“I’ll be right there!” That has become my catchphrase ever since working in the tavern. I went from a royal guard to a beer wench.  Due to my injuries, I was forced to retire. Due to the severity of them, I couldn’t make the journey home alone. I was on the streets till the bartender rescued me. It’s been four years helping him and eleven years away from home completely. I was able to become apart of the head section and had to be at the main camp which was days away from home. Life was great then. Being at the top of my prime and kicking butt. All I long for now is just to settle down and have a family.  A girl can dream can’t she?

Speaking of dreaming a rather dreamy man walked into the tavern. He was a demon but definitely didn’t have the intimidation factor. There was something different about him. He just seemed so….Human? He seemed so uncomfortable in the crowd.

“Excuse me sir, would you like me to seat you now?” I asked in my sickly sweet voice.

“Yes if you could,” he replied looking down at me.

Now this guy was tall and I was short. He’s about 6’5” and I’m like 5 foot exact. I was like a child leading a giant. Hopefully he was a friendly one though. I’m getting super sick of all the jerks running around here.

Audrey Bublitz