"Sebastian Daimonas Michaelis! What do you mean you set a man on fire?!"
I smiled shyly at my mother as she scolded me for my actions. Yes, I admit that setting a man on fire was a bit too harsh, but he deserved it. One cannot simply cheat the Michaelis family out of millions and get away with it. He is lucky I didn't use more…invasive procedures to get rid of him. I had come down here to tell my mother about my great feat of getting rid of that scoundrel. He cost us too much and created too many problems for our family, and I wanted my mother to know that I spent my time wisely, ridding the world of the vermin that show up in our house. Somewhere along the line, this plan backfired. I assume she didn't see the light in what I did and was only focusing on the "fire" aspect of it. She sat back in her chair, her spine pulling into a straight line, stiffening as her anger overpowered her. Her eyebrows knit together with fury as her glare pierced through me.
"We are a royal family! We are not supposed to set our comrades and partners on fire! What on Earth were you thinking?! This could mean total disaster for our entire family line!"
I smiled up at her with a bit of sadness on my face, playing up my 'I'm your only son and I'm so sorry mother' card. She visibly relaxed a bit, letting her shoulders lower from their tense position. She closed her eyes, most likely contemplating where she went wrong with me and why she is even trying. At least she has begun to calm down. Usually if I give her the right look with the right puppy dog eyes she will give in and rethink my actions. In this instance, it was probably for the best. Seeing her enraged is a thing of certain doom. If there is one thing I hate about my mother, it's when she is angry. She looks at me with pure fury in her eyes, and anyone subject to that expression instantaneously wishes they were never born. She, in one moment, can make an army ask for forgiveness for killing the enemy. I wouldn't want to ever upset her more than this, for I knew that in an instant I would be the next victim of her glare. One thing in my life is certain and unchanging: if looks could kill, I'd have been dead a long time ago.
"Not to worry mother, it was only in front of Ciel. She was very helpful and I was only able to get rid of him because-"
"YOU DID THIS IN FRONT OF A LADY?!"
Oh. Shit.
I backed away from my mother slowly as I watched her face redden and her fists tighten. She stood up and directed that hateful, all knowing gaze right into my heart. There's that fear that I've become accustomed to feeling whenever she is mad. I couldn't help but shiver under that angry gaze. Her breathing was picking up, and so was my heartbeat as I knew she was angrier than I've ever seen before.
"It's all alright, mother! I was simply trying to defend her purity! He had begun to initiate sexual relations with her when I left them alone!"
"You…left…your lady…alone…in a room…WITH ANOTHER MAN?!"
Her breathing picked up more as her fury came to a head, the entire room heating up and gaining the atmosphere of nothing but hatred. She paced in front of me, too worked up to even yell. It's bad when she screams, but it's worse when she's silent. I felt my face heating up in a blush as I realized how royally I screwed up. She took another step toward me, letting me see her full on, shoulders high and chest puffed out to show her true annoyance. Her stance was as proud as a wolf's, and her fury no less powerful.
"Sebastian! You expect her to become your wife! Her country is depending on this and you go and let her be seduced by another man? This is preposterous! You can't expect me to be okay with this!"
I accidentally let out a small snort of amusement, which was most likely the biggest mistake I've ever made. Her eyes snapped at my mouth, burning holes into it. I gulped, feeling all of my blood leave my face. I was not the type to want to get married and love someone, and I certainly didn't want to be tied down. Any chance of freedom was a chance that I wanted to take and run with. With that one, tiny noise, I ended my life right there. With that noise, she knew, and she was not happy.
"Excuse me?" she quieted her voice, bringing it down to a low volume and a deeper octave. Her eyes wouldn't leave mine as she came close to me, stopping right in front of me with all the power of a million knights. This was when I grew truly scared, "Your father and I found a princess that is more than willing to marry you! Not only is this good for the business, but it's good for the country! Our royal line will be established and able to last through another generation! Are you really willing to just throw that away? Are you certain that you won't marry a woman who needs your help to get her country back? I'm certain there is another prince somewhere else who would be willing to marry her and give her anything she needs, someone who would love her unconditionally. However, she chose you. Are you really not willing to give up just a little bit of your time for her? Are you not willing to help her people and give her what she needs? I thought I raised you better than that. Son, if you want to give that up then by all means go for it, but you have to be the one to tell her."
My heart stopped in that moment. I had been so wrapped up in thinking that I don't want to get married and I don't want to be tied down that I forgot to think about her and what is best for her and how much she needs me. I forgot that she had problems and needed help and as her future husband I would have to help her. She was a woman and deserved the utmost attention. I needed to help her get the cure to her people, I needed to solve her problems and give her a haven to get away from her worldly problems.
On the other hand, I so want to be free. Being young and independent is something that not many people get to experience. I want to live my life to the fullest, creating my own path and seeing the world. I don't have time to settle down and devote my life to a woman who is just like any other princess out there. All of the princesses and women are just so utterly boring and identical that it isn't worth it to marry them. Normal is so boring. Making my own decisions and my own way through problems is who I want to be. I don't want a boring wife! I want to live my life knowing what's out there, not what's for dinner.
And then I remembered her eyes, those expressions that change on the fly…that hair that seems so soft and luscious…that small frame that holds all the dignity of a queen, and that first day when I instinctively knew that she was not like the others. It made me stop and think about how much I cared for that small, irritated frown. I realized even in that first moment that she was not the 'perfect woman'. She created a new sense in the room, and she could bend the world to her will with just a word. Her head was placed high and her own independence was apparent. She…was abhorrent. It's invigorating and refreshing and confusing all at the same time. Her refusal to stick to the stereotype…was part of her beauty.
And it was apparent that I was falling for this young woman in ways that I myself could not have predicted.
Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and looked back to my mother, who was standing there expectantly, with that small smirk of knowing on her face. She obviously had known my decision before I did. With a nod, she dismissed me, and I made my way into the hall, heading for my young Mistress's room. She was to be my first priority from now on especially until I convince myself and her that I am in love. Straightening my tie, I knocked on the door twice before hearing no response and opening the door.
What met my eyes was not a sight for children.
In front of me, on top of the large bed, was the vision of my beautiful lady, chest pressed into the mattress, as a loose, short kimono hung off her shoulder and exposed most of her thigh, leaving very little to the imagination. The curve of her posterior was so defined and, dare I say, sexy, as it was lined by the silk of the garment. Her knees were up against her ribs, forcing her pretty behind into the air, and her tear filled eyes were looking up at me with fear as she clutched the comforter beneath her. A man of Asian descent was above her, pinning her down and holding her hips in place as he maneuvered the kimono. Off to the side were two women, one in Japanese style clothing and one wearing a ridiculous amount of red, but they were not important to me at the moment, the only thing that mattered was the delectable woman in front of me and the display which she was putting on for me.
"S-Sebastian, please, help me!"
And those sultry words were the last I heard, for the world around me lost color, and my mind was no longer capable of thought.
I staggered back as the man looked up at me, eyes closed and a small smile on his features. My doll, underneath him, reached out a trembling hand for me, begging for me to come and release her of this man.
He, fully clothed, pulled the clothing up on her shoulder a bit more.
I felt the red liquid trickle out of my nose as I began to fall backward and I lost the world to a fading black.
Thank you all for reading! I hope that this chapter added a little flare to it for you! Please feel free to comment but, as usual, no hate please! I will be publishing a new chapter as soon as possible! Special thanks to SugarSweetNekoNyan for spell checking!
