A/N: There is no set time frame or consistent time line in which these drabbles occur. I just choose to write funny events that happened during the previous lord's reign. This chapter includes the next generation of clan leaders, save for Seira who was born after the OL went to his eternal sleep.

Of Traits and Lectures

Word Count: 200

"My dear girls, your coming of age ceremony is drawing near. In lieu of that, there are a few matters of importance we must discuss," the Lord announced with a strangely grave tone.

"Father, if this is one of your 'boys-cannot-be-trusted' lectures, I believe we are well informed by now," Raskreia interrupted his speech with an exasperated sigh.

"I have to agree with Raskreia-nim, my Lord. Besides, there is really no reason to worry of such matters with the men who surround us," Rozaria added with a slight snort.

The Lord raised an elegant brow in question. "Oh? Why is that?"

"A masked recluse who cannot utter a single word unless ordered. A flamboyant jester who enjoys feminine clothing. A muscled head with tendencies to disappear indefinitely at rural areas. Is it a wonder a woman would not be attracted to such males?" Rozaria huffed in irritation as Raskreia stifled a laugh at the redheaded noble's colorful depictions of Rajak, Karias, and Kaye.

"I see. Perhaps, I should have a talk with the males for a change. Their clans could very well be left without heirs if they retain these unfortunate traits," the Lord remarked, contemplating the girl's revelation thoughtfully.

Of Shoes and Consciousness

Word Count: 100

"Must you always be dressed in such rags, Kaye? You are the heir of your clan! Can you not dress in more refined clothing for once? It is a disgraceful sight – especially whilst in the presence of our Lord! At the very least…wear shoes!" Karias exclaimed dramatically, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

The white haired noble's reply was a swift punch to the other noble's jaw.

"Finally! Some peace and quiet. It was well past the time someone did that…" Rozaria remarked with gleeful satisfaction at the sight of Karias, sprawled a few feet away, having lost consciousness.

Of Similarities and Drama

Word Count: 100

"What are your thoughts on young Karias, Gejutel?" the Lord asked with an intrigued expression towards the seasoned clan leader.

"He is overly dramatic, unreasonably optimistic, and has no respect for others' privacy. He certainly does remind me of someone else now that I think of it," Gejutel replied truthfully with a pointed stare towards his Lord.

"Yes, I am very fond of the young man myself! I am glad we agree on our assessment of him! There is another like him in my court?" the Lord returned with a radiant smile, humoring the veiled reference in Gejutel's last sentence.