While all of this was happening, Rowan found himself leisurely holding a coconut, relishing its sweet juice under the shade of a sprawling palm tree. The drama he had unwittingly orchestrated was now unfolding before his eyes, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him as he observed the repercussions of his actions.
In due course, whispers and speculative glances began to converge in his direction using their spiritual senses. Not everyone in the city was dumb and oblivious to the nuances of social dynamics; it was evident that Rowan would quickly become the prime suspect in this emerging love triangle.
"Tsk, tsk," sighed a bystander, shaking his head knowingly. "The city lord hasn't lost unfairly, I must say. Here in this city, if Rowan were to claim second place in charm, no one else would dare stake a claim for first thereafter."
Acknowledging the unspoken admiration and envy that often accompanied his presence, Rowan couldn't help but smirk slightly as he caught glimpses of curious onlookers sizing him up from afar. His charisma seemed to cast a spell on those around him, blending admiration with caution, and a hint of jealousy.
Meanwhile, the man who had observed Rowan's allure discreetly ushered his wife indoors, shielding her from the magnetic charm that seemed to emanate effortlessly from Rowan. He had no intention of following the city lord's folly, nor would he risk his wife becoming yet another admirer captivated by Rowan's undeniable appeal. One green hat for a man was enough for today's excitement.
If anyone could deduce the situation, then the city lord could easily get to this realization twice over. Fueled by a mixture of jealousy and rage, he hurriedly made his way to confront Rowan, his mind consumed with thoughts of exacting a deadly revenge. Visions of boiling Rowan alive flickered in his imagination, but the imposing figure of his wife, Isabella, intercepted his furious flight.
He halted abruptly, seething with resentment. 'Is he truly better than me, Isabella?' he demanded through gritted teeth.
Isabella met his gaze coolly, her expression betraying a mix of resignation and defiance. 'Yes,' she replied evenly, her words slicing through the tense air like a knife. 'In ways you could never comprehend, Magnus. He satisfies me in ways that you never could. In fact, I'm proud to say that I'm already his cock slave at the moment. I would do anything for him and would even allow him to fuck me in public should that be one of his wishes.' Her voice, though calm, carried an undeniable edge.
"Hahaha!" Magnus fell momentarily silent, his laughter echoing off the walls before erupting into a maniacal crescendo that bordered on madness.
"You take a mortal as your lover, Isabella, and that's absurd and foolish of you," Magnus continued, his voice tinged with both scorn and a hint of lingering hurt. "Seventy years from now, he'll be nothing but food for maggots under the ground." His laughter boomed through the fields, reverberating with bitter amusement.
Isabella met his gaze with steely resolve, her jaw set defiantly. "And then what? Will you wait for me and beg me to come back to you? Is that what you plan to do, Magnus?" she shot back, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. The tense silence that followed spoke volumes, a palpable standoff where unspoken truths hung heavy in the air. Despite the tumultuous nature of their relationship, Magnus's deep-seated love for Isabella remained palpable, a testament to her irreplaceable presence in his life.
"Move on, Magnus," Isabella continued firmly, her tone unwavering despite the emotional turmoil swirling around them. "I will dedicate myself to mastering the art of pill-making, even creating powerful longevity pills for Rowan. It's time to close this chapter of our story and move forward with your life. There's nothing to be gained by waiting for me or nurturing your animosity towards me and Rowan."
Her words carried a poignant truth, a plea tinged with both compassion and resolve for Magnus to release the grip of resentment and longing that bound him. The room seemed to echo with the weight of their shared history, a turbulent narrative of love and ambition intertwined with betrayal and shattered dreams.
Magnus stood silently, his emotions in turmoil as he wrestled with the tangled web of love and bitterness that had defined their relationship. Isabella's unwavering determination pierced through the haze of his conflicted emotions, stirring a reluctant admiration for her strength and unwavering commitment to her newfound path.
In that charged moment, Magnus grappled with the realization of the futility of clinging to the past, to a love that had become a complicated tapestry of desire and destruction. He nodded slowly, acknowledging Isabella's words with a mixture of resignation and reluctant acceptance.
As they stood facing each other, the air between them heavy with unspoken regrets and uncertain futures, Magnus took a step back.
He couldn't conjure a clever retort to Isabella's words, leaving him no choice but to retreat once again.
Isabella stood still for a minute or two, her gaze fixed on the carefree pose struck by her beloved Rowan. A smile tugged at her lips as she hurried towards him.
"You were quite decisive. It seems you can't bear to be without the company of my cock," Rowan teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he admired Isabella standing proudly in the open.
"Yes, you've already ruined me for life. I've become this way because of you, Rowan, so now you must take responsibility for me," Isabella confessed, her desire to be whisked away inside and embraced by Rowan for endless hours palpable. Yet, what she heard next exceeded her expectations.
"Did someone mention indulging out here under the sun?" Rowan teased, his voice carrying a mischievous undertone as he glanced around the serene landscape. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of a gentle breeze. Unfazed by the possibility of being observed by unseen eyes, they surrendered to the allure of the moment, intertwining in a passionate embrace that transcended the physical realm, inviting the spiritual senses of nature to bear witness to their union.