The Enchantress of Ingley Ch. 01

He saw no one, but couldn't help the feeling that perhaps the enchantress of Ingley really did exist.

Alone, he let the disruption of the day slip from his mind, and instead simply dwelled on thoughts of Jenrea, on the sound of her laughter, of her sweet voice. He wondered what those soft lips would feel like against his own, how her waist would fit within his hands. He wanted to taste her, to bask in her warmth, to spend hours just laying beside her.

And so Hafred, apprentice smith, passed the dwindling hours of his last day of normalcy finishing a weapon he had seemingly accidentally made, dreaming of the woman he loved and wholly ignorant of what the fates had in store.