Of Speeches and Apologies
Word Count: 300
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the union of my son and future daughter," the Lord began reciting from a scroll with a grandiose tone.
"That is the speech I prepared for my son's wedding and gave you to review, my Lord. You mistook the scrolls!" Gejutel whispered with a flustered face as the Lord cleared his throat and shuffled through his scrolls.
The gathered clan leaders stared at each other with perplexed expressions, wondering the reason behind this meeting silently.
"It appears I have not prepared a speech for the occasion," the Lord burst out in loud laughter, and the nobles sweat dropped at his careless attitude.
"In any case, we must find a way to drag – erh – convince Cadis Etrama di Raizel to visit and socialize more!" the Lord announced unexpectedly, cutting right to the chase.
"What do you propose, Lord?" Ragar asked with sparkling eyes, admiring the Lord's determination and expecting to hear an ingenious plan.
"If I knew I would not have called for a meeting, Ragar. Consider this… a betting game. Yes – a game! The one who will succeed in changing the Noblesse's reclusive tendencies will get a reward!" the Lord exclaimed ecstatically, and Gejutel sighed with a foreboding feeling.
Perhaps, he should prepare a letter of apology to Raizel-nim in advance. The clan leaders assumed a resigned expression as well, not excited in the least by the prospect of trying to lure the Noblesse out of his mansion; all except Urokai who looked overjoyed at the news.
"Let the games begin!" the Lord commanded with a booming voice, smiling widely.
Of Requests and Rejections
Word Count: 100
"Could you consider increasing your visits to the Lord, Raizel-nim?" Gejutel asked with a grim expression as he prepared himself for a rejection.
"Why would you ask this of me, Gejutel?" the Noblesse returned with a solemn expression as usual.
"I am making this request for the Lord's benefit, Raizel-nim. He has been missing you sorely," Gejutel replied cryptically, reluctant to inform the elegant being that if he did not agree, his mansion would become the nobles' playground soon.
"Has he not missed me, too?" Frankenstein cut in with an amused chuckle.
"You can decrease your visits," Gejutel replied caustically.
Of Tea and Poison
Word Count: 200
"You shall not pass," Frankenstein informed the slender noble insisting on an audience with the Noblesse.
"Step aside, human servant! I have spent countless days trying to perfect my tea brewing skills and have finally perfected my technique. All for Raizel-nim's sake! I will serve him now and you cannot stop me!" Urokai hissed with outrage evident on his pale features.
"Are you attempting to poison my master, Urokai? Have you gone mad!?" Frankenstein yelled appalled as he finally lost his composure at the noble's reply.
"Nonsense! It is herbal tea made with all of my love for the Noblesse. An ingrate like you should not be allowed to even smell this magnificent drink, but if it will make you allow me entrance, so be it. Here, taste this for yourself!" Urokai shot back angrily as he thrust a cup in Frankenstein's face.
"Th-this i-is…" Frankenstein muttered as a nauseous wave overwhelmed him and he fell to his knees after a small sip.
"M-Mast-ter…." he whispered in a desperate voice as his world dimmed and the last thing he saw was Urokai smirking.
"Fool! I especially made this for you! Sweet dreams!~" Urokai laughed gleefully as he entered the mansion.