Chapter 4
With Open Eyes
Voltaire ordered that the ball was to end immediately. The guests left, some didn't mind that it had to end; some of them had the time of their lives drinking the wine. When everyone left, Voltaire ordered some of the maids to change Kai's clothes, for he was to go to bed early that night.
Kai was seated on his bed. Probably he was staring into blank space, or he was thinking of where Tyson was. Rain then began to fall and Kai feared what could happen to Tyson. He then began to sweat, he was worried about his slave, well, once was his slave.
A knock then broke the silence. The door then opened and Voltaire stood at the door. Kai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Voltaire then approached his grandson and sat on the chaise lounge (is the sp correct?) which was at the edge of the bed.
There was a long period of silence… until Kai decided to break it. "You must be disappointed, aren't you?" Kai asked. "More than that Kai…"Voltaire said as much as possible avoiding looking at each other. Silence then filled the room again. It was a pointless conversation. Until Voltaire stood up and went to his grandson, whose head hung with regret. He wasn't used to punishing a person; he had people doing that for him. He then raised his hand, but what stopped him from slapping his grandson, was something he couldn't explain.
"WELL?! Why didn't you hit me?" Kai asked, it sounded like tears began to run down his cheek. Voltaire didn't respond. "Is it just because I love a slave? Not to mention one of the same gender?! Is that why you're so mad?!" Kai said as he brought his knees up to his face. "You brought this upon yourself." Voltaire said as he shook his head in disgust.