Part 5
(How those two know each other. Sort of)
Kitty, the newest fae on this kingdom, expose her head to peering at her assaults dead bodies splashes on the ground as if it was nothing and her eyes travel to her own dress for a moment making the connection that those 3 older faes who were ripping Kitty´s dress to the sherds and she´s doing her best to hold the fabric well enough so it wouldn´t fall and expose her skin.
The bullies thought, once spotting Kitty and her new dress that she sews for herself, ripping her dress and only dress would be great teaching to Kitty. The bullies were blessed by the Queen, favour that Kitty is not privy yet, and this feels them entitled to treat Kitty as they wish and never once thought on the consequences.
The petite fae once makes sure the dress wouldn´t fall finally leaves her hiding spot and sees the so-called consequences is now cleaning its sword and looking at the ringleader of the group with little emotion. Of course, faes see death as nothing of a big deal. Kitty can´t help by shiver at this (How odd? Death should be insignificant to her and she should not feel gross-out to see the gore of the scene) and her saviour, the consequence is here. Peering at her as if waiting for her to do the next move.
A huntsman has the typical tattoo that is easy to reconize and the fact the huntsman in question is almost bare saving by a old worm pants and nothing else. The blue and fuzzy man is taller than Kitty and has a smirk on his face as his golden eyes start to glow as Kitty gulp.
Be careful about what you say next. Kitty. The huntsmen love to kill.
“I´d not think you did this for me, but, thank” she paused again as fae don´t like to be thank by someone in a lower class. Why she thought in saying thank you? “ thank Zaorva you arrive here”
The man blinks and nods. “Do you know who I´m?”
“A huntsman”
“Only a huntsman?”
“I...” and she closes her mouth as the fae is now too closer to her space. “I´d not know who you are outside your class” and to her surprise, the fae seems sad to the point he even lower his head a little.
“I see. You wouldn´t remember anyway. It was the price” he mumbles and then speaks again as he crafts a homemade outfit for Kitty to repair the ruined dress. “And who says I didn´t do that for you?”
“Then...I´m owning you a favour than” she tries to smile but she looks away as she sees the dead bodies of one of the bullies and the huntsman seems to catch on as he sighs and teleports her away from the location.
“You do, Katzchen. And why you don´t give me a name? calling me huntsman is tiresome” he jokes and Kitty nods not getting the implication this truly carries on the fae community.
“How about Kurt?”
“I like this name, Katzchen”
“What´s Katzchen?”
“A nickname for you”
The Queen didn´t seem to notice the absence of her favourites faes and maybe this gives a wide berth of opportunity to more faes to be her favourite and Bess got the spot easily and was blessed with nice rewards.