Cain was pissed off as he headed out of Eldric’s mansion, his face wrenched into one of anger until he got to the parking lot, where his expression suddenly beca extrely calm, almost like his anger had been a mask he had suddenly taken off.
Frank was waiting for him outside, standing in front of a car, and pulling open the door the second Cain ca close enough to enter.
Cain settled inside the car first before Frank followed after him.
"Did everything go well, my lord?" Frank politely asked with a concerned expression on his face. The fact that he had been unable to stay worried him. It didn’t help that he had seen a couple of bodies being carried out a few seconds after Cain stepped out.
"Everything is fine! Give the driver instructions to drive to where the council eting would take place," he instructed Frank before turning his attention back to the scenery after Frank did as he said, and the car began to move.
"It shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes!" Frank inford him before becoming extrely quiet, almost like he wasn’t there, sensing that Cain wasn’t in the greatest of moods.
The last thing he wanted to do was piss him off when he was so unpredictable.
The drive was quiet, and Cain enjoyed it that way, even as he thought back to the conversation he had with Eldric. The fact that he would ask him such a thing made him feel uncomfortable.
’Lord Grainger was close with my parents!’ he thought to himself, knowing that there was no way Eldric didn’t know that he wouldn’t accept his request.
’Was he just looking for an excuse to stop sending the dicine to ?’ Cain worried at what that ant since if Eldric ever discovered that Viole could negate the effects of the curse, then he would do everything in his power to kill him.
The frown on his face only beca much deeper the longer he thought about it until he sensed the car slow down to a crawl in front of a huge building where the eting was to take place.
Although none of them had agreed to use Eldric’s mansion, no one had gone out of their way to fight the monthly eting from taking place in his district.
Cain got out of the car with Frank falling in line behind him as together they walked towards the stairs of the building. One after the other, Cain showed his card of identity to each level of guard as he passed the main door and each of the other doors that led to the venue of the eting.
He had just stepped inside when he noticed that he and only one person had arrived, moving over to sit right opposite them, even as Frank moved to stand right beside his high seat with a cautious look on his face.
Cain simply stared at the woman for a few minutes in absolute silence as she did the sa before he finally spoke.
"You aren’t lord yet! I didn’t know that this was allowed!" Cain said to the red-haired woman who sat in her own high chair wearing a pretty long red gown that showed every one of her curves.
She had a cold disposition and even colder eyes as she assessed Cain with the intensity with which he looked at her, without a trace of fear in her eyes, as she opened her mouth to respond.
"Father is sick! If you attended the last eting, you would know that!" she responded, her eyes fixed on him almost like she was waiting to catch his next move.
If she paid attention, then the guard behind her looked even more nervous, as he fixed his eyes on Cain—not too openly to be seen as disrespectful—his gaze sliding between Cain and the door almost like he was calculating a ans of escape if the need for it arose.
"Lady Bella, right? I hear you’re just as vicious as you’re beautiful!" Cain said, a sly smile on his face as he leaned forward with both hands on the table before he continued speaking, "I don’t see it!" His tone leveled with a mocking sincerity to it.
Lady Bella, on the other hand, didn’t seem to take offense as she showed the slightest bit of a smile when she opened her mouth to reply. "Lord Cain, right? I hear you’re as good-looking as you’re mad!" she said, feeling the tension wafting off her guard and hearing as he grabbed her chair, almost hinting at sothing he thought she didn’t understand, even as Bella continued to speak.
"I don’t see it!" she finished, her hand twitching as she saw Cain jerk back suddenly, only to lean back into his chair while her entire body felt taut as if all her nerves had been stretched thin, yet she refused to back down.
"That was... not bad!" he replied with a nod, one that almost looked like approval, even as his eyes flickered over to her guard for the slightest second before he turned back to look at her.
"I hope your father gets better, but I’d rather continue to see you in that seat!" he told her, aning every word, as she responded with a number of nods just like he had.
"Sa here! I hope he does!" she responded, leaving out the part of her inheriting his seat if he died.
Cain found her interesting enough and saw no reason not to have a longer conversation and was just about to open his mouth and speak again, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door being opened, one that hinted at the arrival of more people.
The first to walk in was Lord Grainger, the man Lord Eldric, his uncle, had wanted him to kill, who instantly moved closer towards Cain with no hesitation whatever the second he entered.
"Look at you! It seems you’ve grown wings now, boy!" he said in a loud tone, moving towards Cain with an ease that surprised Frank, who stood behind Cain, and a flicker of fear on the face of the guard who followed him and was to attend to him for the duration of the eting.
Cain’s expression was mostly blank as he turned his face to look at the old man who approached him without a hint of fear on his face like he usually saw on most people.
"You’re too old to be so carefree, old man! This attitude would get you killed faster than your age will!" Cain responded, unleashing a bit of a blood-thirsty aura at a man he hadn’t seen or spoken to in ten years regardless of the many tis they had attended the sa eting.
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