Post by Cora Mills on Oct 23, 2015 21:05:26 GMT
Cora loved working at the tavern. Mainly because she could hear the wonderful stories people told. She had used this job as an escape from her father. Her father wasn't particularly terrible...well, he was. The Miller was just a drunk. To anyone who asked, he was dead. This was true. He was dead to her. The alcohol that poisoned his insides made him act completely different. He hadn't much time to live, as there was no medicine to cure his damaged body. Alcohol was a curse, much worse than magic. But, still working in the tavern, it was her duty to serve it to whoever decided to walk inside.
A man who seemed to be already fairly drunk walked in the tavern. He was handsome and looked to be around her age. Love wasn't something that she normally eyed. Love, for all she knew, was weakness. Power would help her obtain her wants. If she found a prince, it'd be enough for her to survive. The simplistic needs of an ordinary girl at her age made her insides churn. She wanted more than peasant life. Marrying a peasant would keep her trapped in the circle of uncertainty. Royals had an eye on the whole kingdom. This is what comforted her.
As the people who seemed to be pirates walked in, they sat in a big open table and began to raise the volume of the room. She had just noticed there were more than one person walking in. The particular pirate sported an expensive looking leather jacket and exposed most of his chest. As he chuckled, he rose his left hand, except there seemed to be no hand at all. He had a silver hook where it should have been. Cora found this man enticing.
With her poise straight and refined, she pulled her cleavage down even further and walked over to the group of pirates and smiled widely. The pirate with the hook suddenly looked up to her and she found herself blushing. "What do you all want?"
A man who seemed to be already fairly drunk walked in the tavern. He was handsome and looked to be around her age. Love wasn't something that she normally eyed. Love, for all she knew, was weakness. Power would help her obtain her wants. If she found a prince, it'd be enough for her to survive. The simplistic needs of an ordinary girl at her age made her insides churn. She wanted more than peasant life. Marrying a peasant would keep her trapped in the circle of uncertainty. Royals had an eye on the whole kingdom. This is what comforted her.
As the people who seemed to be pirates walked in, they sat in a big open table and began to raise the volume of the room. She had just noticed there were more than one person walking in. The particular pirate sported an expensive looking leather jacket and exposed most of his chest. As he chuckled, he rose his left hand, except there seemed to be no hand at all. He had a silver hook where it should have been. Cora found this man enticing.
With her poise straight and refined, she pulled her cleavage down even further and walked over to the group of pirates and smiled widely. The pirate with the hook suddenly looked up to her and she found herself blushing. "What do you all want?"
