Of Dogs and Dungeons
Word Count: 150
"Have you returned to your old ways, Frankenstein?" Raizel asked with disapproval lacing his curt tone as he perused the chained man in the mansion's basement.
"Forgive me, Master. I did not wish for you to witness this; however, I have not broken my seal," Frankenstein replied with a deep bow.
"What is the meaning of this then?" the Noblesse inquired sternly before a howl reverberated in the dark chamber.
"Dog training. This stray ventured into the garden and destroyed your favorite flowers. He is being disciplined for his misconduct," Frankenstein stated with a murderous glare towards the violent werewolf.
"Does he know any tricks?" the dark haired man asked with piqued curiosity as his crimson gaze shimmered with faint excitement.
"You wish to keep him as a pet, Master? I will see to it that he is properly trained," Frankenstein returned, twisted amusement rolling off of him in waves.
Of Masks and Acknowledgment
Word Count: 100
"What is this, Ragar?" Frankenstein asked, examining the black mask the noble had gifted him with after one of their fighting sessions.
"It is a sign of my acknowledgment. Nobles of the Kertia clan are awarded this mask when they have proved their battle prowess. Wear it with pride," Ragar explained with a hint of respect coloring his deep baritone.
"I will accept the sentiment, but I cannot wear the mask. It would be a crime to deny the ladies a chance to marvel at my handsome face," Frankenstein replied with a smirk as he shook his head in denial.
Of Successors and Vacations
Word Count: 300
"I beg you to reconsider, my Lord!" Gejutel pleaded with desperation after the Lord's unexpected announcement.
"I have decided he will be the one to succeed me. My decision stands, Gejutel," the Lord insisted with a tone of finality.
"I am aware that Raskreia-nim is young in years and inexperienced still; however, she can learn how to rule if you give her a chance. It is unheard of to have the Noblesse take on the role of the Lord as well," the white haired noble argued logically, begging his Lord to see reason.
"My daughter is unfit to be a ruler. She is too soft hearted and kind to be burdened with the duties of the Lord," the blond man sighed audibly.
"The Noblesse is no better on that account; and well you know it," Gejutel returned passionately.
"Very well. If you are that opposed to my decision, there is one more candidate. You should be the one to succeed me," the Lord stated with authority, leveling the noble with a serious stare.
"Surely, you jest!" the surprised noble exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Why not? You might not be as amusing as I, but you will serve adequately enough. We must commence the preparations for your crowning ceremony promptly!" the Lord replied joyfully, satisfied by the turn of events.
"Please wait, Lord! Are you retiring now!?" Gejutel asked as he followed after the excited Lord frantically.
"Of course not! I decided to vacation in the human world for a brief time. You will serve as interim Lord during my absence," the blond man hummed satisfied as realization finally dawned on Gejutel.
He merely wished for a temporary replacement while he went on a vacation…I have been fooled once again, Gejutel lamented with a heavy sigh, recognizing the Lord's expert ploy.