Contradiction || Marichat AU

Chapter 21: A Prince's Escape

01-03-22, 7:30 pm

The sound of the Limousine's engine was steady. The gates of the Agreste Manor groaned as it swung, allowing the lustrous car to enter the mansion. The Limousine came to a stop; the boy's grim eyes landed on the build before the tinted window. It was his butler, opening the door for him. Each movement of each figure came across as staged — elegant and quick. Everyone knew what they had to do.

"Good evening Mr. Agreste, may I carry your bag for you?" asked a maid politely.

Adrien carelessly tossed the bag that the maid barely caught, paying no concern to her. The butler caught up to him and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Agreste, your father wished to have dinner with you this eveni—"

Adrien cut him off with a blank stare, followed by a scornful laugh. His rather forbidding demeanor told them to keep their distance.

"Are you alright, sir?" questioned one of the many maids.

"Do I look like I'm alright, whatever your name is?" he snapped. They all stood before the big doors, handles being clutched by two maids. They weren't to open them unless Adrien ordered them to.

"I apologize, Mr. Agreste. I didn't mean to overstep." She bowed immediately. "Mr. Gabriel simply requested us to—"

"Tell him I have better things to do." He let out an audible sigh. "Can't that stubborn old man understand? I'm not joining him today either," said Adrien with a disdainful look to his back as he tidied the cuff of his sleeve.

"Understood, sir," said the butler.

"Now open the doors." The maids did as told, doors producing a slight creak, as the boy stepped inside. Adrien swatted them away like they were bothersome flies. The helpers could only acquiesce despite his attitude. They had gone used to it.

Going up the long stairs, slender hands brushing across the railing, his eyes momentarily traveled to the large painting of both him and his father. How irritating. Was he that stupid to think I would accompany him this time? He can rot alone at the dinner table for all I care.

His footsteps echoed throughout the halls, until he finally reached his room. Adrien closed the door tightly, relaxing his shoulders as he flicked the shoes off his feet.

His room was comparable to the size of a concert hall, yet there were minimal things inside. That excluded of course the spiral staircase that led to the library on the second floor, filled with poetry books and his collection of movie compact discs. 

The ceiling was grey, embellished with a wooden chandelier with lights hanging elegantly. His walls were a dirty white. These walls were empty, some parts grey, the white portions engraved with colorless bamboo patterns. Below, was a cold, marble floor; the center of the room was covered with a rectangular, dark green carpet with an abstract pattern. 

The back wall opposite where his bed was, was completely covered with large windows and thick, grey curtains. On the corner and near the windows, there stood an empty birdcage. The owner was absent in the meantime. On the other hand, Adrien's bed was king-sized and had pearl-white, silk sheets with matching pillows. Behind it was an accent wall made of brown bamboo. Beside it was a small, black cabinet with a cute little panda night light, telephone, notebook, and pen laying atop it. 

Separating Adrien's desk from his bed was Plagg's storage of food. Unless it was opened, the odor of Camembert and other cheeses wasn't to interfere with the room's fragrance. 

He had a cream-colored bergère chair. His desk was black and had several notebooks and pens arranged from the left to the center. On the right side were his laptop, mouse, and a portrait of a woman. Above the desk was a wide, rectangular, wooden mirror. Below the desk was a call button for the maids, to alert them anytime he needed their assistance.