The Wrong Timing

7

Madrix had turned out to be a nice and helpful man.

Renai couldn’t thank the family enough for their hospitality throughout the week. It had been a week living with them and they had always treated her like a family. Even they let her take their daughter to the market and sleep with her every night. Who did that in the 18th century? Sebria wasn’t as cruel as she thought while travelling, and well, she couldn’t be more grateful for that.

She was combing her wet long hair after taking a bath. It was dawning. Dim grey clouds strung out in the clear sky, casting a shadow on the ground by curtaining the hues of the emerging sun. The scenery was mesmerising. Birds’ chirping made the moment more magical.

A loud thunder clapped in the air, rendering Renai’s eye to fly toward the sky. It was going to rain. She would have showered under the drizzle if not taken a bath. While done braiding her damped, luscious honey-brown hair, she gazed up to glance. Her eyes flung at Madrix getting out of