Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Courtly Love - Part I
Erik retired from the hall with a smile on his lips, leaving some letters and scribes behind him. He had other concerns, so he let the old ones rest a bit without enjoy the taste of his arrogance. Many interesting letters, undoubtedly funny while he would have to wait for the next elections anyway. He breathed the air of change once again.
Erik Eyolf: "It was lovely. A joke and an unexpected inflamed request. All in one night. Spectacular."
The Duke of Avamar mounted his horse and ride back to his estates, entering the city just with some Stormwalkers to open his way. Through the streets of the Old District he tamed the horse, relaxing to light his pipe and enjoy the herbs. His city comforted him. He wondered if the others felt the same way. If they ever had the same ambition before get tired of that spell. Before get old and boring. Maybe they have been born already old and boring.
Erik Eyolf: "How many children do you have, Enok?"
Enok: "Six, M'lord. A good soldier and five nightmares with skirts."
Erik Eyolf: "Six is a good number. But five girls? Do you have nightmares with me every night?"
Enok: "By the Gods, M'Lord! They are ugly like me, that's my luck! They will take care of me when I become too old if they don't find ugly husbands like them. And If I don't die with honour under your command, Sir."
Erik Eyolf: "If they are ugly as you say, it's better to die in battle... but not against a Westmorian."
The soldiers laughed. Erik knew his veterans by the name. It was a habit of when they fought side by side on the walls of Trinbar. The Silver Dragon was a charismatic leader. In the end, he had the same concerns. Probably far greater concerns: how to protect his daughters when his own example of lust was so evident and well known? However, now he had to think about his lineage. A lineage that he ostensibly sought to build. He entered the gardens of the Ivory Tower thinking about how to solve the problem.
Fortunately he had zealous wives to help him. The soldiers were intoxicated by the scent that invaded the garden. They saw a female figure of an odd delicacy, hiding her beauty under a royal-blue tunic with a hood casting shadows over her face, revealing scarlet lips and a garland of flowers that seemed to emit a soft light of it petals. The soldiers knelt immediately when they recognize the divinity of the High Priestess of Dolmbar. Ebella was there, Mistress of Seduction, Pleasure, Songs and Dances. Erik smiled to Elune, his first wife. He approached her. Her lips were always hot as the summer.
Erik Eyolf: "You came to relieve my torment?"
High Priestess: "Eilien is a daughter of Dolmbar. I'll teach her what you do not practice. Maybe it can quiet down your concerns."
Erik Eyolf: "Teach her... what?"
High Priestess: "Courtly love. Something you should learn as well."
Erik Eyolf: "You know me well, but this is very good. I thank you. In fact, let's enter and I will thank you with the appropriate courtesy."
In a minute all the worries disappeared. Following the advice of one of the old ones, Erik reinforce his fame. Wear pants was always a little uncomfortable in face of so beautiful deities.
