Chapter 7: Home (1/2)
Staring silently out at the countryside, I gazed at father with a questioning look, ”Where is Mother? Did she not come on this trip.”
Shaking his head, Father smiled bitterly, ”She is coming. She just had to resign from the governor's position. She should be arriving by tomorrow,”
Nodding absentmindedly, I stared out slowly, getting lost in the view. Hours began to pass as we were brought an elegant-looking meal for lunch. It was, in my opinion, poorly made, lacking in every possible manner aside from aesthetics.
Father seeing my plight, laughed, ”Sorry, Sène, I know this was your first meal, but don't worry, they don't always taste like that.”
Seeing him try to comfort me made me laugh a bit. There were many roles I could not play as I was far too young, but seeing my father trying so hard, I gave him a bright smile, ”It's fine; I'm sure we will have outstanding food in our new home.”
Suddenly a loud announcement entered my ears, ”Attention, we will be arriving in Pendragon in fifteen minutes.”
Smiling, Father carried me back to the room; he grabbed a few documents before the train gradually stopped. Sitting on fathers sturdy shoulders, I gazed out at the majestic train station filled with thousands of people coming and going.
Father did not take more than a few steps before three middle-aged butlers appeared, giving a deep bow, ”Greeting Duke Val, your transportation to the Snow estate has been taken care of. Would you please follow us?”
Father did not seem very surprised as he followed behind the three men with me on his back. Staring at the luxurious carriage with five large beautiful black horses with three bulky horns sporting from its head caused me to gasp.
I could feel a profound pulse of power flowing from their bodies as they released steam of white carbon dioxide from their nostrils. Father lifted me down before entering the carriage. Yet, for some reason, my father was a little quiet, causing me to further analyze the three men before me.
One was driving the carriage, and the other two were sitting across from me. They did not smell of blood like Marquess Dra, but rather of nothing...shit.
Listening to my heart beating like a drum, as I tried to remain quiet, but one of the butlers smiled coldly, ”who would have thought a small child would discover us. Val, he really is something. Are you sure he is not an old demon?”
Pausing, my eyes grew wide as father burst into laughter, ”I did not think he would discover you all either. His perception is exquisite, Eroma, what brings you to me.”
Staring in shock, I suddenly saw a bright light flash as the middle age butler turned into a young man with long ashen-colored hair like fathers. His eyes were sharp and deep like the abyss, with a long shallow scar just below his eye reaching down to his chin.
Eroma gave a childlike grin before jumping in between Father and me, ”Come on, Val, stop being so uptight it's only us here. Those guys are just dolls. Come on, tell your little bro about outside the walls of the capital. ”
Father snorted before chopping Eroma upside the head, ”Why the hell did father send you to pick us up.” he exclaimed in a somewhat annoyed tone.