Masrur Magi Novels & Stories

"What should I ask Bea? I don't know... Never mind. My father emerged from the kitchen, with a very unfriendly and unnerved expression. He looked very disappointed, and this was not exactly his normal state. Considering that he was always a pompous and very proud guy. Right behind him was his mistress, I mean, wife. Madelaine, that was the name she made up and I pretended I didn't know her name was Rita and she had no connection to the pure blood families. "good morning girls,..." said my father with his head down

“And we will need to resupply if you’re going to continue throwing good food at unoccupied bridges.” “How do you know it’s unoccupied?” I asked him. “I’m a mage,” he said as if that explained. “I don’t know much about mages,” I admitted. “Is that right?” He was amused. “Why is that funny?” “Well,” he considered his words. “You’re just a village girl... Mages don’t tend to frequent little villages.” “You’re too important, and tend to frequent cities?” “Yes. And so, it’s not exactly unexpected that you wouldn’t know anything about us.”

He didn't understand of course, but Jenn—one of the female maids—helped me translate it to him. I walked inside the big kitchen, Igor was absent(strange, given the kitchen was practically his home.) I saw a few maids doing the dishes, I walked up to them and gently dropped the plate, all three looked up at me with horror, the other two who were cleaning also looked at me with the same look, I started to wonder what the problem was. Had Aleksei kissed me so hard he ruined my lipstick!