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Prologue
A soft knock can be heard on one of the large, wooden doors, soon followed by a soft "Yes" coming from the inside. A young, fairly tall man opens the door, he holds a large tray, with on it a golden-lined bowl tomato soup and a nicely decorated silver spoon. It is nothing extravagant, yet on the other hand, it is for some.
The room is very nice, painted in a pastel blue color, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Opposite of the door, hangs a golden-framed painting of a beautiful countryside landscape, that on further inspection was hand-painted with an eye for detail. On the left side of the room, in the corner, proudly stands a large, dark oak-wooden closet and left of said the door to the bathroom is located.
On the right side of the room, under the large window that is the main light-source in the room, stands a large bed, made from the same dark oak as the closet. In it, sits a figure, leaning against the plush headboard, a pillow behind their back for extra comfort, not glancing up from the book in their hands. Their lower body, covered in a thick, white bedsheet with a light-blue flower-pattern on it. The young lady in question is wearing a simple, white, woolen sweater. Her chocolate-brown braid falls over her right shoulder, reaching halfway her chest.
"Thank you, just put it down." She says in a quiet, soft voice, motioning with her right hand to a stool standing near the bed. The young man puts the tray down on the wooden stool, moving it closer to the bed.
"Is there anything else you need?" He asks, taking a step back to the center of the room. For the first time, the young woman looks up to meet his eyes. Closing the book she was intensely reading until just a mere moment ago, placing her thumb between the pages as a temporary bookmark.
"No, that's alright, you may leave. You don't have to come back either." came the soft reply. The light-brown haired man took a moment to process the words, still seemingly confused in his reply. "What do you mean with that?"
"It means you can go, you're fired. My grandfather will pay your last month's wage." She says in a bored, unfazed tone, having her attention fixed on the book in her hands once again. "What? You can't be serious! You have no right! I didn't do anything!" the man shouts.
The lady sighs and lays the book on the floor, next to the large bed, still opened, with its spine facing upwards. It is obvious that trying to read now is useless, "Well, I just did. You can make this easy and just leave, or you can make me get someone to drag you out of here. Just go to my grandfather for your last pay and leave."
By now the young man is boiling with rage, pointing an accusing finger at the young lady in the bed. "I'll leave, just don't think I'm done with you!" It is bluff, and both parties know that well enough.
"Please, take your leave already, you're ruining my mood." she replies slyly. This is the final drop, as the young lad wastes no more time on the pointless discussion and leaves the spacious room, slamming the door behind him with all his force.
Rapidly chasing through the large hallway and down the long stairs, almost running over the young, light-brown haired boy, standing on the top of the stairway. He in turn looks around to see the enraged man descend the stairs. Curiously he walks the opposite way, down the hallway and knocks on the door softly. A quiet "Yes" sounds from inside the room.
The door opens slightly, just enough for the boy to slip inside the room before he closes it again. He steps further into the room and sits on the bed next to the girl who has resumed reading her book, with the same bored look on her face. "Lovino, are you okay?" the boy asks. Lovino looks up, "Of course, why would I not be?"
"Well, I heard the door slam, and… Lovino, what happened?" asks the younger of the pair.
"I just fired him." Lovino replies as if it is the most obvious thing on earth. The younger male looks around nervously, until his eyes catch the sight of the untouched bowl of tomato soup on the nearby stool. "Are you going to eat?"
"Yes, after I finish this chapter." and turning the page.