inside. The bed was well-made. The few meager possessions on the nearby cabinet still in place, untouched. The small wooden table on the side was devoid of any clutter and the chair next to it unoccupied. The window left slightly open, allowing a cold and gentle breeze to pass through and making the curtains flutter.
But the room's sole tenant was gone. His armor stood on a net pile on the corner of the room but none of his weapons were here. Which could only mean one thing.
"Gone for another morning stroll are we?" she thought sarcastically, but feeling no small amount of concern for him.
She quickly turned about and walked out of the room, her need for water now forgotten. She made her way down the flight of stairs as quickly as she could, lifting the skirts of her nightgown with her free hand to keep herself from tripping. Arriving at the main floor of their house, she searched all around her once more.
The dining area was back in it's proper place, the dead bodies that had once littered the area were long since disposed. All the cluttered items put away and the dining table now standing at the center, along with all the chairs in place and in order. A few embers were still within the fireplace, casting what little light and warmth it could. The floors and walls washed and scrubbed clean. The window boards that had been smashed apart were all replaced with newer and sturdier ones. And of course, their front door which had been broken down was also replaced.
But none of this served to interest her. Only the simple fact that he was not here also. She turned and stepped to the side, making her way into the larder. Thinking that perhaps he was inside, probably having gotten hungry and was looking for a meal. But when she opened the door, her heart only fell even further when she saw no one inside.
She turned around and left, hurrying towards the main entrance. Opening the door, Tanya made her way just outside their house and began looking around. Everything was still quite dark outside this early in the morning, with not even any stars out due to the constant cloudy skies. And as always, it was still rather cold even in the middle of the summer, a chilling wind blowing through the land from the north. And Tanya's thin, cotton-spun nightgown did not offer much warmth, making her shiver a little.
She cared not for any of this though. She was too busy looking for him. By now she had already gotten a better understanding of the man's character. And the elder Stahlhart had grown to truly care for that strange man. Much more so than when she first nursed him back to health. Which is why she was hoping to find him still in bed this morning, enjoying some well deserved sleep, instead of being up and about.
But as she soon spotted a warm yellow glow on the distance, just outside the edge of the farm, she felt her heart rise and then fall shortly after. For she knew he was working quite early. Again.
Gathering up her skirts in one hand, Tanya made her way towards that light. At night and in the early hours of the day, it was much more quiet around these rural parts of the province, and sound could travel for miles away in every direction. She could hear the distinct sounds of some unknown beast howling in the distance, but whether it was just a wolf or something else entirely, she knew not. Nor did she really wanted to find out. A sliver of fear began to crawl it's way up her spine, but Tanya chose to ignore it and instead focused on the audible sounds of scrunching dirt and metal striking against earth.
As she approached the edge of their farm, the ground beneath began to slowly decline and the source of that light she was following came from an oil lamp lying on the ground, illuminating the hunched form of a large figure, armed with a shovel and in the process of digging.
Tanya could not help but make a wry smile as she stared at him, feeling both happy and a tiny bit angry. It truly warmed her heart to have met a man so diligent and hardworking as he; so responsible and reliable. Almost like her father in a way, now that she thought about it. But unlike her father, this man had a bad habit of working too hard and too much, while not taking enough time to rest. Making Tanya worried as a result.
Shame on him for this. He probably would not mind if she were to disturb his work.
"Good morning!" she said out loud, her cheerful greeting to him, as she stepped closer to him and halted right next to where he stood.
He paused at his task upon hearing her words, the shovel within his hands paused mid thrust before lowering it. He then turned fully towards her in attention.
"Good morning" a deep voice, calm and even, greeted her in return.
He was currently dressed in a white woolen shirt with the long sleeves dyed a shade of blue, a pair of dark cotton trousers and a pair of sturdy hobnailed boots. Strapped onto his torso was his harness, with all of his many throwing knives and his twin triple-bladed daggers sheathed within. And on his waist was his sword belt and with his shortsword sheathed at his side.
The clothes he was wearing once belonged to her father and Tanya had decided to lend it to him since he did not have any spare clothes of his own. The shirt and trousers fitted his powerful and well-developed physique quite nicely, and Tanya once again could not help but run her eyes all over his body appreciatively.
The times when he was still lying in bed fast asleep as he recovered from his wounds remained a fresh memory to Tanya, and she perfectly recalled the times when she and Anna had to bathe him and dress him up while he was still asleep. Suffice to say, both sisters had become well educated in the male form during their time spent caring for him. And as a further consequence, Tanya and Anna had grown just a bit less innocent.
Especially Anna. Her sweet baby sister had not been able to keep herself from touching. Bad. But then again, Tanya didn't really do anything to stop her, or even try to reprimand her afterwards. Worse.
Returning to the Slayer's current wardrobe, he had actually wanted to wear only his armor, saying that he would be perfectly fine with just that during the entirety of his stay with them and that they did not need to furnish him any other clothes. Tanya and Anna would have none of it and had insisted that he changed into something cleaner and more comfortable, instead of allowing him to work, eat and sleep in just a suit of armor that was in a poor state of disrepair.
Not to mention that it was in dire need of a good wash. And Tanya refused to allow the Fly Lord his victory over her dear savior.
"Your up pretty early" she pointed out, smiling pleasantly, trying to make conversation.
"Yes I am" was his simple reply to her, shortly before he turned away from her and resumed his task, digging out more earth.
Her smile turned wry, regarding him sympathetically. A good and honest man he maybe, of that she had doubts. But he was also lacking in social skills. Luckily for him, as a devout Shallyan, Tanya had already made it her personal quest to cure him of this little 'ailment'. And she already knew just the remedy for it. Talking.
She placed the candle stick on the ground and then folded her arms beneath her bosom, smiling pleasantly once more. "May I ask why?"
"Plenty of work that needs to be finished. So I must start early" was his matter of fact reply. It always was with him, Tanya had learned during his stay with them.
"And what are you working on?" she asked once again, genuinely curious.
"A fence
"A fence?" she parroted, looking rather bemused.
She studied his current work more closely. The Slayer was currently digging a small hole on the ground. Lying on the earth near to his side were several wooden posts of about eight feet in length and thicker than her leg, their ends already sharpened. Turning her sight towards the other side, she could see about a dozen other posts already standing in place, each one planted firmly on the ground and spaced evenly from one another by about three feet.
"I see" Tanya nodded a bit uncertainly, before she turned her eyes back to the Slayer. "And may I ask why you're building a new fence for us?"
"Your farm is too open. Poorly defensible" another straight answer, all calm and cool.
He placed the shovel to the side and then went over to the small pile of wooden posts. He easily pulled one of them off and dragged it over to where he dug the hole. With nary a grunt of effort, he muscled the long and heavy wooden post to an upright position and lodged one end of it into the hole, fitting inside rather snugly. Now with the post in place, he began shoveling back some dirt into the spaces around the post and packed the earth real nice.
"And you believe a simple fence would be enough to remedy this?" she politely debated, looking dubiously at him. It was not as if she did not understand his points nor did she disagree. Having been raised by a father who was a former military officer, Tanya had come to learn a thing or two about defensive fortifications and their importance. And past events have already revealed a serious lack of security in the Stahlhart property. But would a wooden fence even be enough? Somehow she had her doubts about that.
"It would help keep the Goblins out, that I know for certain" was his immediate counter.
Ah, of course. She couldn't really argue with that one. In fact, after all the things that happened last time, any measures put in place to keep those cursed abominations out was quite welcome.
"And I intend to make this fence high enough and strong enough to deny even a Hob entry" he added, digging out another hole for the next post.
"Wait, a Hob?" she quickly asked, not knowing what that meant.
"Hobgoblin" was his succinct answer. Which did not really explain much to Tanya as she stared at him blankly. But almost as though sensing her confusion, he explained further. "A larger and stronger species of Goblin"
"Oh. An Orc you mean" she nodded in understanding, the image of those big, dumb brutes coming to mind.
"Orc?" his head tilted slightly to the side in confusion, before he grunted and said "I suppose that's a different name for them"
"I suppose so" she shrugged her shoulders.
Tanya was not knowledgeable when it comes to Greenskins, and if she were to be perfectly honest, she really did not wish to know more about them. In fact, she did not wish to have anything to do with such creatures, least of all knowing what many different types there is. The ones who tried to have their way with her had given her plenty of knowledge already, and she no longer wish to know more.
The man had lapsed into silence once more as he continued to work. A soft, warm smile made it's way to her lips unbidden. Such diligence and drive. Such bravery and selflessness. All admirable qualities she desired in a man. And she loved a man who was so hardworking and reliable. But there was such a thing as working too much. And this man seem to be in the habit of working too hard and staying up long, leaving very little time for rest.
She did not want him to push himself so much, to risk his own health and well-being after everything she had done to care for him. That's when another thought came to mind.
"By the way, how long have been up?" came her new query, frowning at him, already suspecting the answer.
"About two hours now" was his honest reply. Tanya had to repress the urge to sigh. Yes, this man really did not allow himself enough rest. Another little problem of his that she intended to rectify.
"And what have you been doing since you got up, before you started on this fence I mean?" she asked once more, though she already suspected the answer to this one as well. Just one look at his heavily armed state was enough of a hint.
"I made a few rounds along the entire vicinity of the farm, to see if any of the Goblins had returned. But I found none" And there it was.
Tanya just stared at him openly, torn between feeling pleased and exasperated. And so she simply settled with sighing tiredly, no longer surprised by this habit of his. He had done the same thing for the last three days now after all. Conducting his patrols late in the evening and in the early morning, with a vigilance and steadfastness that would make a Black Guard of Morr nod in approval. And from the looks of it, he would continue doing so for the rest of his stay with them.
Not that she was complaining, oh no. Tanya definitely appreciated the extra security that his presence provided to her and Anna. Otherwise, they would have been too frightened to stay in their own home. If it was simply him acting as their personal guard then it would have been perfectly fine for Tanya.
However, on top of watching over them and their farm, the man was also serving as armed escort for the loggers and hunters who went into the woods and as a guard for the builders reconstructing the damaged parts of the village walls. Add in the fact that he was also serving as a laborer for Tanya and Anna, helping with whatever work here in the farm, such as building this new fence for example, and it was just too much.
Not to mention that he had also fixed their door and windows for them a couple days prior.
It was starting to make Tanya more than a little guilty, for it looked as if they were taking advantage of him, turning the poor man into their slave or something. Especially since she has yet to actually pay him, though in her defense, the man himself has yet to ask her for payment or even set up a proper date for when payment should be made.
She could try to convince him to lessen his own workload, using a perfectly reasonable argument.
"Don't you think this is a bit overmuch? You still got more work to do over at the village later, and you wont be back until sundown. Perhaps it's best you put this little project on hold for now. You could certainly use the spare time for rest" she said to him gently but firmly, hoping he would see reason.
But as always, he would stubbornly refuse. And counter with a perfectly logical argument of his own.
"I do not mind, for I am well accustomed to hard labor. And I cannot delay the construction of this fence, lest the Goblins return and they find your farm most vulnerable"
Tanya pursed her lips, feeling annoyed. She had already expected such a reply from him, and she understood his points very well, but it was still rather irksome that he refuses to see things her way. Normally she would just let the matter drop and speak to him about it at a later time. But no, this time it would be different. This time Tanya was going to put her foot down and he would obey. After all, was she not the Lady of this house and rightful owner of this farm? And by their prior agreement, was she also not his current employer?
It was time to be hard.
"Look, I understand that the farm could use some fortifying and a fence would be a good step towards that, but you don't have to be the one who needs to do it" Tanya argued back once more, tone taking in a harder edge, emerald eyes glaring at him more determinedly. "It can be done at a later time, and I can have some of the men over at the village to come here and do it for me. So it is best you simply put away that shovel and just go back inside the house"
He halted in his task upon hearing her commands. And she watched him drop the shovel to the ground, making her nod in approval. It would seem she had finally gotten through to him. She hadn't wanted to talk to him in this way but it had to be done. It was for his own good after all. And it helped sooth her own conscience
But just when she thought the man would begin cleaning away all his materials, he instead stood on his full height and turned fully towards her. The light from the nearby lamp cast a warm glow over his face, and it served to grant him a radiant sort of beauty. And Tanya was suddenly struck by the intense desire to pull him close and capture his lips with her own.
But she did not act on it. For she did not trust herself enough not to allow such an act to escalate, leading into something that would bring about her own dishonor and ruin.
"Were you not the one who demanded my services here on the farm, in exchange for all the trouble I caused you and your sister?" came his counter to her little argument, his voice growing lower yet colder.
Ouch. Did he just use her own words against her? Rather low of him.
"Ahem. Yes, I did say that" she said uncomfortably, cheeks flushing as she looked away, feeling rather embarrassed. She definitely remembered that little conversation, though she really did not mean it in that way. She simply used it as a reason to have him by her side. And perhaps she may have also done it to deny one particular maid the chance to sink her fangs into him.
Gods, when had she started becoming such a wicked woman, that she would even compete against her own friend just for the affections of one man. A very fine specimen of a man yes, but still.
"Then allow me to perform this task as service to you. For everything I do is for you and your sister's protection" he added, further driving his point home.
She sighed once again, feeling rather weary of this exchange. This was not what she wanted to happen, to cause an argument with him this early in the morning. She will have to approach this from a different angle. The last thing she needed was for their relationship to go sour over something so simple. She turned her eyes back towards him, looking straight into his own crimson orbs.
"I understand. Really, I do" she began, both placating and slightly pleading. " But is it too much for me to ask, that you simply do less work than absolutely necessary? That I want you to take better care of yourself? Is this too unreasonable a request Herr Slayer"
He did not answer right away, falling silent. He was rather stoic and quiet by nature, making his emotions and thoughts difficult to discern. But Tanya had always been good at reading people. And she knew he was contemplating her words at the moment, giving it careful thought. And so she pressed on.
"You have already done so much for us. More than any of us have any right to demand. So please, you need to stop. For if you continue to do more, then I fear we would fall even deeper into your debt, and I would not know how best to repay you" she looked away after that rather heartfelt plea, a sad look gracing her lovely face.
"And I don't know if I could bear to part with you, should the time come when you must leave. And you continuing to be so good and so kind, is making that decision harder and harder to make" were the words she wished to say, but could not give voice to them. Lest she make herself look even more pathetic than she already was.
Such a thing would not have been a problem, had he proven to be everything the others once cautioned her about. That he was a bad man and that she was better off throwing him away. But he wasn't.
So far, he was beginning to prove himself to be everything that Tanya ever desired in a man. And ever since he had saved her life and her sister's life, she was becoming more and more dependent on him, thus fearing for their safety, for their very survival should he decide to leave them. And she knew he eventually will. He has to go back home after all
But Tanya didn't want him to. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him stay with them for all time. And for that, she felt ashamed of herself.
"I believe the opposite, Lady Stahlhart"
That startled Tanya out of her brooding, making her turn her eyes back towards him in surprise. "How so?"
"I believe I am the one who is indebted to you" he spoke with no small amount of certainty.
"What on earth do you mean?" she asked, bemused by his words. "How can you be in our debt, when it was you who saved me and my sister? You even saved our village from a Greenskin horde and now you continue to work for us. It is we who must repay you, Herr Slayer"
Truly, all of his deeds so far would have been enough to earn him a horse or two, a weeks worth of rations and a fat purse full of coins as he went on his way home. And had he been a Knight or some highborn lord, then he would have every right to any woman of his choosing. Tanya was still preparing herself for that last one. She just hoped that he won't set his sights on dear Anna. She's too young.
However, The Slayer's next words would serve to doom her maiden heart.
"But you and your sister also saved my life, did you not? You took me in and cared for me, when you could have simply left me to die. And for that, I am eternally grateful" He bowed respectfully after he said this, and this caused Tanya's cheeks to flush once more as she listened, all shy and demure.
Standing straight once more, he continued. His voice clear and resolute. "And that is why for as long as I am here, no Goblin shall dare lay a hand on you and yours. I shall take every step towards ensuring you and your village shall remain safe from them, even long after I am gone. This I promise"
"But why?" she asked once more, her voice faltering somewhat as warm and tender feelings began to well withing her breast, truly moved and pleased by his nobility. And feeling unworthy of him. "Why would you do so much for us? Why do you care so much for people who are nothing but strangers to you?"
And in a rare show of emotion, the Goblin Slayer smiled at her. A soft and tender smile mirrored by the warmth in his crimson eyes, serving to make him even more breathtakingly handsome. And Tanya felt her heart skip a beat, a burning need rising deep within her. She rightfully ignored it and focused upon the his next words.
"A person most dear to me had once taught me the importance of returning ones kindness. So I am merely trying to return the kindness you and your sister had given to me" he said to her, earnest and sincere, smiling all the while.
And then his face saddened, his smile faltering. "And I know what it is like to hope and pray for salvation, only for none to arrive. If it is within my power, I would spare you all from such a fate"
Tanya did not speak immediately after that, surprised and saddened by his admission. Right then she finally understood why this man was willing to do so much for them while asking little in return. She felt her heart ache for him then, for she understood very well what he meant. Understood his pain. And Tanya would seek to relieve it, in anyway she could.
She finally made up her mind. She would no longer try to hold him back. Instead she would do her best to support him. Be the rock for him to lean on when his strength falters. Be the one to raise him up when he is down. And to be the one who would comfort him when his needs arise.
"Very well" she nodded to him and gestured for him to continue his work. And so the Slayer turned back towards his task, picking up his discarded tool and resumed his work.
"Since I'm already up now, I might as well have breakfast ready. Is there anything you would like in particular?" she said, taking the candlestick from the ground.
He pauses for a moment, almost as if in thought. Only for him to continue on his task as he calmly spoke. "There is nothing I prefer. Anything you wish to offer would be appreciated"
"Oh? Anything I wish is it?" her eyes began to twinkle with hidden mirth.
"Yes" he nodded in response.
"Very well then" she grinned playfully at him, before turning around and heading back towards the house. She looked slightly over her shoulder and called out "The food will be ready in an hour. Please don't be late"
"I won't" another succinct response.
Satisfied with that, Tanya continued on her way, in higher spirits and with a clearer sense of purpose than when she first got up. She cast a quick glance over to the horizon. The sun has yet to rise and it was still rather dark. The Slayer would not be leaving to join Wulfrik and the others for at least an hour more. Plenty of time to prepare their morning meal.
Opening the their front door, she quickly stepped back inside their humble home and padded over to the fireplace. She took the nearby poker and started stoking the dying flames back to life. After adding more wood and blowing onto them, the fire was once again burning bright and strong, flooding the entire main floor with light and warmth.
With that done, Tanya made her way over to the larder to get all the ingredients she needed. She grabbed a nearby wicker basket and began collecting some eggs, a wheel of cheese, a few potatoes and a couple loafs of bread. She went out of the larder for moment and set the basket full of food onto the kitchen counter before heading back inside one more time. She quickly padded over to one of the nearby barrels where she stored their meats. Opening the lid, she took out a long string of wursts and a thick slice of pork belly. With all the ingredients she needed now on hand, Tanya exited the larder and went back to the kitchen counter.
Setting the rest of her ingredients on the counter, Tanya quickly washed her hands on a nearby basin full of water. After that, she grabbed one of the aprons and put it on. And with that done, she began preparing their breakfast for the morning, humming a merry tune as she did so.
The Slayer said he would appreciate anything she wished to offer? And that there was nothing he particularly wanted? That was practically an invitation for Tanya to go and make for him a nice and hearty breakfast fit for a lord.
And after his little declaration earlier, Tanya was going to make sure that he starts feeling like a lord during the entirety of his stay with them. Perhaps then he might decide to live here indefinitely.
After all, life was short and fleeting. So it was about time that she went and find herself a husband. The mere notion brought a deep shade of red to Tanya's face, and sent a pleasant warmth somewhere between her thighs.
And so the young lady of the Stahlhart residence continued on her day, all happy and inspired. With all thoughts of her nightmare, unfortunately, completely forgotten.
Author's Notes: A rather quick and short chapter this one, I know, with not really a lot happening. This was only a third of the entire chapter I had planned on posting. But most of the other scenes had not been properly edited or proofread yet, plus I had made you all wait for far too long already, so I decided to cut this chapter short and post this now. To serve as my belated Valentines gift to you all.
I got no chocolates on me here, but I'm sure this chapter is filled with enough sweetness and spice to tide you all up. ;)
I hoped you all enjoyed this one. And know that this was only Tanya's side. As the title may imply, this chapter and the next one after it shall be focused more on GS's time spent with all the other main casts in this story, and in the process, learn more of the world he has found himself in.
That's all for now. Hope you all enjoyed this humble work of mine and please, leave a comment or a review down below and let me know what you guys think. All ideas are welcome.
John out! :D