A few days passed since The Brother and Sister "greeted" one another. His plan for luring his sister to Blaviken had worked. He was a superstitious man. And he caught wind that an ashen haired lady was seen regularly at a circus'. He put the two and two together. "If one has accomplished much in life or in a lifetime, then their next quest is a simple life." He in fact took all the jesters, gypsies, and jugglers from Blaviken and took them to his castle. A random castle in Toussaint. He loved the land because it was always green and never seemed to have bad weather. That, and he loved The Duchess' daughter, Isabella.
Lucas, unlike his father, was more fascinated in loving one woman, and having an unbreakable bond with one person. Rather than tainting his nudity with many other women. Lucas believed it was very important to have one individual in a person's life that would die and go to hell in your place. And his strange deduction created his marriage. Unfortunately, he may or may not do the same for his wife. But she was fascinated by Him. And he gave her anything she ever wanted. Yet all she wanted was him to come home and this he did not give. So maybe in the end it wasn't a true marriage.
Lucas took his prisoners to his splendid castle. Splattered on a random hill overlooking a fantastical valley. Far enough away so Duchess Anna could not see it. He knew she didn't like him and he respected that. The street leading up to the main gate was a workout within itself. What was bizarre about this endeavor is he didn't treat them as captives. The circus crew wondered what trickery he might do. As was his usual custom he flabbergasted all the trophies he took from his wars and the highest ranking officials armors.
The main hall was the most immense. Completely unnecessary tall rib cages protruding at least one-hundred and fifty feet high. Lucas believed everything about a great individual: his belongings, materials, servants, wife, officers, and even pets must represent the extraordinary quality of himself. That and his wife Isabella enjoyed the materials but not as much as he hoped she would.
The eleven captives stood shivering not in cold but fear. "This man is preparing us up for slaughter." And slaughter he did but not to them, instead four fattened calves. He gathered a large feast for all of them.
He did not have to order his hand servants to fix the table with food or silverware, for they loved their leader, and also knew beforehand that he was going to have a feast for his new "captives". If a person's servants love their master then they will gladly do work for him.
Lucas allowed his captives to sit together. Stationed apart, Lucas was not at the head of the table but his wife. The clowns also suspected that this seating arrangement was part of his sick game. They all sat, and Lucas said a short blessing in a language none of them knew, then he cut the meat. The smell was immense and the captives almost instinctively forgot they were captured. They ravaged the food. Lucas continued talking then stopped. Eventually he broke the silence "don't forget the dessert!"
Desert came out. It was a huge cake that looked like a volcano, except the mountain was chocolate and coming out was blackish fudge. It was laid directly in the center of the table. Then split for everyone completely evenly.
In fact it was so good one captive, a slender man, puked because he ate so much. Lucas chuckled and was slightly worried "don't eat so much let's wait a few minutes. If ye are done, simply say." One by one they stopped eating.
A few moments passed and The Lord stood up "I have prepared a special room for each of you, I will escort you there along with my wife." Each of the prisoners' faces grew very grave.
His Fanatical guards and his wife escorted each of the eleven captives to a separate room for the night. Finally the leader of the circus an elf spoke up "you will not separate us! we will die together." Strangely, Lucas was not surprised "I was wondering when someone was going to finally speak up. And no I am not going to kill you. If all of you wish to sleep in one room then there is a place; I usually have nobles sleep in this room because it is large, all of you can sleep in there. I will need to bring more pillows and blankets." Lucas led them to their chambers. Isabela smiled and told them to "sleep well all of you have had a long journey." The door to the chambers shut behind the captives. They sat huddled together wondering what their fate was.