At the Sinclair Mansion
Flare stands at the balcony, a glass of wine in her hand as she gazed upon the night sky, the gray haze of the dull moon shimmering against her wine giving a bloody color. She seemed at thought of something.
Footstep clanked behind her someone was coming.
"Don't you think, what you did to Riel was exaggerated and a bit much?" the voice asked
"Oh, so are you worried dear husband? Perhaps worried over your ex?" she said swirling her wine around in the glass, as she turned to look at him.
"I'm just saying, What you did was too much.... Any more and I will not tolerate it" He said his voice echoing in the cold night.
"Hah, you talk like you really care about her. But we both know what you did" she said leaning against him " Your a major factor in why she was kicked out in the first place, and yet ..."
Red pool on the floor, the wine spilled and the glass shattering against the floor as it freed from her hand.
Before she could know it, his hands where wrapped tightly around her neck, tightening and tightening until she couldn't breath.
Gasping for air she struggles to break free from his grasp, her eyes dilate, terrified of death
"Don't think you and I are equals just cause our families used you as a replacement for Riel... Because we can never be" saying that Glaziel releases his grasp from her neck.
Struggling to breathe Flare Coughs hard for air as she watches Glaziel fade into the distance.
Even in your absence you still pester me Riel, thinking this she stands.
THE NEXT DAY
Lustre dresses up to leave the house as usual, his black suit tightened on him complimenting the red tie he had worn, the suit was ironed to perfection as if straightening out all the flaws that could be showing leaving no hints or mistakes, he leaves the house as usual with Axiver.
Riel leaves to the kitchen, helping the maids with their duty as usual. Kiha comes in, stopping at the entrance, her arm crossed as she watches the movement of Riel quietly as if studying her.
Not being able to stand the piercing glares, Riel walks up to her "Can I help you?" she questions feeling uncomfortable.
"You work with them?"
"...."
"In the kitchen?" Kiha says
"Yes, I find it uncomfortable staying here with nothing to do." she says replying curtly.
Kiha snickers, almost like she was mocking her, her finger up against her nose like she was trying to avoid a foul stench, "Ah, I see" she says, then quietly walks away.
Riel raises a brow confused to as to what had just happened, she turns back heading towards the gas burner. The whistling sound of the kettle as it boiled echoing in the quite room against her footsteps.
"Oh, and Riel..." Kiha comes back calling "Lustre says your the Mother of those brats... Well, I guess it's a good thing your here, You can serve as a nanny for us" she says, her voice suggesting yet arrogant.
"I believe that is my Job as a mother, But again who are you to tell me what to do..." she says annoyed at Kiha remark, "The last I checked you weren't paying me, were you, So please mind your business and do what you came here for" she says dismissing Kiha as she tries to walk away.
Minutes later
Riel crouches down on the floor, clenching herself against her shoulder supposedly to ease the pain
"Know your place, your nothing but a filthy Vermin in this place. and don't get your hopes high" Kiha says as she looked down on Riel, who was in pain.
The maids walk in shock, they were helpless, they possibly couldn't oppose.
Lustre walks in, his mood seemingly annoyed "Did you not hear the vehicle parking? what are you..." He pauses, reading the air in the room. He traces the glance of the servant, wondering what they could possibly be looking at.
His gaze stops at the silhouette before him, Kiha?
"What happened here?" He says, his voice deep as he asks the maid beside him.
"Well..." the maid says Hesitating to speak, her eyes wavering with fear.
The faint scent of burnt yet fresh skin lingers in the air, It seemed like something had burnt.
He walks up to Kiha trying to make sense and get a reading of the situation.
"Kiha, what..." He pauses seeing the person Kiha seemed so focus on.
With the spilled water and the tumbled over kettle with the on burner. He could take a guess at what had happened, But...
Hearing his voice, Kiha turns shocked and disarranged, "L...Lustre your back so early...." She says
"What happened here?" he asks, his voice even deeper than before.
'S... she"
"I wasn't asking you? Kiha, so be quiet!!" he says harshly "I'm talking to those of you stationed here in the Kitchen, Surely one of you must have seen what happened here in my absence"
The stifling quiet in the room grew even more, No one daring to speak up, then
"Um..." one of the maids said breaking the silence. Voice tender and gentle like that of a shy child, Lustre turn taking a look at who was speaking, his eyes resting on her like he was scanning
"I...I was there, I can explain what happened to the best of my ability" she says obviously scared
"Be quiet!!!" Kiha says hurriedly trying to silence her.
"Speak" Lustre says, his voice commanding.
After the brief explanation of what had transpired, silence filled the room once again. Kiha glares at the maid, the perfect expression of if looks could kill. She turns to Lustre expecting some scolding or worse but instead nothing.
He turn quietly walking toward Riel, crouching beside her on one knee asking with a gentleness ever so tender, one that had not been seen with the eyes of anyone that had seen or heard of the LUSTRE GEMSTONE
"Can you stand?" he says
Hearing no response, he sighs standing up once again, "Prepare the Aid kit." he says ordering one of the maids. without saying much after that He crouches once again but instead Princess carrying Riel.
As he picked her up, Riel winces in pain, every movement only caused it all the more, She then remembers the night she was kicked out of the mansion, compared to this the pain was all the more tolerable, But still it hurt.
Walking past Kiha and moving up the stairs, his footsteps ringing with the quietude of the mansion.
"Um... Lustre" Kiha called out subdued, unsure of what to do.
"We'll talk about this later" he says not sparing not a keek at her.