42 The Storm (1/2)
The wind battered the wooden house. Tension stressed the wood, and tension wafted through the house. Deborah stopped visiting Leo, and she ignored Lappidoth who supported the marriage between Leo and Rachel. The two younger daughters followed their mother's example and stopped visiting Leo as well.
It was a month later from the time that the suitor was rejected, and the town had stopped discussing it every single day. But occasionally, passerby townsfolk would glance at the window of a Leo's room.
Rachel sat in a chair.
She wondered if she made the right decision. She wondered about her future as the next Deborah.
Leo stared at the painting; he wondered, what it meant to truly love.
They would chat, and discuss the future, at times. They would talk about their common interests at other times. Today, they discussed Leo's past.
”Who were you before you became a Blackcloth?”
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”What do you mean?” Leo said.
”Things like... Who's your mother? Who's your Father? Things like that.”
Leo was silent for a while, as he pondered how to answer her question.
He knew he needed to answer, so he said, ”My Mother's name is Elenor Lionsmane, and my Father is named Richard Lionsmane. You may not believe me, but my name isn't just Leo... I used to be the heir to the Lionsmane Dukedom.”
Rachel looked at him softly. She wasn't sure if he was crazy, lying, or truthful, but she decided to believe him, or at the very least pretend to believe for the sake of their relationship. 'As long as he doesn't babble about this all the time or in front of neighbors,' Rachel thought, 'We'll be fine.'
Rachel said, ”So, what is the son of a Duke doing in Sodom of all places? And wasn't he executed for something.”
”I violated the taboo.”
Rachel looked puzzled.
She said, ”What taboo?”
He said, ”King Brimstone loathes any mention of the Supreme Fairy, and he especially hates those who refers to it as a dragon. He hates the mention of Dragons most of all
”Why?”