Chapter 21
by 
Yelawolf
Do you celebrate this victory with one of the ladies or find someone else that interest you?
Find Shadowheart
You lean back on the log, the warmth of the fire seeping into your bones. The whispers of the night wind carry the distant sounds of music and laughter, a stark contrast to the battlefield you had left behind just hours ago. Shadowheart’s words linger in your mind. Despite her tough exterior, you know she’s feeling the weight of the day’s events.
“Would you like to dance?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood.
Shadowheart looks at you, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “I’ve never danced before.”
You stand up and offer your hand. “Well, there’s a first time for everything. I’m not the best, but I’ll lead if you want to try.”
After a moment's hesitation, she places her hand in yours, allowing you to pull her to her feet. The music is lively, a blend of instruments from various lands, played by a mix of tieflings and druids. The rhythm is infectious, and even in the solemnity of the night, it brings a spark of joy to the air.
You lead Shadowheart to the makeshift dance floor, her movements stiff and unsure at first. But as the music swells, something shifts within her. Her body relaxes, and she starts to move with a grace that belies her warrior's training. The tension of the day seems to melt away, replaced by a quiet, shared connection between the two of you. You couldn't wait to peel off all of her clothes.
You lean in kissing her. A kiss that speaks of the relief of victory, the sorrow of loss, and the promise of a future that is still uncertain. She responds, her arms wrapping around your neck, her body pressing against yours. For a brief moment, the chaos of the world outside the warmth of the firelight fades away, and all that matters is the beating of your hearts in sync with the music.
"Do you want to go somewhere private?" Shadowheart ask weakly.