I gathered my thoughts. Liam had asked so many questions in one breath. Why had i answered him, and why was he interested. The only good thing was that he was obviously not angry. I unrolled the towel from my body and made my underwear with magic. To make a stylish early 20th century dress, I needed a little research. The designs i found reminded me of monastery garments i wanted to pull my hair out. High collar covering your to your chin and long skirts coming to the ground would definitely be difficult to run. The sleeves were so tied that my bracelet with stars would be out. I made the dress from the picture only in grey. Lord how much lace was that, it would take me forever to strip her. It was obvious where the material for the dress had come from. One of the expensive lace curtains of Niya's "daddy" hung torn in different forms, i giggled. I put the dress on and looked in the mirror. It was going to cry, under so many cloth my tits - oh hell i just did not have any. I was like a boy, at least Liam was going to have fun at my expanse. With a lot of stubbornness and stiffness I managed to make a semi bun from my hair, a pixy cut hardly become a bun anyway. I swear that with so much metal in my head I would fly like a bullet only in the hint of a magnet in the next room. A great sigh shifted from my lips. Time to leave. Liam waited for me in the next room.
"You can pass as reverend lady from the high circles of the public, dressed like this."
"And you for a beggar. "A smile played on my lips. He seemed to be equally hot no matter of what era his clothes belonged to.
- Give me your hand and lets go go, smart mouth." - the moment I caught his hand, I shuddered. I loved his touch it was electrifying, I closed my eyes and opened them to find out we were just outside Budapest. The streets were mud and dust, the smell of stale and old sewage. I have already prayed to all possible gods not to have to stay here for too long.
Liam sat and laughed at me aloud. Apparently I had wrinkled my nose without realizing it. He had certainly understood my thoughts. Nothing personal against early years, just in books, they portray it as a romantic adventure with princes, castles, battles, balls, and in reality there is dirt, dust, stagnant air, sour food, the lack of hot running water, and oh the perfection of outside toilets and flower beds in septic tanks.
"Stop laughing, it's not funny. If you do not stop I swear I'll strangle you. :
"Why don't you, Riry, having suicidal thoughts?" - and that jab was old like a bible.He dies - I die, our personal joke for years.
"I'll make sure you die only for a second, when you become a distinct shade of blue I will stop clutching, I promise." A chuckling smile had appeared on my face.
"OH how fun, let's head to the city, we have to find a house and figure out where we are. And make money."
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"I we have a lot of work to do, and if we look at it, we have at least an hour and a half to go, better get on with it." i sighted.
"With this dress I do not think it will be very easy for you, but if I have to be honest you look pretty."
My jaw hit the floor. I waited for Liam to laugh his emerald eyes looked at me with a shine. I was staring at him in disbelief.
"You did not just give me a compliment. God, are you okay, how much did you drink while we were in Niya or anything wrong, you probably have a fever!
"Enough exaggeration you tlad." - he said, grimacing. " Do not do that. Someone will think that I only hate on you, or that i crash your self-esteem all the time.
"There is no such danger, there is no force on this earth that will destroy my self-esteem." - I laughed. I'm the kind of people that if you say they look good, instead of answering thanks, which is the normal way to answer, they say -i know and compliment themselves by the variety "Today I am divine right" - I'm probably very irritating at times .
We kept going in silence, and as I had foreseen in an hour and a half we were in town. Here the air was still hot, the streets were covered with junk, dust, and horse manure, and the smell of body odors and perfumes mixed. Low buildings of no more than five or six floors littered the city, and on the outskirts small houses with courtyards full of animals. The most impressive part of Budapest was the Royal Palace built in 1265. Now, 638 years later, it was a magnificent building with many dilated wings and a view of the Danube. The majesty of the palace stopped my breath, and for a second I forgot that I was in the middle of the street among dear people and mud.
"Liam what house would you like or apartment?"
" I don't know. you like something. I want to find something interesting to do." A smile that did not mean anything good, but only problems spilled over his face.
"You're going to have fun, only this time I will not get you out of a medieval Turkish prison. Though it was ridiculous to watch how they made you change religion and read the Koran.
"Yes, laugh, but you did not sleep in straws and smelled of something that had died for 3 days."
"I should have left you for a week and it would have been a good lesson for you not to try to sleep with a foreign woman and one of Vizier." - remembering how exasperated he was by the time i pulled him out still makes me laugh even though I felt pretty guilty about leaving him for three days in prison. Any evil for good reason is good.
Liam disappeared, and I started searching for a flat. I found a five-room apartment with large panoramic windows plastered walls with flowers and ceilings with gypsum castings. It was the dreamy apartment, kitsch, but for this time it was just delightful. I hired a guy from the street to help me with the shopping. Elite still used the services of servants, I had to become part of the elite. We needed information about the crystals, and good acquaintances would have been helpful to us. My Hungarian was a bit bad because we had not been back here for a long time, but still in good use. I will talk without any problem after some time. For now, I would say how my brother and I have moved from Paris and lived there since we were little. That would explain my ignorance of the latest gossip in society as well as my bad speech.
Already in the first boutique I faced a young lady of no more than 23 with a very expensive dress. That would be my new best friend.