Amethyst: A Collection Of Short Stories

A Felix chapter

This timeline is in another universe. So, Felix is NOT the high guard and he's not as psychopathic as he usually is.

Another thing, this chapter is in 3rd person pov but it's also from the point of view of Felix and the other character. It's complicated to explain but you'll see.
(Ignore errors lol I had no patience)

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Felix's head brewed with nothing as he sat in the bar.

She was late.

For some reason, he was anxious to see her again. His knees bounced beneath the table, his hand fiddled with the hem of his coat, and his eyes never stopped glancing at the door whenever a customer entered.

"Will that be all, sir?" The bartender asked, leaning towards him. Her eyes were big, flapping like wings as she blinked a bit too much. "My services could be useful..." she trailed her fingers up his arms.

Felix gave her a dashing smile, about to respond. "How useful c—"

"I think you've done your job by serving him, haven't you?" A sharp voice cut in.

Felix's heart skipped a beat. His face went flat as he turned to look at her.

"Killjoy," he said.

The bartender shuffled away.

"She could swallow your soul with those eyes. But I always knew you had questionable taste in women so this doesn't shock me," she said, sitting down on a stool.

"If only you knew my taste in women."

Her brows scrunched as her eyes lighted with curiosity. Felix found something alluring about her eyes. They were brown, almost black, but yet, he wondered the things they'd seen or the stories they held. Felix didn't care for usual beauty as much as he thought. He believed beauty was surprising, shocking, unusual. And the girl before him was beautiful.

They'd met a few times already. The last time was a month ago to steal the 'Empress's jewel'. It wasn't a fearful mission. In one hour they'd snuck in and out of the castle and sold it to their buyer. She was a good thief, and a good person even if she thought the opposite.

"Well..." she trailed off. "We have a mission to do. After we celebrate, why don't you tell me all about the women worthy of you, oh mighty Felix."

"I'd rather show you."

"I wouldn't mind."

Their eyes scanned each other's faces. A light red color dusted her fair cheeks. Her dark brown hair was braided in two French braids that stopped just below her shoulders. Her facial features were soft, giving her an innocent aura. He'd give anything to touch her.

He cleared his throat. "Our mission today, Ryker, is to steal a compass."

She snorted. "And we're getting paid 200 000 gold coins for that?"

"We're stealing it from the King's museum."

"Ha, very funny." She deadpanned.

"I'm serious. It's supposed to be some kind of magical compass that knows what your deepest desire is and leads you to it. The King has it in his private museum and this pirate wants it."

The girl scoffed. "Magic?"

"Believe me, love, it's absurd. But, I will risk my life for money."

The girl sighed.

Say yes, Felix begged. Say yes.

Ryker, as they called her, was a shadow. Unseen and unheard. Her identity was kept a secret to most, but Felix was as cunning as a fox. She was the best thief in the region—well, second best. His pride would never let him admit someone was better than him.