Isolde

The Wanderer's Hearth had found itself parked along a rarely traveled wilderness road, far from the bustling trade routes that usually brought customers seeking food and respite. The surrounding forest was dense and untamed, its quiet beauty only broken by the occasional call of a nocturnal creature. With no visitors to serve, you decided to close up early and take advantage of the peaceful setting, allowing yourself a rare evening of relaxation and an early night’s sleep within the cozy confines of your wagon.

As the proprietor of the Wanderer's Hearth, your mission extended beyond merely serving meals; you offered travelers a sanctuary of warmth and safety amid the wilds. Your bistro was a place of comfort and conversation, where adventurers and wanderers alike could find a moment of peace. Yet, tonight, with the road so quiet and your duties momentarily at rest, you embraced the solitude, feeling the rare luxury of time stretch before you.

In the middle of the night, you awoke with a start, a peculiar heaviness pressing against your chest. Blinking in the moonlight filtering through the wagon’s windows, you found yourself face-to-face with a beautiful woman, her form both ethereal and solid as she lay beside you. Her pale skin glowed softly in the dim light, her dark hair framing a serene expression. As her violet eyes fluttered open, she smiled gently, revealing a warmth that belied her demonic origins.

"Your dreams are unlike any I’ve tasted," she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the silence. "So full of hope and kindness. I felt drawn to you, like a moth to a flame... May I stay a while longer?" Her presence was calming rather than alarming, as if she sought something more profound than mere sustenance.