Good wood - Jaroslav Juřica has created a colorful collection that aims to bring a fresh approach to seating. The ‘Candy Collection’, for JELÍNEK Collection, is designed around the ergonomics of sitting, featuring curvy, round shapes and solid oak frames to offer a comfortable experience. Love the pop of colour too, would juxtapose nicely with concrete and brick…
An Indian Shamshir for a British Officer, Mid-19th Century
Curved 30 inch pattern welded blade inlaid with a gold cartouche translating O'Ali! Gilt brass-mounted hilt comprising cruciform guard molded with central floral panel on a beaded ground; spine chased and engraved with a repeating diamond pattern; elephant ivory grip scales, the two rivets with gilt brass washers, the lanyard aperture with gilt brass lining. Gilt brass scabbard deeply chased on both sides with a design of scrolling floral tendrils within a diamond border; one side with the figure of a lion below the throat.
Jumin had always noticed her. Her silence did not take away
her exuding charismatic aura that surrounded her. She was amongst the top
bodyguards within the nation, trained by the very best.
Her name was (Y/n).
Jaehee spoke. “There has been a break in, and we are to stay
put. Security personnel will be arriving immediately.”
Jumin was startled, but did not lose his composure. “The
security systems could not have failed…” He thought, when he heard a gunshot
from outside his office. His eyes widened, and despite Jaehee’s anxious protests,
he strode towards the door and opened it cautiously.
There stood a man with a black mask, holding a gun with
trembling hands. It was aimed at her.
Jumin was frozen in his tracks, unable to move. (Y/n) stood
with a surprising calm, her arms in the air. Her long brown tresses flowed down
her back, and her black office uniform hugged her curves. From any person’s
view, she looked like a harmless office worker, which was far from the truth.
She did not wear body guard uniform, as the more inconspicuous, the better.
The man laughed nervously, not noticing his presence. “You…
lady. Tell me where Jumin Han is and I will let you go. I have unfinished
business with him.” Jumin gulped, eyes darting to (Y/n).
“I would very much like to help you sir… but please. Put
the gun down.” She said, her voice smooth.
The man walked towards her, cackling. “Stupid woman, take me
to Jumin Han,” he said, pressing the metal to her head.
Jumin felt himself ready to run to her, but there was no
In a flash, (Y/n) pushed him down to the ground and knocked
the gun out of his hand, hitching up her skirt to reveal her own. She spun the
pistol in the delicate fingers and put it down on his head.
The man screamed, and (Y/n) smiled.
“I told you put down the gun, didn’t I?” She said sweetly,
her voice coated in poison. She slid out three knives, and tossed them down
around the man’s body to immobilize him.
(Y/n) gracefully straightened herself up, brushing herself
off. Her eyes slid to make contact with Jumin’s.
His breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart stop. Her
burning eyes were enough to make a man drop to his knees, and Jumin’s was close
to giving way.
Her lips lifted into a playful smile, and she looked away.
As security began to arrive, she instructed them on what to do with the
intruder. Jumin watched in awe as they obeyed her commands with no hesitation.
She had immense power, and it gripped him. Jumin had never
seen (Y/n) doing her duties as these incidents were incredibly rare, but he had
heard the rumours.
The rumours that she could turn the tables in an instant.