Chapter 393 - A gift (1/2)
”For whom are the clothes, father?”
”For Emi, of course,” said he closing the door behind, ”-she'll be modeling for us, didn't I specify it earlier?”
”Are you sure?” she interrupted, ”-I mean, I don't want to be any more hassle than is due.”
”Don't worry,” said he pointing at the door, ”-I've asked to have another room sorted. Go on, the staff should be outside,” as he said so came the workers.
”What should we do, majesty?” asked an army of maids.
”Take her and those clothes to the new room.”
”As you wish,” they said moving orderly and efficiently as ants. The c.u.mbersome living room turned empty with her gone. Julius sat dangling his feet, ”-father.”
”Yeah?”
”About Meldorino, will her becoming our model that good a move?”
”Honestly,” he sighed, ”-I don't know if she'll do – nevertheless, one must play with what he has been dealt.”
”I see…” the television added to the would-be silent background.
”Creation.”
”I'm thy son, say mine name,” a shake of the head showed the discontent.
”Would you do what I ask you to do, whatever it may so happen to be?”
”Why such a serious tone,” said the young prince, ”-if it's in my power, then yes, there's no ulterior motive behind my actions. I'm truly glad to have been given a life in the real world.”
”Remember when I said Gods didn't have rules for we are the rulers, the same goes for morals.”
”Are you referring to me using my power?”
”Yes.”
”No, I don't mind, there's no point beating about the bush, if there's something I can make, I'll do so.”
”What of a vessel for the soul of divine beings.” A heavy silence thumped upon the room; the words were simple yet held such meaning. The Prince's sitting posture broke into a stutter. A few breaths later had him relax all the while Staxius watched.
”It's possible if I know how it's made, I don't mind doing so.”
”Good,” the pressure lifted, ”-good to know.”
”Why ask such a question?”
”To see where you stood.”
”I've said it before, father, I don't have ulterior motives,” the hand hit against the couch defiantly.
”I know, was just checking. Can't blame a man for having his worries.”
”I suppose,” thus ended the conversation between father and son.
Meanwhile, away from Melmark and inside Dostein; a little hideaway village stood on the coast. A village hosting multiple villas with even richer inhabitants. The village, or so-referred to on the map, was big and secretive. A place somewhat restricted for people never ventured close. Why look for trouble when the beach stood a few meters away, the beautifully hot sand, sparkling lagoon splitting into differing colors, and the all-mighty sun.
”Lady Aceline,” came a voice holding a platter and a phone.
”Yes?” replied the lady reclined on a lounge chair.
”I had an offer of modeling,” said the man wearing glasses.
”Didn't I ask you to decline all the offers?” said she with a sigh, her sunglasses stopped the reflected rays of the pool. Over yonder erected a white-fence that gave onto a good view of the bridge.
”I know, but, I think you might be interested.”
”Scott, please,” she turned gently with her light-colored two-piece swim-suit, ”-I told you, I'm not interested in modeling, not now…”
”Why not,” he argued, ”-I'm sure this company might change the refusal.”
”Go,” her glasses gave way for a stern glare that had the manager gulped.
”Meldorino,” said he.
”From the Gaso Group, even worse, no,” she reclined yet again to take a sip off a drink.
”No, Meldorino isn't a part of the Gaso Group.”
”What do you mean?” asked she with the sunglasses resting on the tip of her nose.
”The company was bought out by another.”
”Go on with it, if they were bought out, doesn't it discredit the brand entirely.”
”I know why you'd think that. Actually, the company presiding over Meldorino is Phantom.”
”Phantom,” she laughed, ”-are you serious?” the voice turned sharp, ”-the arms trading company?” her eyes bulked with a thousand flares of ire. Scott could but buckle at the pressure. ”-Out with it!”
”Yeah, the company owned by his majesty.”
”…” the idyllic scene ruptured by a single glass breaking. Her emotions ran wild to which she backhand slapped her glass. The orangish liquid spewed all over, ”-never,” said she, ”-never!”
'I'm not going to forgive them. Not after they ignored my attempts to bring peace to our kingdom. Hidros is my home too, I never wanted to leave. Still, look at me, just look at me, staying far as if a convict. There's nothing more I want than to go home and relax on the Plaustan beach. Argashield Federation my ass, they're the worse; focusing on war instead of promoting peace, I've had enough.'
”Should I tell him no?” interjected Scott amidst her soliloquy.
”Yes, tell him to f off…”
”O-” said the manager walking away.