Night Lover (G!P) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

The look Ryujin gave her was so wrathful that she took an involuntary step back.

"I was not cursed to be shown in public, Yeji. I'm here to serve you, and only you."

How nice that sounded. But even then she wasn't going to give up. She couldn't use a human in the way Ryujin was describing.

It was wrong and she wouldn't be able to go on living with herself if she did that to her.

"I don't care" Yeji said, determined "I want you to go out with me and you're going to need clothes" and started looking at pant sizes.

Ryujin kept silent. Yeji raised her eyes and caught the dark, angry look in her eyes.

"What?"

"What?" Ryujin spat.

"Nothing. Let's see which one of these fits you best" she picked up a few jeans of different sizes and held them out to her.

Ignoring her threatening appearance, Yeji pushed her towards the fitting rooms and slammed the door of one of the compartments behind her.

Ryujin froze as she entered the small cubicle. Her image suddenly assaulted her from three different angles. For a minute, she was unable to breathe as she fought the irrepressible urge to flee from the
the cramped room. She couldn't make a single move without bumping into the door or the mirrors.

But even worse than the claustrophobia was the image of her face. It had been ages since she had gazed at her reflection. The woman in front of her looked so much like his father that she felt like shattering the glass.

They had the same angular features and the same disdainful look. The only thing they did not share was the deep, jagged scar across her father's left cheek.

For the first time in countless centuries, Ryujin contemplated the unpleasant sight of the three braids that identified her as the general, falling over her shoulder.

She raised a trembling hand and touched it as she did something she had not done in a long time: remember the day she earned the right to wear it.

During the battle of Thebes, the general who commanded them fell down and the Macedonian troops began to retreat in terror. Ryujin seized the general's sword, rallied the men and led them to victory, crushing the Romans.

The day after the fight, the Queen of Macedonia herself braided her hair and gave her the three glass beads that held them at the ends. Ryujin enclosed the small beads in a fist.

Those braids had belonged to the once proud and heroic Macedonian general whose army was so powerful that it forced the Romans to scatter in terror. The memory haunted her.

She looked down at the ring she wore on her right hand. A ring that had been there so long that she was no longer aware it existed; she had long since forgotten its meaning.

But the braids...

She hadn't thought about them for many, many centuries. Touching it at that moment, she remembered the woman she once was.

She remembered the faces of her relatives. The people who rushed to serve her. Those who feared and respected her. She remembered a time when she herself ruled her destiny, and the known world stretched out before her to be conquered.

And now she was nothing but...

With a lump in her throat, she closed her eyes and removed the beads from the end of the braids, before beginning to undo them. As her fingers struggled to undo the first of them, she looked down at the pants she had dropped on the floor.