Chapter 13 – Running a errand date p.1

Irina gave her maid a list containing things she was expected to get. Grocery shopping was not what he had in mind today, but her will was his.

"Remember to take him with you, I need some time alone," Irina said, her face screaming exhaustion. Has she been up all night working on documents?"And make sure he dresses himself up as a girl, he's less conspicuous that way. And sometimes he can be even cute."

He moaned and groaned from outside her doorway, knowing that resistance was effectively useless. The clothes of a woman were uncomfortable for him to wear, at least he could keep his underpants.

The maid girl found him a frilly black dress to wear, that went just below his hips. Though it fit almost perfectly, he was afraid the wind might display his crotch to the public. She also made an effort to give him some light makeup, completely masking most of his masculine features, and gave his hair a combing and a twirling.

"Can I go out one day with my boyish self?"

"Not with me you won't, I barely want to associate with you. Imagine what people mighty think of me."

"That hurts, alysse, I thought you had a pure heart."

"The only heart that will be pure is yours when stick a wooden stake through your heart."

He pretended to be hurt by her insult and fell on the ground in a melodramatic flair. Only to be kicked for his acting.

Before they left, the maid girl, made preparations to leave. August approached his master in the room, knocking softly and cautiously.

"What is it August?"

Did she see him through the door, or was it his footsteps she heard? Perhaps her magic made her more perceptive.

"Hey, Irina, I was wondering…" he stammered.

She didn't seem to be in a patient mood. "Well, spit out, I'm preoccupied."

"About Alysse, is there anything she likes? You something as a peace offering?"

She relaxed her tense muscles.

"Why are you planning to give her something, with your self-earned money?" He nodded, and she smiled at the gesture."She likes pudding, most pudding. Oh–and there's a flower she likes smelling, Petalyn blue. That's really nice of you August, how selfless you are becoming, not at all like how the court portrayed you, except maybe for your perverted nature."

He let out an awkward giggle.

"Now go, I have work to do." she chased him off.

Just as he leaves, his eyes traceing at the stack of paper present in front of her desk. The fury at which she read it made him furrow his eyebrows, no way that's simple finances.

He would find out in good time.

The market was absolutely filled with people. Merchants, guards, tradesmen, artisans, carpenters, even children running around causing mischief. The first thing on the list was to gather fresh produce, meat, and herbs they required for cooking.

At a certain point while they were, walking a man in his chivalrous honor, offered to help August carry his bags. Which were partially heavy he would admit. His greatest folly was blushing when the man asked if he was married, not knowing a snake was creeping the grass.

"She's an indentured servant, she belongs to my family," Alysse had said with a devilish grin. "She's already predestined for someone." She gestured at him, but he kept silent.

While she was distracted with picking out a range of spices and teas. Pondering and observing prices and quality, he started getting antsy to move.

"Um, you don't mind if I go look at the street performers do you?" he asked her nicely.

"No, but I thought you didn't care about performances if it wasn't a woman stripping on a pole."

She was very harsh indeed.

"You wound me, Master Alysse," The statement put her in a brief shock, probably because it was the last thing she was. "I promise, It will be quick."

"Just don't lose the bags."

He sneaks away. Rushing towards a bakery he had spotted earlier, hoping they made have any sort of pudding. Greeting a baker whom he could easily have mistaken for his grandmother, he starts looking at the displayed goods.

"Anything you're looking for young lassie." his cheeks started becoming rosie.

It was embarrassing honestly pretending to be something he wasn't, really. Doing his absolute best impression at cloaking his voice. Bringing out his inner girl.

"Um, you don't have any pudding for sale do you."

The lady retrieved a hidden tray filled with all sorts of puddings.Obscured from the eye of the average client.

"I usually reserve this for special clients, but I could make an exception for a beautiful girl like you." she handed over several of them. Making him unsure of what to buy. "You know you remind me a bit about me in my youth…"

He started sweating how long he could stand here before the gig was up. Now she was going on back in my days' tale. He chose the most affordable package he could get but turned back to the lady before moving out.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to know where I could buy Petalyn blue."

The woman gushed. "Ah, for a boy I assume?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm afraid, for my sister, we aren't on the best of terms right now."

"Hmm, it's good that you care for your siblings, there's a woman who's a bit, if I may be so rude, have a few screws loose, on the other side of the market. You'll see her easily, covered with a cloak, crystal ball in her hand."

He nodded, thanking her for her kindness. Running off.

He spots this 'fortune teller's' stall isolated from people, half into a dim alleyway. A smell of incense hung in the air. Flowers spaced out according to what type. His eyes immediately fell on the large crystal ball, which looked like a flower encased inside a glass dome. However, she appeared to be missing or out of view.

As he stood in front of it, she emerged from behind a hidden curtain. An older woman, in her late thirties he assumed, had jewelry all over her clothing. What caught his attention was the bulbous earrings she possessed. She wore long, robes that flowed and swirled. Head covered above the nose. Her voice commanding.

"Hello," she said, titling her head. "You look familiar, have we met before."

He looked around nervously, but most people were out of eavesdropping range.

"No, I'm afraid. I simply came here for a flower."

"Hmmm," she smiled at him. "Are you sure you don't want a reading or two?"

He shook his head. "Petalyn blue, do you have some."

"Yes, I have indeed." her expression was unreadable. But she retrieved him, one from the stack. Handing it over.

Taking it outright was a mistake, as she immediately gripped his hand, feeling his fingers, and his palm. He froze, and let it happen. His penis did react, to her touch and sensation, by lifting itself up. Her hands were very sensual, her long nails as a sign of her maturity. The massive cleavage that hung on her chest like a burden.

She spotted it peeking through the skirt, laughing like a schoolgirl high on gossip. His cheeks started burning as he stiffened.

"You've lost your way, you'll find your way back soon. But tell me, do you enjoy dressing up as a member of the opposite sex."

He looked away. Eager to escape the freaky lady.

"Um, how much for the flower."

"It's free, I already received my payment."

"What do you mean," he said, a bit frightened.

"You are plagued by your sexual nature, and yet you are unaware of why you have the desire to fuck everything and be fucked by anyone."

She was really starting to freak him out.

What was she a libido reader?

"Um…Are you sure you don't want anything...I'm just running errands."

"No need to deflect, it suits you now." she smiled. "Goodbye, August, we'll meet again, as we have before."

He swallowed hard, waving her off, as she made him both erect and made his skin crawl. Time to go.

"Wait," she called out for him.

"A small word if I may, be wary of those around you, they are not as they say."

Cryptic and fucking creepy, like he could care about that now. She was probably lying through her teeth, using her milfyness to distract him.

What a charlatan.

He ran off.