It seemed like an eternity before the large double door to the
kitchen swung open and the servers came forward with the food
for the weary travelers. There was a large roasted bird, an ample
fruit and vegetable platter, and of course, more ale. The barmaid
carrying the ale immediately caught Eomore’s eye. She was elven –
and exceptionally pretty. But then again it had been almost five weeks
since the prince had really looked upon the fair sex. Still, her deep
green eyes sparkled and reflected every candle in the dining hall. Her
hair was long and fl owing and was the same hue as a ripening field of
grain. She exhibited the typical elven physique, and she moved with
the gracefulness of the fair people. The simple brown serving dress
revealed her alluring femininity.
The older matron referred to her as Cara, a lovely name to go
with a lovely face, thought Eomore. This little country barmaid had
completely captivated the crown prince of Donothor, yet she in her
innocence probably didn’t even know who he was.
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