"Emilia" (fiction)

Igor had arrived at five in the afternoon as usual to the house. He was received by one of the servants and led him to the hall. It was placed in its usual spot: in front of the piano next to the divan. Minutes later, Miss Emilia, the only daughter of the lord of those lands, would enter the scene. She said nothing but "good afternoon" and her warm, sweet breath enveloped that place. The young lady would walk with delicate steps until she was facing the piano next to Igor.

It was another lesson from the mentioned instrument. That man had been giving private lessons to the young lady since she was very small on the orders of her father, the man who was a musician before becoming a politician. Emilia began to play the keys, her fingers were delicate as impeccable porcelain. When she rang a note, it seemed that the sound caressed the ears of those present as if the music were a beast appeased by the lovely fingers of the girl. It sounded "For Elisa." Emilia played music. But her teacher felt drowned by both: sound and the presence of the young woman. Today she came less clothes than other times. Her flesh was the forbidden apple.

For her teacher, Emilia turned out to be a woman's paradox: her charm dominated the whole world, and everyone in turn adored her for her humility. And yet, she was still a young woman, one of those who with a gesture, a look or the sound of her voice made it clear that there was only room for her will to be carried out.Igor was weak before such charms, an old man falls more easily before a woman so young because he believes that it is a helpless animal which must protect, when the reality is that the man falls without realizing the spell of the Mermaid songs that sketch the beauty of the girl.

The piece ended and Emilia stopped. The teacher was going to say something dull to her as is the custom in the old ones as much as for the girls, but Emilia went forward looking at him like a footman.

She ordered to kiss her feet. Igor stared into her eyes. In this he noticed that Emilia's gaze was that of someone who did not understand the possibility that some order of her person was not executed, to the point that her wishes had to be fulfilled before even her mouth could paint them in such delicate words.

Emilia's voice is as fine as of a little girl who suffers from shyness. Thanks to this, her footman understood that everyone must feel the joy of heaven when fulfilling some order dictated by that mouth. He knelt before her when she went barefoot. The girl's clothes were tight on her body. He brought his trembling lips to the feet of the now transformed goddess of virtue and desire, the dyad of light and darkness, but she stopped him by placing her hands between the teacher's cheeks and kissed his lips.

Her kiss was like the touch of a lily in his mouth, left a pleasant and lasting perfume.

"Enough," Emilia said, but not with an imperious tone, but with a gentle voice. The man stopped in the act as soon as the goddess girl ordered him. He understood that God somehow manifested in her, and to disobey her would be to sin.
"Excuse me, Emilia," answered Igor, standing up.

"Pick up my shoes,"s he said again with that delicated tone of voice. Igor fulfilled the order. The girl did not thank him because she sent and the man obeyed. It was the law to which she subjected everyone.
Igor resumed the piano and the room was filled with music again. This at least appeased the internal rain never manifested by the pianist. But nevertheless, he felt happy being Emilia's slave.

She was simply majestic.

The translation from spanish to english was made by me, with love and coffe.