❥𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑠

ꨄ𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 1

Sʜᴏᴛ ɪᴛ - ᴋᴠᴘᴠ

  "Mr. Blacksmith??" the room grew cold, footsteps and dead silence. Mother swiftly stands with grace, tugging her gloves she walks beside him, screeching chairs an blank faces. If regrets was a crowd it would be. He is known but no one says a word. A smirk appears on his face, charmed and hypnotizes many no ones ignoring him now. "I'm all ears miss"

      Everyone quickly stared at him. The woman awkwardly went silent catching her self mid speech"um yes sir" Mom rolled her eyes leaning in towards dad he started chuckling not a care for who was their we are the blacksmiths alright "Don't they loveee you darlin" she moaned while sarcastically fanning.

       The woman adjusted herself clearing her throat "You are the officially the treasurer and third leader of the Charlteen Spades"  Everyone clapped and the room flooded with applause. My brothers all looked militant standing in order, sisters elegant, full of pride and "ready to mingle" funny...wouldn't talk to anyone from this club, we put on a good facade for sure.

    Dad muttered under his breath " finally" with a distasteful look on his face quickly putting on a dashing smile back for the crowd. We had waited to long.

      A promotion like this should have been a while ago no wonder it was so "generous" what big leap. Speaking of a change it almost had seemed like an alarm set off in our mind that day "what a perfect time for snipers don't you think" My youngest brother Hanson rubbed his hands and looked at me he was dead serious. "You worry so much of sabotage I would think one day you'll try to snipe us in future years"

   Vincent stated while laughing he had no care for anything violence wise, he's the oldest after all nothing too lose at that point being in that position of course.

        Hanson rolled his eyes "Can't you just for ounce take me seriously in a time like this sabotage wouldn't be to touché " Vincent teased "what a smart boy you are huh" Mom and dad both walked down from the stage greeting everyone, subconsciously recruiting more alliance. A voice clear as day made me still, it could cut through anything."Greetings, oldest I would assume" I looked up no one in sight . Probably some old timer bothering Vincent with nonsense questions. People are nosey and are always up to get info.

        The voice got closer from the right "Lady blacksmith perhaps" I jumped "me...oh sir you definitely have startled" The man grinned "sorry they say I'm a good sneak" His eyes darted across the room he looked away for a sec his adam's apple slowly revealing , he had a big one at that "what a long neck" I whisper it was slightly veiny, was pretty obvious actually, skin was tanned, hair was jet black pretty fluffy too from the look of it mandarin tats along the neck the vein's like rivers.

    I would guess he had more probably on his arms from his vibe. He darted back to me "what was that" destracted I went up from his neck finding his face. Looking dead into his eyes, couldn't lock for long. His eyes were gray, cold and to still

"oh...nothing was said sir" he looked middle aged , a bit on the older side I wasn't really paying attention to him much. He chuckled "Sir? Wow...the names octavius but you can call me trey" he winked it was more in a playful matter if anything but ew just ew plus... ew "yes...I'm a bit confused is something wrong mr Octavius" he scoffed "oh no I'm your body guard ...for major events only of course your personal body guard should be..." octavius looked around the room it was crowded everyone talking "one second please" he nervously chuckled while walking away.