The Grey Storm

12

Silver eyes
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Isamiona groans, waking up. Holding her pounding head as she sluggishly got out of bed. Her wound closed up a bit, or that will be another messy issue. Wobbling towards the bathroom, feeling her brain throbbing as if her heart was beating inside her head. Squinting to recollect last nights events but there's nothing to recall, shrugging since nothing serious happened or will happen because that lurking Dragon is in ICU. Today, Isamiona want to be lazy with snacks and be in the family's spare house all day, to get over the hangover.

As she went to the bathroom. Running a cold shower, dumping her clothes she wore from last night which reeked like alcohol and blood. Pausing for a while, wondering if she did things out of her nature, then removing her breastplate. Getting into the shower, gripping to the wall sighing to starting another day.

Walking downstairs with a dull headache as the sun shining in the living room aggravated her, "Meî Syra—" (Morning Sister)

"Shut up," she tap on the coffee machine's screen making herself a Hazelnut cappuccino, taking a Kobe bead placing it on the lobe of her ear as it vibrated taking some of the headache away. Elijah watched in silence as Isamiona drank her cappuccino and sighing to herself, Ethan was about to say something. But Elijah glared at him hard before he pissed off the hungover Isamiona more, his blue eyes turned into an icy haze, immediately shutting up the younger brother. "Father called us all to breakfast," he said being careful of what's going to happen next, her eyes grew dark with her teacup barely touching her lips. Both brothers grew afraid of how Isamiona's moods been lately. Now with a hungover one, no one knows what to predict."Biy scer nexis!" (For Fuck sakes!) Isamiona cursed loudly placing her cappuccino back on it's saucer, Elijah flinched at her anger which no doubt that this is Iseul's daughter. "Hey don't shoot the messenger, Devlin told us."

"It is true, Head Lady Rosemary," the elderly butler stood there with his hands behind his back, quiet from the siblings. So long for snacks and watching Turkish Drama. Thinking to herself, taking a hip flask from her breast pocket showing to her older brothers. "What is that?" Elijah raised a brow at her, Ethan smirked taking the hip flask from her. Opening the tiny flask, sniffing it before taking a swing before coughing at the strong alcohol, burning his nose. "W-We agree for once. . .together, I'm not in the mood to be sober with Iseul early in the morning." Elijah sigh heavily grabbing the hip flask from Ethan, taking two long swings as Ethan pats his brother's back. "There you go brother! Isamiona another round?" Isamiona poured her some in her cappuccino, gulping her warm drink in one go. "Head Lady, you sure consuming more alcohol though you were massively drunk last night?"

Breaking the passing of the hip flask passing triangle between the siblings, giving a warn glare at the slightly tipsy Ethan before looking at the young Lady who's hangover in concern. She flicked her hand, showing she's alright. "Let's get this over with," slightly slurring walking out from the Granny flat, looking at the manor known as, ‘Lieur Monoter’ (Lion's Manor). Iseul's proud household resident, the Proud Lion's palace. The previous Headquarters where the Malagarian royals once dined and balled, when Iseul was a baby. Squinting as the sun brightly shine today, "Mister Devlin up," she demanded as Devlin scooped Isamiona up, letting her sit on his one forearm. As old as he is, he has strength of a stubborn ox. Devlin basically is ten years older Iseul because he was a teenager when he first served for her Eüya's family Butler.

Entering the dinning room, Elijah sat down on Isamiona's left hand side. Ethan joined silently after. Isamiona lazily look over at the maids and servants who lined on either sides, checking out their outfits. Gold and tan colours to represent the Lion emblem, one maid was misplaced as her clothes were unpresentable. Sighing as she eyed the maid carefully, feeling her brain throb as the maid's white shirt was tucked in neatly invisibly, skirt pulled up right and the belt tightened. Unnoticed by anyone as breakfast is being served. The maid looked around herself frantically to see what was going on, her scarf was pulled tighter, tucking her hair strands in. Satisfied with the look, Isamiona's eyes glinted a sliver shimmer. The maid met the Head Rosemary's eyes, she timidly bowed her head in asking forgiveness.

But both Elijah and Iseul caught the silver glint, raising brows at the transition of her eye colour. Once everyone was settled, Iseul clasped his hands together. "Children," he stated looking around the table, "You all know my birthday is in two days time, it's a big celebration of age." the room went silent, Seung-Heon gasped in thought. Something not to do when Iseul makes an important announcement, "Oh? It's Biada's fifty-nth birthday party!" Isamiona paled remembering the outcomes of this, bad memories started flashing by, gripping the table cloth. Elijah saw this and nodded at her, "Yes, little cub you are right!" Praising his young half-bloodeld brother, Iseul looked at Isamiona who struggled to eat her Heoddeok knowing she's not fully use to Korean style food. "Isamiona," he called as she snapped out of her daze, looking up at him. "You heard? My birthday is on Friday,"

She nodded focusing on her food again, making Iseul frown as Hyo looked at him trying to let him leave Isamiona be. "Anyone got plans?" looking at all his children in happiness, Ethan recoiled back and whispered. "Ewwww! Since when does this Fygees show emotions?" Elijah chuckled to himself slapping his brother's arm as Isamiona rolled her eyes at their drunken silly tactics, but crack a tipsy grin to herself. "Have a party at the Leodor hall, Hyo can plan it." Isamiona said so nonchalantly as Hyo clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh Heavens I got ideas! Oh honey it will be the best birthday!" Hyo danced in her seat as Iseul watched her with a chuckle, "First it's hubby on the eleventh of June. Then it's older twins' birthday on the twenty-fifth of August, Dae-myung is the second of September. Ethan is on the twenty-eighth of October, Elijah is the eighteenth of November. My younger twins in the thirty-first of December, Baek is the twenty-sixth of April and I am in May the third." Hyo calculating everyone's birthdays but paused, "Oh we're missing someone? Can anyone tell me when is it Isamiona's birthday?"

The room went quiet for a while, Hyo looked around the table then at Isamiona's older brothers who shrugged their heads. Her fourth sons kept silent, whom she hoped they got to know something about her. Iseul avoided eye contact with his wife who was speechless with the table. "Isamiona, when is your birthday. If I may ask?" giving the table a death glare, showing her disappointment except the younger twins.

"February the eleventh,"

"Oh Iseul is the eleventh and you too! Aww, that's so cute!" Isamiona nodded then finished her bowl of strawberries and honey with whip cream, "And it's Head Lady Rosemary, I'm of higher  rank than you." getting up without eating her breakfast besides her fruit salad. Hyo looked at her worried, "Isamiona—"

"What is it with this rank? I don't get it? Why must everyone treat you like a princess including my parents?" Baek interrupted his mother, snapping at Isamiona angrily putting heavy emphasis on the ‘my’. "Well didn't your beloved father told you?" Baek looked at her confused then look at Iseul who paled looking at Isamiona, "He is the son of Leya Lelï Anahita Irsa Rosemary? Lady of the State of Zetharaoh?" Baek's mouth hung open, gapping like a fish. "And why I am Head of this household? Because I'm next in line to be the next Leya of Zetharaoh." she mockingly emphasis, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "So study your own father's history before you question my authority that can get you killed."

"Isamiona? Are you feeling okay? You barely ate," Hyo tried to relief the tension that is clotting the room, "Your Heoddeok is too sweet, I'll go out to eat." folding her napkin as a maid fetched her coat, "I like the fruits, especially the red grapes and sweet melon with whip cream. . .thank you," Hyo was in glee knowing that Isamiona enjoyed the fruits, smiling that she at least cracked the ice. Once the maid placed the coat on Isamiona as she glared at Iseul, her eyes turned silver. Looking at him for a long time, with that hard bitter glare reminding of his mother. Fixing her kedaat before walking away into the hallway, Hyo grabbed his hand tight too excited to sense his fear.