Finally the sun has set and as the cool night air filled the castle. Fireplaces, as well as lamps, were lit to brighten and bring warmth to the meeting room while the owners of the estate waited for their daughter to arrive.
"How do you think she's going to take this?"
"She knows what this estate means to us, whether she wants to or not she will do what needs to be done."
Charleen sluggishly enters the room with Zar trotting at her side. Upon seeing the master of the home, Zar dashes to the man in excitement.
"Calm down boy!" said the master as he tried to calm down the hound, "good to see you to Zarok. Now, Charleen, we called you in here to discuss something important."
With her hand slightly covering her mouth the young lady yawned, "Oh yeah? What is it?"
"Well," said the mistress, "We're going to be having a banquet tomorrow, to discuss the ownership of the estate after we pass on."
"Oh yeah that. Ben's going to be there too, right?"
"No Charleen," responded the Master, in a harsher tone, "Benjamin won't be attending this meeting."
Concerned, Charleen glanced up from playing with her fingers, "Why?"
"Because…," began the Lady of the estate, "we just believe that it would be best if he didn't attend this one."
"What do you mean mother!," screamed the Charleen, "I mean he's getting the estate right?! Because he's way more—"
"The estate and the land are going to you Charleen," interrupted the Master.
"Why!?," a sudden fear seemed to flood Charleen's mind , "Why can't Ben just run it!? He's been learning how to ever since I was little. We've been able to get him out of the tower for every other meeting. Why is this one any different!? He's going to go crazy if he doesn't leave that place every so often!"
"Charleen," the Lady softly spoke once more, "this is something that you wouldn't be able to understand right now—"
"NO! I understand perfectly!," Fuming with rage the young lady raised her voice louder than before, "You guys think that just because he's a mage he can't run the estate! Well if my thoughts were ever put into this stupid decision I would have vouched for my brother!"
The Lady stood from her chair in an attempt to pacify her daughter, "Charleen calm down—"
"No!"
*Whine*
Taking a breath Charleen lowered her shoulders, "Mother, father, I don't want to run a whole city! That was Ben's thing! He was the one—"
"Charleen!" And with the roar of the Master's voice everything went silent. All that could be heard was Zarok's panting. "Benjamin can't run this city anymore, so it falls to you. Do you understand!"
Charleen glared at her father in the silence.
"You know how important this estate is to your mother and me. Please Charleen."
"Whatever! Let's go Zar!" As Charleen stormed out of the room, with her mabari to follow, she stopped at the doorway, "What time is the meeting…"
"Before sunset dear," answered the Lady.