611 The Handmaid (1/2)
After opening the door, which despite its exaggerated size was incredibly light and easy to open, Dag found himself in the middle of a long corridor made of the same bronze material as the ceilings in the previous room.
”You made up your mind, I see!”
”Uh? Eh?!”
A very close female voice caused the young warrior to jump, who bumped with his back against the wall, turning the other way.
Next to the infirmary door, Fulla had been waiting for him and now she was looking at him with her sensual green eyes, while Dag's gaze could not help but fall on the neckline of her dress, from which he could glimpse her abundant and firm breasts.
Blushing on his cheeks with his usual awkward behavior, Dag straightened his back, pretending that the situation did not embarrass him.
Luckily for him, Fulla started talking again, without asking him any questions.
”Follow me, I will escort you to the Alfather palace till the Hlidskjàlf” Frigg's handmaid said, beginning to walk down the corridor.
Dag immediately recovered from the scare and followed her, accelerating the pace.
”I see you already know many things about Asgard, Midgardian. But I'm not surprised at this... the wise Alfather would never bring a mortal here without being sure of his worth” Fulla continued, making a slight smile and trying not to show it to Dag, who noticed it, realizing that he had managed to break the ice.
”And you?” he asked, flanking the beautiful handmaid and continuing to walk beside her.
”And me what?”
”Are you immortal?” he replied, driven by his innate curiosity.
Fulla remained a few seconds silent, smiling embarrassed and slightly accelerating the pace.
”I don't think anyone's ever asked me a question like that...” she answered timidly.
”Yes, but... you haven't given me an answer yet” Dag replied, jokingly, unable to express in words what he was feeling while walking down the corridors of one of Asgard's palaces.
”Yes, I too have been granted immortality. I live and exist exclusively to serve Frigg, Odin's wife and Queen of the nine kingdoms” Fulla replied, reciting those words as if they were indelibly written in her mind.
”Yes. Thousands of years ago, the Queen gave me this gift, promising me immortality and perennial youth and asking me for my eternal loyalty in return. From that day on, my mortal soul had a new beginning, but... this has nothing to do with you, don't ask me these things” she replied, who without thinking about it had responded freely to Dag and was talking to him about her personal life, which she had not told me to anyone, without thinking about the consequences.
”Did you accept slavery just to live forever? Mh, I don't know if I approve of your choice very much, you know?” Dag replied, continuing to ask questions and ignoring Fulla's request when she explicitly asked for a change of speech.
Although she had no intention of giving Dag all that confidence, Fulla, during that conversation, felt incredibly comfortable: even if she had never met her interlocutor before that time, talking to Dag was very pleasant and relaxing and she did not feel she was judged by him.
In addition, the young Earthly warrior's good looks helped generate interest in Frigg's beautiful servant, who, after taking a long, deep breath, answered his questions.