A story inspired by u/willowxo98
***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Willow. Willow was a sweet young woman with fair skin, long golden hair, and blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She worked in an inn serving drinks in the dining hall, cleaning the rooms, and servicing the lonely travelers who had some coins to spare.
She didn’t hate her life. She was paid decently and treated fairly, at least most of the time. But she couldn’t help but feel as if she were missing out on life. All the nights spent with different men and women, even though many were well-off and paid handsomely for her services, started to blend together. She had become slightly mechanical in her lovemaking, which still got the job done. But she wanted more for herself.
Late one night she was cleaning tables in the dining hall when she saw a young man, about her age, sitting alone at a corner table. His short brown hair was disheveled and his leather and wool traveling clothes had seen better days.