~Hey, guys..So, I haven't touched my RusAme in forever, but I'll look it over tomorrow, so if you're reading that too, please let me know if you'd like more. I don't like it too-too much, but if you like it enough, I'll keep going.
My Prussia and I decided to start lit rp's, and this happened...
I will be posting these in shorter chapters, unlike my other fictions. I'm trying to do something different, and I'm hoping that people will ask for more that way. (shifty eyes)
Please enjoy~!
It had been four days since the last murder. There were eighteen in total now, and the crimes scenes seemed to get closer and closer to Lord Edelstein's residence each time. He persistently attempted to convince himself that the petty rumors rushing in from Salzburg were getting to him. Yes, it was only foolish paranoia.
He had recently lost his uncle, the Chief of Police, and was left a beautiful mansion in Vienna, along with a large sum of money. He was the primary target for many now. People envied how he came to a place in society where men twice his age had been working towards for their whole lives, and he was well aware of it. They only wanted his money.
To get their money, I have to be kept alive. He assured himself.
But…that may not a problem for some..
He felt sick now. Why did the women here have to be so full of gossip? He could not avoid them. His wealth officially brought him up to a very high class, one that required him to attend numerous wench-infested events, just to make appearances, of course. He absolutely hated it, because of the women, but mostly when he was asked to play piano for those disgusting, judgmental hags.
Every event seemed to have a piano around, and when he tried to leave early, someone always pulled him back and nearly begged him to play. Of course he to do it. If he were to refuse, people would speak negatively about his family. His parents left Austria and disappeared a few months before his uncle's death. He was left in the care of his uncle until he died, adding onto the trauma of having no parents around. He was so young, only about thirteen when it happened..
Lord Edelstein was the last of his family. If he were to disgrace them, there was no chance of continuing the bloodline, everyone would shame him. Personally, he didn't give a damn, but he had to.
He would always be rewarded with fake smiles and applause. He knew they were only testing him and kissing up to him for the money.
There was nothing to be proud about. He felt no thrill. He needed some kind of freedom.
The young master hated dancing with the young women that had been brainwashed into only looking pretty to be with a man. A rich man. That was it, having children was urged, but was never forced. At least, not with him.
He was so sick of it all.
He hated shaking hands with the envious men and the fathers that always put in a "good word" for their daughters or nieces, as if they were food, ripe and ready for the picking. "My daughter has beautiful, strong hips, just like her mother," they would whisper and wink.
Women in the capital disgusted him. They were all the same, but they didn't know better. Mother taught them to be "properly sexual", as the lord would have put it. Thick lipstick, heavy powder, strong perfume. Disgusting.
He was a young man with a lot of money, and he had to keep appearances.
His life was dull, repetitive, and he had considered taking his own life many times, just to get away. He couldn't leave, either. Being one of the richest men in Vienna, the country could not afford losing him to an enemy, and every guard on the borders of town made him travel back home. Not even a bribe worked on them.
He was stuck.
With money, he gained little power, lost his family, and lost his dignity.
Next chapter, next chapter~! (rushes reader)