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As promised, here is another Illumi-centered chapter AND IT'S FINGER-LICKING GOOD!
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Illumi was not alright. Actually, he had not been for a while now, and specially not after the end of the ball, everyone knew it.
Going back to the training room had been even more terrible than he had assumed it would be, it was awfully boring and he was glad when it ended. He no longer had the patience to endure hours on end of the selection.
Sure, he had watched the women fight, but his mind wasn't focused on them. It was elsewhere, or rather, on someone else.
He resisted the urge to sigh. There truly was no way he would be able to pick a bride tonight and his family knew it. He knew it. Still, it was expected of him to play the part and be pleasant. He had to remain calm as he waited for the two selected suitors to appear, since they had gone back to their rooms to clean themselves and get ready for the private conversation with the rest of the family.
And they were taking so long.
Kikyo kept stealing glances at him, but pretended not to. Her lips were pressed in a thin line and she fanned herself quickly, squeezing the lace on her dress as she maintained her visor on the window.
His father, on the other hand, studied him with caution. It made Illumi uneasy. Always did. Being under Silva's cold gaze was always tricky; no one could ever be sure of what he was thinking about, nor his verdicts. It was worrisome.
The sound of wood crackling in the fireplace was the only thing that filled the silence.
There was a kind of mutual agreement not to say anything about the thief's invasion. They wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.
Illumi was sort of grateful for that. Not mentioning tonight's events would help him focus on the matters at hand. On his suitors. He wanted to weigh his options with care; he would have to live with the consequences of his choice for the rest of his life, both when it came to handling his wife and his offspring. Everything had to be thoroughly considered.
At that moment, however, he could not care less about that.
His thoughts revolved around Medea.
The way she had broken into the mansion, harmed a guest (something they had recently discovered), and tried to steal from his family was inconceivable. Who in their right mind thought they could fool the Zoldyck family and get away with it?
Apparently, just her.
He grasped the borders of the fireplace's mantel shelf, knuckles turning white.
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