How do you heal and move on? How do you sustain a healthy relationship? How do you know they're the one? All questions that plague Charlie Heart late at night. At 25 you're meant to have things 'figured out', but nothing about Charlie's life could possibly be sorted. Working at an accounting firm hoping to make connections with the many art galleries they have accounts with, all she knows is that she loves to paint, and that there has to be more to life. That is until she meets Lakyn Carson. Tall, dark, handsome and trouble, or is he? 

A book about love and heartbreak, about healing from the past and moving on from trauma. A book about the good and the bad we find in people, and how to heal as an adult from trauma inflicted in our adolescence. 

You have a dice, each number has a consequence; I call it a gift. Whichever number you get, its meant for you. Are you ready to roll it?

If so; shake, toss and count.

SRUK!

Chen finally managed to remove Li Shi Ying upper clothes, leaving the girl's upper body bare.

The way Chen removed Li Shi Ying's clothes was quite rough, but he just wanted to finish cleaning her as fast as possible.

Usually, Chen's actions should wake up the sleeping beauty but because of the medicine Jiu Wei had fed her, the sleeping beauty felt extremely sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

So... Chen was safe. For now.

BOINGGG...

The two blobs of pudding on Li Shi Ying chest immediately jiggled when her clothes were removed. Her creamy, white skin was exposed freely to Chen's eyes, looking incredibly attractive and alluring.

!! 

Chen unconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling his blood beginning to boil. That pudding looks so delicious...

.... wait, WHAT?!! 

"Ukh...." Chen quickly averted his gaze from the 'seductive' scene in front of his eyes. He nearly lost control just now. How embarrassing!! 

Oh God...why you have to test him like this??!! He is a man!! Which man would be able to have pure intentions when he saw such a scene in front of him??!! 

Okay, okay, let's focus on completing the job first. He had to do it as soon as possible! Otherwise...his self-control might run out! 

SPLASH. 

Chen took the fabric and dipped it inside of the bucket of warm water he'd brought earlier.

GYUUTTT.

Chen then squeezed the fabric, gently placing the fabric on the Li Shi Ying's neck.

Chen had to clean up Li Shi Ying's neck first. But this...was still a huge challenge for him.

Chen covered his eyes with his left hand, leaving just a small hole to see the parts which he needed to wash. With this, he could minimize the chance to see what he shouldn't see.

Chen began to wipe Li Shi Ying's neck with the soft fabric in his grasp. Even though Chen's eyes were covered with his left hand.... he could still see the fair skin he was cleaning with the fabric.

Li Shi Ying's fair skin glistened charmingly after the warm water from the bucket touched her skin.

Drop after drop of water slid slowly down her soft skin, looking very alluring.

😵 Oh God...this is just a neck!! Why the hell does it have to be this difficult?! 

Chen proceeds to hold back his beastly desires as he cleaned Li Shi Ying's neck with a very high speed. He was suffering from mental problems so he couldn't stay still for too long! 

SPLASH! 

"Fuh...now chest area..." Chen soaked the fabric in the water again, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead. While washing Li Shi Ying neck, he was holding back his eyes and thoughts, so they didn't wander in the wrong direction.

This took quite a lot of his mental energy resulting in him having cold sweats.

GYUT. GYUT. 

After Chen squeezed the fabric, he continued with the next part. It's just this part.... was so damn difficult to wash.

It was the chest!! 

Oh God 😵 could he skip this part?! It wouldn't be a problem not to clean up this area, right? RIGHT?! 

Just when Chen was about to skip the chest area and move onto another spot, he recalled Jiu Wei instruction.

"Your Highness, it may be difficult for you, but you have to absolutely wash mistress's chest area too. It's an important area for young lady, therefore, it has to be cleaned." 

This message from Jiu Wei made Chen's hand stop.

.... Jiu Wei said it's important to clean the chest area too! 

😫😫 But!!! 

Chen kneaded his tired forehead, reluctantly moving his hand towards Li Shi Ying's chest area.

He started with the collarbone and the shoulder. Chen washed Li Shi Ying's skin carefully, afraid to irritate her delicate skin.

After he had a drug out his duty to wash her chest area...Chen ultimately had to face his 'fear'.

He had cleaned all the chest area except one thing. Eh...two things, I mean.

The boobs! 

😖 F-finally the time has come for him to face the final boss...the final boss of the chest area...Mrs. Pudding!! 

Chen took a deep breath as he kept his eyes covered by his left hand, leaving only a small hole to peek.

Let's get this done as fast as he could!!

Ready....1....2....3...Go! 

GYUT.

The fabric dipped in warm water finally touched Mrs. Pudding. The way to wash it was actually not that difficult, you only needed to put the fabric on top of Mrs. Pudding and rub, but!

Chen who didn't know this...squeezed Mrs. Pudding instead of rubbing it!! 

.... what is this thing? Why the hell is it so damn soft and springy? 

Chen who was oblivious to the sexual harassment he'd just committed, kept innocently squeezing Mrs. Pudding with the fabric, rubbing gently.

When the fabric had caressed Mrs. Pudding, Mrs. Pudding lightly jiggled under Chen's hand and the water drops that covered the area made Mrs. Pudding look shiny and delicious.

GULP.

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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2. I Become Baby Mafia Boss (on-going)

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It was not yet light outside, as footsteps quietly made its way across a thin veil of snow that was falling. The figure was dressed in coarse blue clothing that had become a dull color. Her hair was plaited into braids on both sides of her head without the need for ribbons, in her hand was a woven basket, covered with a cloth. Her cloth shoes made imprints in the dust snow as they trekked across the cold territory. The shoe prints were accompanied by the pawprints of a small creature.

If any unfortunate soul were to suddenly chance upon the place where her shoe prints began, they would surely be frightened to death, as the shoe prints had appeared in the middle of nowhere.

Xue'er stopped and turned around to see little shadow following close behind her "Fine, you can get in." She truly surrendered to this little creature and allowed it to jump into her basket. After covering it up in the cloth, she whispered to the basket, "When there is a need for the basket, you will come out." seeing as there was no answer, she took it as a yes and continued walking.

Xue'er once again arrives at the outskirts of Lin Zhi City. The city gates that had been closed for the night had yet to reopen, leaving a few people waiting outside.

Walking past the people who had queued up to enter the city, Xue'er could feel their disdainful gazes upon her shoulders. It was not as though she cared, but she knew that this getup was showing that she was a poor country girl.

Without being bothered by those scornful gazes, she went to the back of the queue to wait. Looking in front of her, she could see a few middle-aged men and women lined up with their carts, ready to enter the city. They were all wrapped in layers of cotton cloaks, yet still continued to shiver. 

As the rays of dawn shone, taking place of darkness, the gates to the city finally opened to let them in. The people who were waiting obediently entered the city in an orderly manner. The soldiers occasionally probed the covered carts to make sure no fugitives were hiding within, but other than that there was no other action. There was much more concern with the people leaving the city than those entering it, as they believed that once a person entered, they were at the mercy of those surrounding it.

"What's inside?" A guard of the city asked as he probed the basket.

Xue'er lifted up the cloth to reveal some white fur. It was unknown whether the creature this fur was attached to was alive or dead, as the frigid wind had numbed every living creature's exposed skin, so it was impossible for them to feel anything.

"I was thinking of selling this… fox… its pelt seems nice, and its flesh will probably fetch a good price." Xue'er replied licking her lips as she covered the basket once again.

The soldier only looked at her from head to toe, perhaps judging her for a bit before allowing her to enter the city without any more questions.

Once they were past the guard, some angry growls emanated from the basket, it was though little shadow had heard of the plans of selling its fur and flesh.

"It's not my fault that fur and meat are so precious around here." She said with a shrug, ignoring little shadow's angry growls. Though that concept was true for every city. In a place where there were no animals around, fur and meat was truly a precious commodity.

She walked past the wanted posters once again, sneaking a look to see if anything had changed. It was the same as before, the rewards remained the same. There were no updates on who had been captured, and who was still on the run, it could be seen that this city did not put much of an emphasis on capturing any of them.

The city had long rescinded on the very vibrant vermillion that was once the color of everything. The people who were dressed in warm cloaks did not wear any bright colors as well.

Xue'er had already thought about it. They had come to the city to buy some commodities, she had plans of getting a few yards of fabric for clothes making and embroidery. 

She entered a common fabric store and looked around. Though the fabrics here were mostly coarse, such as hemp, linen, or cotton, and there were no goods such as the luxurious silk, it was already good enough for her to take a look around.

Her hands brushed against the woven fibers as she checked the quality of the fabric. She preferred either linen or cotton. Hemp was too uncomfortable on the skin and coarsely woven, so it would only best to have it as an outer layer, having cotton as a lining inside.

"A bolt of this fabric." Xue'er said, pointing to dark blue cotton fabric.

The fabric that she chose was only five coins, which was quickly paid for as Xue'er rummaged through her pockets. After getting the bolt of fabric, she got little shadow to come out before folding it and placing it in. After which, little jumped right back in to snuggle.

After covering up the basket once more, Xue'er looked around at the shops that were open. There was a jerk that sold dried jerky by the catty, it was a shop off the corner of a busy street, where people would always be walking. Behind the store, one could smell the scent of a burning fire that brought along with it the scent of the meat within. Such that one could guess that everything within the shop was produced right there.

The scent floated around, lingering in the air, as though attracting the hunger-stricken people with a temptation that was hard to resist.

The shop was quite busy, with quite a lot of people coming in and out, each carrying a few catties worth of dried meat. Since the meat brought from the store could last for a while, it was perfectly suited for long-distance travel, the only downside being, the jerky would be hard on the teeth as the tenderness increased with age.

Outside the store, there was a sign that said [Made Fresh, the best Jerky in the City] the sign seemed to be a working charm on the people. Paired with the smell, it was simply too hard to resist.

Just as Xue'er was about to walk away, there was a movement in the basket. Looking down, there was a small twitching nose sticking out with half a drooping tongue from under the cloth.

It was apparent that little shadow had been convinced by the smell alone.

"Fine." She turned around and went into the jerky shop.

It was not truly giving into little shadow's demands for a bite of jerky, so much as trying some jerky to satisfy her curiosity.

A tale of a young girl as she goes on her journey...
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Alternate synopsis (Chapter 13):

"Let me tell you about something of mine old friend, something that I have never told anyone, not even the most loyal of my servants know. Will you listen?"

"Do go ahead."

"It started long ago when I wanted to find a way to allow humans to be free from pain and death. I was on one of my travels when I came across a little child, she couldn't have been more than an infant, presumably abandoned. So I took her in. I wanted to make an elixir that could eradicate all disease and allow a person to live on, for a long time."

"You know that such a medicine is impossible, what you are talking about can only ever exist in the legends and myths."

"Oh is it…"

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What's my worth? My value in life? How can I as a nobody become known maybe it's the critical dealing of this political feelings? Thy trust in self doubt in father and thy mother is long lost with the feeling of betrayal and unknown thought. 

"My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." Staring out into the white cold covered grounds of the garden yet the feeling of pass sadness came with the cold. " Am I really good? Or am I not?" Questioning my self again as the needle poked they the fabric slowly, even if this room was full of trash it was my trash only. Must I suffer for a death I haven't caused? Am I weak for crying for the love of a man my older sister sued against me? What a Lummox!!! 


Fake your purity until something that was never yours becomes another's. 


"Can you help me sister! I lost my favorite handkerchief!"  The way your eyes rested over caught this fallen little girl over. 'I remember how you frantically cried to me about that old thing I made for your birthday, so I made you a new one with the riches fabric I had which was a pure white fabric with pink string and I made you another.'

'Instead of thinking this fool you cried to the king and said o stole, the proof of blood dripping down my fingers from endless hours of trying to make it nice and beautiful went to waste as a flog hit the bare of my back. My screams went to empty eyes of other. Turning there back on the quivering girl the girl who begged for forgiveness only to be added more flogs. '

'Such a torture mechanism! Created only to raise hell upone this princess!! Should I cry over spelt milk or should I fall to my knees and beg for a second chance. The Gods and goddesses above heard my plead and gave me this chance I TrueType deserve to get back at them 100 flogs each for every times I was accuse of things I didn't do, Fainted from each flog against my my small body before the crowning or the fact that my husband in which I interested all my love to turned his back on the true victim!! '

Gripping the fabric between the small grasp of the fabric face scrunch up in pure sadness and pain. " I can not let my life waste away in this god forsaking storage cage" she spat quietly before she stood up placing The barely finished fabric dress ruffles onto the bed before her feet gently tapped against the old oak floor towards the fire place which hasn't been touched in so long other than earlier that night. 

" with the oath, I promise to give I will make them al suffer my wrath !"  slowly the from went quiet once more only the crackling of the slowly dying flames and her little sniffles we're heard as the cold suddenly came to work its crazed magic.  Turning away from the slowly dying flames only having the night sky to light the room for her. The lights of the moon reflected off the snap making the nightly garden glow beautifully using the light to guide her fingers she began to work along with the fabrics again. 

" I am not smart nor am I stupid, I have the memories of my past life and book smarts from every single lonely day of reading and hiding behind a bookshelf listening to my sister tutors teach me, maybe I can do it once more " that question made her first clutch again flincibing as the needle dug deeply into her finger. Pulling it out and started at her fingers. 


"  am I worth the pain of another?" siting and shook her head of any thoughts and got off the bed and walked to the clothing design fashion design dummies

Fitting the dresses onto the dummies and gently moved new fabric around before fixing the ruffles and making the skirt correctly to give off an illusion of joy and playfulness. I don't want anyone's attention I just want to prove them all wrong.

"  have my dress barely finish and yet not even a day passed. In my life before this, I never had the speed of God to finish in such a short time?" she muttered the sweetness dripping from her lips as she carefully pulled over the deep baby blue fabric over the top and carefully connected the corset top onto the dress before she stepped away from her fingers covered in cuts yet she didn't mind all the cared bloody cuts in which she could clean and fix herself.

A loud grumble echoed around the empty room. God was she hungry. " am I worth to be fat?" she puffs her cheeks and glanced at the mirror before smiling weakly. " I am worth to be my own women- uh child"

Fixing the tattered gown before leaving her room holding the key tightly around her neck before she rushed away to get to the kitchen sneakingly digging any guard in her ways" I want food, no one can stop me! Steal bread and moldy soup can fill me so much" 

Peeking into one of the lion's dens slowly pushed the door open and saw the oven flames burning yet no one in sight. Walking over to the large table and noticed fresh food in which smelled yummy and delish. Instead of rushing back to her room she ate all four bowls there and then before she gulped down fhs soup until there wasn't anything lift before she rushed and lift the kitchen quirky passing a few guards and maids along the way before slamming into a hard chest. 

Eyes snapping upwards there stood the man I adored so much as my childhood friend the one who knew the truth and tried to save me yet so many times before. " Andrew!?"

The toxic gas has now spread out, the whole area of a hundred meters have long been covered in dark green-colored gasses.

    

    Although it didn't harm any stone that touch it, but the three of them felt a deep threat from it. 

    

    So, they run!

    

    After awhile, the smoke didn't get any wider, instead it's some sort of protecting the spider in it. Making it covered in gass one kilometer in diameter!

    

    "That's thicc!"

    

    "Yeah, what a thick gass!"

    

    "So... What are we gonna do? Run?"

    

    "No, you must have realized that, the way out  from here is to defeat this guy... Right?"

    

    Pointing at the blocked exit, Kuro tell them in obvious way.

    

    Afterall, the every time they use the shortcut, they need to defeat the hordes of monster in it, before they could get out from it, that's why, after the second time they use the shortcut, they try not to use it as much as possible.

    

    Afterall, as soon they get in, they could hardly get out from it. The exit would be blocked by something, be it by stone, a guardian, and even some-kind of ancient runes that could somehow trapped them inside!

    

    And this time... It's an oddly-shaped gate.

    

    This is how weird the dungeon is.

    

    -----

    

    Right now, Syura has already facing with a giant diamond-like monster with a humanoid figure in the center of it all.

    

    A giant diamond suddenly swished past him, but not only that as there's many 'sharpnel' that followed by.

    

    Syura just kept on dodging while watching the fabric on his left hand, 

    

    "Not here... Where then?" Syura ask to no one in particular.

    

    Suddenly, the fabric in his hand pointing to his left, but at the same time a big chunk of diamond shoot at him in breakneck speed!

    

    *Swish! *Bang! *Rumble!

    

    With a slash of his sword, he cut the chunk into pieces! And now the pieces were raining to the ground, making the land full of diamond!

    

    But, Syura doesn't seem to enjoy this, because when you look at the fabric in his hand, there's only less than half of it left!

    

    Meaning, one of those three was in grave danger!

    

    "I must step up my pace!" 

    

    Even though Syura said that, all this while he have already use his maximum power and speed to arrived into this floor!

    

    With no rest in between!

    

    Looking at his left, Syura began to search there.

    

    -----

    

    -XX- Floor

    

    Now, Kuro and Kujo were fighting the Spider in a long distance, Kuro with his bow, while Kujo using the shockwave he created from his punch!

    

    "Licht Regen!"

    

    "Jet! Punch!"

    

    But that is of no use, all their attack was as if a pebble thrown into a lake... Only ripple created.

    

    Even if they want to make change to the lake, the pebble outside the lake would have long been gone before it could even make major change!

    

    While Shiro, well, he already run out of gas, as he already fired off more than dozen of "Getsuga! Tenshou!" Towards the gass, but it do nothing towards it.

    

    At first he want to fight it on close combat again, but, after he inhales the toxic gass, he gave up the plan, as it was too damn harmful the gass is to his body.

    

    That's also the other reason why he's outside and not attacking the gass with the shockwave even though his body strength could barely made it.

    

    Now Shiro was trying to open the ancient door, using his hand, he pushed it with utmost strength.

    

    "Damn you!!!" 

    

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    Syura now has arrived in front of a little creek, oddly enough, the fabric on his hand was pointing inside it.

    

    Without thinking too much, he immediately jumped into the water, 

    

    -------

    

    At the same time, 

    

    "Guys, I made it open!" Shiro shouted excitedly.

What will you do when you crossed to another world with your house?

Chat with friends?

getting stronger?

go for some adventure?

or become a salted fish in your house?

Well, why not all?

Or is it?


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 The wagon juddered twice as it rolled onto the stone road leading into the city of Shalen. Tracou poked his head out of the front just in time to catch some humans giving his wagon uneasy looks. They were used to seeing horses pulling coaches, but Tracou, a dezmek, didn't need them. His magic was more than good enough for travel. He wasn't going to buy horses and take care of them just to keep a few humans from staring at him.
 Each time he visited Shalen it seemed like the city grew steadily outward. The buildings, most made of wood, had been assembled with quantity, not quality, in mind. The city teemed with people. The majority of these people were human, but if Tracou kept an eye out he could catch a few dezmek mixed in with the crowds. Humans, dezmek, and elves alike could spend time in Shalen. Tracou had never seen an elf, though, so their acceptance in Shalen was more hypothetical than something that was put into practice.
 In the summer, Shalen hosted the Gathering of Merchants. The city was full to bursting because of it, making traveling with a wagon frustrating. Mere minutes after entering the city, Tracou found himself stuck behind a coach larger than his. It commanded the road so thoroughly that pedestrians ducked between buildings so they wouldn't have to squeeze past it. Doubtless that wagon was part of a merchant's caravan. Tracou moved to sit in the front of his coach, his short dezmek legs dangling off the side, to try and get a better look at any wares he could. The Gathering wasn't meant to begin until tomorrow and this caravan took that seriously, having covered their merchandise with blankets.
 The way this city could get so busy that it brought things to a halt had been baffling to Tracou the first time he had made the journey from Dezmer to Aodehn. The village he presided over was minuscule and even the capital of Dezmer never had so many people within its walls at once. Dezmek were typically smaller than humans, but that couldn't have anything to do with it. Right?
 Once traffic lightened, Tracou made for an inn. Considering the volume of people that had arrived and were due to arrive over the course of the week, getting a room was high priority. His wagon, while decent enough for sleeping on the road, was nothing compared to an actual bed.
 Shalen was a big enough city—the biggest on the continent—that it had more than one inn, but Tracou always stayed in the same one. He had one purpose in coming to the Gathering of Merchants and that was to spend money. An inn that was too far away from the action would make carrying things back and forth more difficult.
 By the time Tracou had gotten his lodging squared away, the sun hung low in the sky. It beat down on them all the same, but it would soon recharge so it could do the same tomorrow. There was still time before dinner to take a walk. This trip to Shalen was Tracou's fifth, but he had never explored the city beyond what he needed. Maybe this time it would be different.
 Unfortunately, Tracou couldn't resist the pull of seeing what the merchants were up to. It would just be a preview of tomorrow, so it couldn't hurt to take a look. What else would he do, anyway? 
 Many merchants had already set up tents and were hawking their wares. The tents were arranged along a spiral to accommodate the circular area they were forced to occupy. Some would break off from this area and establish stalls in the streets near the designated merchant area, but this was not officially allowed.
 Tracou had no intention to buy anything before the Gathering of Merchant had begun. Still... if he found something, he could keep an eye on it. Sometimes he saw something that he just had to own. That was a bad situation to be in, but there was no helping it. Spending money was why Tracou was here and he was going to end up spending it one way or another.
 One stall stuck out from the rest, being both taller and wider than the others. Bolts of fabric covered a table and stood upright in the tent behind that table.
 The one thing Tracou was a sucker for was fabric. He loved having a full closet and grew bored of his clothes at a moment's notice. If he could bring back exotic fabric and get a tailor to make him something nice, then this journey would have been a success. 
 Trying his best to appear indifferent, Tracou made his way over to the stall. The vendor, a portly man with a mustache, smiled widely at him.
 "Hello! Interested in some high quality fabric, are you?"
 Did he look interested? Tracou frowned. "I might be," he said airily. 
 "By the look of your clothes, I'd say you're the kind of man who knows what he's looking for!" he vendor chirped.
 Tracou was quite proud of his clothes. Today he was wearing black hose and a tunic made from cobalt colored fabric he had acquired last year. It had cost him, but the compliments his villagers had given him made the expense worth it. The summer sun forced him to wear a wide brimmed hat along with his outfit. Tracou didn't consider it part of his look, instead wearing it out of necessity. 
 The praise from the vendor shouldn't have affected him, but he preened regardless.
 "I would agree with you," he said.
 "Excellent. Allow me to show you something..."
 The vendor rummaged through the bolts that were standing upright and pulled one out from the back. He set it on top off the bolts that were already on the table.
 It was a brilliant red with a black pattern on it. Upon closer inspection, the pattern was made up of birds, all flying in the same direction, towards a goal Tracou couldn't begin to imagine. Tracou stared at it, but had to avert his gaze. The color was blinding. He placed a hand on his chin, his fingers covering his chin and his mouth.
 It was beautiful. Imagine what could be made from it. Imagine the compliments he would get! No one would be able to look at him and not notice this fabric.
 "How much are you looking for?" 
 "Five hundred aj."
 Tracou closed his eyes. This vendor had to be out of his mind with that price. Five hundred aj could buy him twenty horses with maybe a few cows thrown in for good measure. Buying this would blow half of his budget for this event before it had even started.
 "The price might seem high, sir, but I assure you that you won't find fabric like this elsewhere. I acquired it in Winlea, to the north. The Winleans produce exceptional fabric and their dyes always make for vibrant colors. This is a one of a kind fabric."
 Tracou bit the inside of his cheek. This vendor was right—Winleans were known for their fabrics and dyes. Whether or not this fabric was indeed from Winlea was something he had to just trust the vendor on.
 He opened his eyes again.
 It was beautiful and, surely, would look good on him. 
 "If I may say so, sir," the vendor began, leaning forward. "I believe red is your color."
 This past year or so, Tracou had been entirely convinced that blue was the color that looked best on him. Could it have been red this entire time? Had he been acting like a buffoon, so confident in his choice of color while others around him snickered about him in secret? 
 "Why does he insist on wearing blue? Doesn't he realize that it makes him look like a corpse?" they must have hissed to each other. Mortifying. He couldn't let his villagers think he was foolish!
 Letting out a long breath, Tracou's hand fell from his face. 
 Five hundred aj was just too much to spend. 
 "I'll give you two hundred."
 The vendor shook his head. "You wound me, sir. Two hundred aj, for something as nice as this?"
 It was pretty nice. Tracou bit the inside of his cheek again.
 "I'll go no lower than four hundred and fifty aj," the man said.
 Insanity.
 "Two hundred and fifty."
 And so the haggling began. When Tracou was not eager to get something, he was quite good at haggling. Unfortunately, Tracou genuinely wanted this fabric. He was stuck playing the vendor's game.
 As they spouted numbers back and forth, Tracou noticed a presence sidle over next to him.
 Panic gripped him. Had someone else seen the fabric and decided that they didn't mind exchanging twenty horses for it? Unacceptable! Tracou had gotten here first!
 Scowling, Tracou turned to the offending person, only to find that they were much taller than he had expected. His eyes traveled upwards until they met some surprised, brown eyes.

Tracou Vartanian, a provincial dezmek lord, travels to the capital of a foreign land to see the wares on offer at the Gathering of Merchants. Mirthal Yiva, the Prince of the Elves, travels to that same capital for a taste of freedom. Their paths collide and Tracou finds himself entangled in a distinctly Elvish mess. With Mirthal's retainer hot on his heels, Tracou helps him leave the city. A dezmek and an elf walking around the city did not go unnoticed, though, leading Tracou to be captured and dragged across the continent by Mirthal's retainer, a blue-haired elf, and Ina, an aloof human. Mirthal, on the other hand, wanders peacefully into another country, none the wiser about Tracou's predicament. Stripped of his magic by Mirthal's retainer, Tracou has no choice but to bide his time.

Reima "I think you guys should decide what you want to wear and I'll find something to accompany it... You're better at this than I am." he says, taking Snuffles off of the table and sitting her in his lap before begging to stroke her. He ignores the shimmer in her red eyes are she glares at the dresses as it isn't weird for a young girl to want to "dress up". "I'll give you one later." he whispers into her fluffy ears, causing her to look up at him and squeak in surprised delight.. Or atleast that's what Reima thinks she was trying to say, he doesn't speak rabbit you see.
The girls continue to go through the dresses, comparing with others while matching them with what each of them had picked. Eventually after almost an hour of this they finally end up with two dresses that seems to please both of them while matching relatively well. Obviously neither had eve tried to match dresses with one another as they'd never thought either of them would attend a ball as a trio.
Fleur ended up with a black dress that was made from almost silk-like fabric, with the exception of it's incredible durability. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that the dress was enchanted with something, the upper part of the dress was covered in "sprinkles" of metal that shimmer in the light, a nice contrast to the black fabric. It lacked sleeves and supported itself by attaching around her neck which she found relatively comfortable as it reminded her of as one piece swimsuit she'd worn at home. It also had some freely hanging fabric that'd sway in the breeze as it moved, giving it a unique look compared to other dresses.
Ciri had found something that wasn't too restrictive and was quite revealing if you took the magical sense of modesty into account. It was a similar black fabric to Fleur's own dress however was thinner and thus seems to flutter much more often, it's cleavage was completely open with only the corset like bra covering her goods. Spaghetti straps supporting her breasts which was needed as Ciri never wore bra's. Additionally it had silver embroidery and adornments that matched spectacularly with Fleur's without looking like a copy, the similarities didn't end there as it also had loose fabric that'd sway as she moved.
With the girl content in their choices they turned there attention to Reima, he hadn't picked anything yet, presumably to find something that matched with them. They decided to try on the dresses before committing to having him choose something.
Reima watched as they cordoned off one part of the room and quickly got changed into the clothes, he knew that the majority of the clothing was enchanted and so was scanning everything they inspected, making sure it wasn't dangerous. After a couple minutes the girls came out, they hadn't done their hair or makeup but were simply just wearing the dresses... And god did they look good.
Fleur "How do we look?" she asks with a small blush, mirrored by Ciri.
Reima blankly states, "Like two goddesses have descended..." before rapidly regaining his composure, *Ahem* he coughs to alleviate some of his embarrassment. "You'll be the centre of attention, I pity those mortals who are unfortunate enough to not be in your company" he says dramatically, only half joking...
They girls nod to eachother at his reaction, "Will you start looking for something to wear?" they ask, unsure if they should help.
He shrugs, waves his hand and makes all the unworn dresses disappear, only for make outfits to take their place. All of the clothes present are far from the modern suit that he had wanted to wear, instead belonging to Gwyn. As the former "Lord of Cinder, Sunlight, Fire and whatever else" seemed to have a fetish on robes, that was what the majority comprised of. Luckily they seemed to be around his size, despite remembering the man in the Kiln of the First Flame looking about 7ft... Maybe he grew in the Kiln? Or maybe the robes were like Gwynevere's in that they could change size... Of course they could have just shrinked in the wash but Reima doubted that was actually a possibility.
Either way all the robes present seems to be wearable, though some looked more combat focused than anything else, with chainmail and titanite plates of metal covering the majority of them. The girls look at him suspiciously as he brings out another set of ridiculously expensive looking clothing, thinking that he'd robbed and ancient civilisation or something... Oh how right they were.
Regardless Reima scoured through the clothes with the help of the girls and even Snuffles was dragging the occasional robe to him, though it was not even close to matching the girls own dresses. They continued this until they went through 75% of them, all they were left with was what Reima assumed to be only sleep wear and casual wear. However he had forgotten that the Lord of Cinder was the ruler of a nation and had to look the part at every moment of every day. They eventually came across a dressing gown that looked nothing like it's modern counterparts, it was a heavy robe that was still relatively light when compared to the other armoured clothing they could pick from, it had two lapels that went down to his ankles and crossed each other over his front, it was partially covered by other fabric covering it and was completely black, with the exception of the small murals depicting Gwyn slaying dragons. Despite it being a gown is also had some silver chainmail in some parts but it looked natural enough to where you wouldn't noticed unless you were looking for it. Last but not least it had some kind of grey fur going around the neck and shoulders.

Most people who die and are confronted with a godlike being like to take the easy route... Not this guy.

I have been sitting on this concept for a while and want to see if I can write it, starting with the Witcher then the game Absolver and then onto Darksouls 1. 

Don't rely on there being consistent updates because its unlikely... 

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