The Grey Storm

7

Meeting of Silence
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Mister Devlin bowed his head lowly at Isamiona, who was summoned to see Iseul hours after supper. "Please don't let it end in a fight. Master Rosemary can be harsh at times but he really cares," looking at a very pissed off Isamiona who got dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, dressed in ivory silk pajamas and a white fluffy robe.

Her hair was wrapped loosely in a black Kedaat, "Don't sweet coat him, you'll waste your youth." Isamiona held the old Butler's shoulder, seeing that his Mistress was really concerned about him. "You really are an Angel under black wings. A Saint disguised as a Tyrant," the elderly Butler smiled at her, blanking his facial expression before opening the doors of the study for her. "Master Rosemary," Mister Devlin greeted politely with a head bow, before announcing: "Head Lady Rosemary is here to see you." letting Isamiona into the study. Taking the list of who will be attending the funeral from Devlin and thanking the Butler once the door closes behind her, sticking out his tongue playfully at Isamiona causing her to smile watching the doors close behind her.

Iseul stopped typing on the computer as Isamiona yawned loudly, dropping her smile in an instant at the sight of him. "Isamiona, we need to talk."

"Couldn't you vait until morning? Dhis is not a gentleman like, fix it!" hissing in frustration as she cursed in Malagarian under her breath tiredly. Looking around his study squinting at the bright lights, his horrible taste in office designing made her cringe. She stood in the centre of the study refusing to sit on those hard leather chairs, she looked at the white fur carpet that was the ugliest thing she has seen. "Xavier Elester doesn't suit you," she criticized him as Iseul shrugged taking off his glasses, crossing her arms uninterested with this conversation. "Forgive me for this but do you need any help with the funeral preparations?"

"No, Adair, Earlene and Detective Kim helped out. Obviously Eüya dealt vith shipping dhe body—" Iseul darkened by the name of his former brother-in-law, gritting his teeth as he blanked himself not to be visibly upset in front of Isamiona. "She's coming?"

"No of course not, she's in Nara Islands. Meeting vith dhe Queen." Iseul nodded, "Of course, the bitch never bothered." Isamiona ignored his ill words about his mother and sigh lightly. "Look. I'm not going to stand here and listen to your crap about your mommy issues, I'm not getting paid for being your dherapist."

"Is it that time of the month?" surprised to see how strong Isamiona is holding strong, sometimes he forgets she's just a child barely seventeen who recently lost her mother in a car accident. "No, sounds like you got it." she looked at him up and down weirdly, who does he think he is?

He never gave a damn until now. Isamiona rolled her eyes, though he looked like he was not paying attention to this meeting causing him to snap out and sighed in annoyed himself. "And vhy must I come to you? You forgot your rank Iseul? Book an appointment vith an assistant of mine. Not drag me out of bed! Dhe nerve on you!"

"Can you stop being bitchy?" Iseul sneered hating the emotionless look Isamiona is giving him. "Can you see I vant to do my stuff vithout vasting energy on you?" she exclaimed annoyed to the point of wanting to throw him over a balcony. "Dhanks to you, I have five minutes left to sleep until I have to prepare the funeral!" pinching the bridge of her nose feeling a migraine throbbing in her head, "So I have every fucking right to be bitchy!"

"You really are a bitch!"

"And you can suck on my invisible dick!" Iseul sighed once more and folded his hands over his paperwork, looking back up at Isamiona to say something but saw blood seeping through her robe. His skin paled at how large the blood stain was growing, "Isa. . . Is-Isamiona. . .you're bleeding!" Iseul got up rushing towards her, before he could do anything. Isamiona slapped his hands away, "Okay, I'll clean it."

"Clean it? You need to go to the Hospital!"

"Shh, you are so loud. So vhiney." she said turning around, as her vision blurred. Blinking her eyes as she squinted, seeing her vision blurred. "Your carpet is ugly. I hate it," was her last words before she collapsed onto the wooden floor, Iseul cursed kneeling by checking her pulse. Pressing the fourth Kobe bead around his wrist as it glowed a light blue, raising the glowing bead to his mouth. "Devlin! Eris! Help bring me Head Lady Rosemary to the Medic bay stat!" scooping her into his arms as she was surprisingly very light, the doors burst open as the two Butlers ran in. "Seems like her stitches were open,"

Looking at Eris restitch Isamiona's wound by her stomach, to find out that she was severely dehydrated due to excessive sweating. Her pajamas were soaked still, so they changed her into a black silk nightgown from Hyo's wardrobe though it barely fit her thin frame. Hyo eventually found out and was crying in the waiting room, as the maids tried to comfort her. "Seems like Head Lady Rosemary stretched her stitches open and her sweat aggravated her wound," Eris said peering down at his circular glasses, "Her migraines triggered due to stress and lack of blood."

"Hence why her changes of beds." Devlin finished, Iseul hummed seeing Isamiona hooked up to blood bags, oxygen mask and an IV drip. With a neck brace to support her head now with a bandage around her head from how hard her head hit the floor, "Lord Rosemary, Lady Rosemary wants to see the Head Lady Rosemary."

"Bring her in, put a robe on quick!" the butlers took Iseul's black robe from him and quickly put it on Isamiona. Before gently tucking her in bed again, Hyo came inside as she gasped at how sickly pale Isamiona was. "What happened here Iseul?"

"She was moving too much and was supposed to rest when out of surgery." Eris explains, making a cover story for Iseul. Hyo frowned walking to Isamiona who looked like she was sleeping in peace, she looked at Devlin who shrugged his shoulders. But gave  Iseul a side eye glance, before walking away. "The wound was big, looked like something big was lodged in her abdomen. Because the doctors missed a piece," showing a strawberry sized metal piece covered in blood, "It was stuck in her diaphragm, making it hard to breathe." Eris continued as Iseul cleared his throat for him to keep quiet.

Hyo sniffle holding Isamiona's hand like the child was going to disappear, she felt the girl's cheeks and rubbed her cold hand. Iseul was getting jealous at the sight of his wife babying Isamiona, he didn't like it. "Butterfly, it's not our fault. We were unaware—"

"But you said you were going to take care of her!" Hyo slapped her husband's arm hard as he stood there doing nothing, Iseul clenched his jaws tightly as Hyo ranted on. "Signed the rights over her stepfather! Saying you want to reconnect again!" she slapped his arm even harder. "Is this what you mean by taking care of her?" Hyo was going to hit him again but Iseul grabbed her tiny wrists to stop her, yanking her wrist back stubbornly pushing him away from her. "Honey, I was tryin—"

"I know! She has not warmed up to you, due to your absentees in the past!" pointing her index at him shakily in anger, Iseul frowned at how hard his wife is taking everything on herself for a strange child. "But we're going to make sure we are serious about this," Iseul kissed Hyo's head looking at the peaceful sleeping Isamiona. Looking at her in some way at peace, she looked a bit like Mira in a quick glance which scared Iseul to the bone.