I tried to forget the events that took place in that dirty cellar, but I would have nightmare after nightmare, and eventually it just became normal. Another factor that had entered my dreams was Capris, ever since our fight, she seemed different. She would still greet me, but she would be distant and quickly take her leave. Xanthe had left to do some business, so the mansion was quiet for the most part. The occasional buzz of maids preparing for his unexpected return was rather annoying though. They were mindless dolls, doing anything to be noticed by the amazing, wondering highblood...What was so special about Xanthe. He was a brute, with no sense of fear or mercy. He just killed thousands and miraculously is a hero or something.
I sigh loudly, dragging my feet tiredly as I make my way to my room. It was cleaned up, a bit more bare than before. I had lost a lot in Xanthe and Capris' fits of rage. Oh well, I would eventually die anyway, why did it matter how much I had in this life. Suddenly there is a strange sound from above, and within seconds, It was gone. I cock my head to the side. "That was odd?" I hum to myself, shaking my head as I lay down. I was just going to catch my breath and close my eyes for a few minutes beforeā¦
I awoke, practically jumping up and looking around rapidly. It had probably been hours, I hadn't meant to be asleep that long but...I rush out of the room, racing down the maze-like halls. As I'm running down the hall, I see the rush of maids pass and soon the main doors are opening, meaning the arrival of the biggest douchebag there is of the indigobloods. I groan as I, like the good troll I am, make my way to the front doors, greeting Xanthe and welcoming him home.
He reaches for me, his eyes narrowed and face stern. He shakes his head at me and walks away, silent as can be. I stand there, surprised by how serious he looked. I didn't know what to do, how to react, I almost felt...bad for him.
"X-Xanthe?" I whisper, following after him, wanting to know what he meant by his gesture. I wander to his corridor, pressing my ear against the closed doors. I can barely make out a voice, was he talking to someone.
