After the matter was settled Caname was talking with some people he knew and I was left alone to enjoy the banquet as I pleased. I took a stroll while sipping some wine and appreciated being around other people. I noticed people looking at me but I didn't care. I was smiling gently and pretending to be here in the right place. Since I knew nobody and nobody knew me and in this society I wasn't a noble so I couldn't start a conversation with anyone. I took a tiny cake on a plate and decided to enjoy its sweetness. As I was swallowing the last bit I noticed two women looking at me. I flashed a bright smile and they simply approached me.
"Well sir, we allowed ourselves to be as bold as to approach you without previous introduction." The blond one smiled. She could be slightly older than me.
"That can be fixed easily, my name's Miro Sanyo." I used the surname of my personal servant.
"Sanyo, I don't know any noble family with that name. Where are you from sir?" The other girl asked. I knew they were being impolite now as they should introduce themselves but I guess they were just curious.
"I'm not a noble, I work as a translator for sir Caname di Tareno." I bowed a bit as I was trying to remain polite.
They looked a bit shocked and maybe disappointed.
"Well then sir, enjoy the banquet." They made a sloppy curtsy and ran away. Well I could expect that, but there was no loss. They weren't that interesting, however the man that approached me later was.
" I accidentally overheard that you are a translator. My name is Benno Farama and I'm in the trade business. I noticed how fluent you were with Anzumian." He was over forty, well dressed and equally well mannered. That could be my potential future client.
"Miro Sanyo." I bowed. "I'm indeed a translator. I speak four languages fluently."
We talked for a moment and the man handed me his business card. My first contact. I hid the card and sipped the wine that suddenly became even tastier. I was so pleased with myself that it took me a while to notice a familiar figure among all the guests. That face was branded into my memory. Knight Lot. I was wondering what he was doing here. I hated him so much that for a moment I forgot that he could recognize me too. I slowly turned around and went out to a wide terrace with stairs leading to the garden. I needed a moment to cool down. I wanted this man to be so dead. No, humiliated and turned into a piece of … that he really was. I could only clench my fists. I detested that man but what could I do right now? I had neither a weapon nor a plan. All I could do is to learn something more about Lot and why he was here. I leaned against a wall and focused on breathing to calm down.
"Well well, who would have expected that? The little prince is still alive."
Lot was standing behind me, with an irky smile. I straightened my posture and looked at him.
"Sir Lot, what a pleasant surprise." I smiled. "Last time we saw each other you had my spit on your face."
"True and you were without your pants, butt naked." He responded, widening his grin. I decided not to let him dominate me.
"I see, it must have been an unforgettable sight, since you still remember." I tilled my head a bit and tried to act nonchalant.
"It was indeed. How's your royal butt? I heard you were sold for an astronomical price. Was it a woman?"
Fucker.
"No, a businessman. I have more to offer than only my body, after all I'm well educated." I flashed him a bright smile.
"As you can see, I'm here with another client. Sorry to inform you that my royal butt is out of your reach." I gave him the proudest look I could master.
"Out of my reach?" I saw how his jaw clenched. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled it.
"I can buy you and have you as my bitch if I want to." He hissed.
It hurt and I knew that against such a strong knight I was no match.
"Doubt, I was sold for an astronomical price after all." I smirked and raised my hand touching his cheek gently along his jawline. He let go of my hair and looked surprised at me. He was so defenseless in his shock. I tilled my head a little and smiled hoping to look seductively.
"Come with me." I turned around wishing that this fucker would take the bait. He did. He followed me deeper into the garden. I was walking along a path that was cleared from snow. I noticed a stone, so I looked back. Lot was a while behind me. I bowed, as if I was correcting my shoe and grabbed the stone. It was really cold but the adrenaline in my body was keeping me heated.
We went far enough, I turned around and saw him coming. I needed to wait a moment before he was within my reach.