A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter twenty-one: proud beast and the lady on the run

I stepped out of my bathing chambers. I swiftly pushed my wet hair back as I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. The room is dimly lit which causes my body to glisten as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My deep golden-brown colour is much clearer in the dim room.

I have not felt any tingling sensation I usually get when Zadie is in trouble or acting irrational. I have not even checked up on her mainly because I cannot face what I turned her into. I recall the first time we met. She was a smart mouth who dared to mount my horse. I was watching silently as she rode it, like a skilled horse racer bound to win a race but I could not stand my horse obeying her commands which forced me to stop her innocent act. Upon seeing her, I had a premonition that she might have done something no one was aware of. It caused it to awake. It caused the gruelling beast in me to awaken after so many years of hibernating which made me believe it was dead.

I rejoiced I was elated, and I thought for once I could live a normal life.

For years I have asked myself one question that many have been unable to answer. What am I?

I shook my head as walked to my sleeping room. I spotted a letter on my bed and I whiskey slipped on my gloves before touching it. I hastily opened it, ready to see the contents and get on with the task at hand.

Xander

Come home

I examined the letter. The handwriting is more feminine, and it has a flowery scent. I have not smelled anything like that for an extremely long time. There is no way that she is alive. My sister was renounced dead how is she still alive? Yes, I left home due to my mother's bad parenting but never knew I was stepping under my father's abusive control. I can never go back home.

It has never been a home to me, and it never will. I never found comfort behind those walls but pain and suffering. It is such a shame that Mother is the source of all my suffering which was added by father. I never had parents but people who were selfish and full of greed.

I fold the paper into a small ball and place it on my bed. With a long hard sigh, I Stroll to the dining area. my plate is placed before me as I expected. Just greens and milk. Something that keeps me awake at night. I have never had the urge to face her yet, she is quite the deceiver. Master manipulator likes the Embodiment of the infamous serpent. I grabbed my fork and stuck it into the broccoli before me. I placed it gently on my tongue and chewed. It has no taste, only plain greens made to please me, but it was not enough.

Gerard walked in, I watched as he fixed his tailcoat. He slightly nodded as he placed the newspaper in front of me. Luckily today the headlines were not about me and Zadie. It was about the political structure and how women deserve the chance to prove themselves.

'You know I do not accept her letters. Not at this crucial time.' I spoke up before sipping on my cup of tea. Gerard was already on his way out, he stood in the doorway and not even daring to face me which was odd.

He sighed. 'She kept on writing. It has been more than ten years. I am tired of having to discard her letters every day.' Well, he is telling the truth. He has been taking care of my sister's letters ever since my father died. I refused to contact them because I know they are involved in this messy situation.

It is such a shame that they kept it for so long until the veins started getting darker for the first time and my eyes transitioned from black to golden brown. This is the kind of sorcery I cannot construe. The main reason she kept on sending me letters was to tell me the truth, guide me through this enervating path of cruor.

I dropped my utensil on my plate, the clanking sound sent light echoes throughout the room. 'Have you opened one of the letters at least, to seek a clear understanding of why she kept on writing even though I blatantly ignored it?'