[Center][h1][color=184C3B]Jessi[/color][/h1][/center]


This was a very confusing situation the two found themselves in. Why was Emilia being so friendly to them? Did she forget Fei’s mother was the one that killed her father? Or was there some hidden agenda behind the puppet masters hospitality? Even though it was probably the later, Jessi and Fei were in no position to question it. After the short explanation of what their accommodations would be, Jessi thanked Emilia and followed the servants to his and Fei’s quarters.

Once they arrived and the servant was dismissed, Jessi looked around in amazement. Tapestries lined the walls adding color and life to the room. Furniture of excellent craftsmanship filled the room just enough that it didn’t feel empty, but far from over crowded. There was even a porch if you wanted a view of the desert town. Finally the bed. It was not just a queen, it was fit for one as well. The sheets were the finest silk he had seen with a large fur cover that looked to be from a lion like beast. 

Never had he seen such a beautiful room, let alone stayed in one. It was so impressive that for a moment he forgot that there was only one bed for the two of them. Once this fact came back to him, he knew he would need to forfeit the bed. [color=184C3B]”I’ll. Take the floor.”[/color] he stated just to make sure his intentions were clear. As much as he longed to lay on what he imagined was the closest you could get to a cloud, his report to Asgard was already gonna be a shit storm. Getting attacked at a tavern, letting an ogress kidnap the princess, and then being saved and staying with her mortal enemy. Last thing he needed to top that list would be Slept in same bed as her daughter.

With that he set his spear against the wall and sat down at a writing desk in the corner of the room. Undoing the leather straps on his armor he began taking each piece off and dropping it to the ground with a large *thud*. Jessi felt 100 times lighter as the weight was literally removed from his shoulders. Last but not least, he pulled his headband off and tossed it onto the desk. As it left contact with Jessi it transformed into it’s tome form, a gray and sherwood green book with intricate gold details across the covers.

Once Jessi no longer had his tome, all his senses dulled. Things moved faster around him, colors became less vibrant, distinctive sounds now all blurred together in the background, but most importantly, all the pain in his body dulled. He was probably bruised and maybe had a few cracked bones, not to mention he was exhausted from all the fighting, but for now he could finally relax.

The silence in the room started to feel awkward, and although previous attempts at conversation were met with backlash, Jessi figured he’d give it another go. [color=184C3B]”So. She seems nice. How long you think before she tries to turn us into one of those puppet things?”[/color]

[@KoL][@BlueAjah]