𝘞𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘧 𝘞𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘵

Chapter 3

   Complete silence filled the room as pointed gazes shifted through the cold, surrounding three men pacing just outside as a 'family' reunion went on.

"Speak." The gentle coldness of the youngest ran out through the silence.

"My son, mind your...nevermind" Still he couldn't stand up to his own son, his only child held more power than that of his own it disgusted him, not of his child but his own weakness.

"Let's all calm down, yes?" A deep voice filled the chilling silence.

~Outside~

"What's going on in there? Do you hear anything?" The betrothed question, worry filling his tone

"Shush! I can't hear anything with you talking, " the sworn brother spoke out in annoyance.

"...." Nothing but silence left the manipulative third

The three jump back as the door bangs open their gaze, snapping up to their sworn brother/Betrothed as resentful energy shivered around him

"It's been years. Yet you're still so petty, mother." The boy turned on his heels, storming off into the silent sect

A little later~

Wen ying sat high in a tree his flute playing that of a beautiful tune only stoping as he felt the presence of his Betrothed "...." he sighs, leaping from the tree landing not far from the man.

"How may I be of help?" He stared up at the man with a gold gaze, sending shivers down the now frowning man's body.

"I was to ask if you'd be on of company, there's been rumors of missing boats.." The man was hesitant to speak, not dearing to relax as a beautiful but cold laugh left the one he loved.

"But of course." The beauty spoke out with so much happiness that it made the man of gold freeze in his tracks.

The man in dark robs took his betrotheds hand happily running as the wend blew, as, of course, nothing made him happier than a hunt.

~At the gates~

That of two brother wens smiled so delicately as their little brother pulled them into a hug ever so happily. Now, as many knew, this boy hugged no one, so of course, it caused gasps to fill the surround of silence, giving no time to process as the three brothers set off on the air.

"couldn't even wait." A man in purple pouts out.

"Are we pouting?" A shy manipulative boy in grey spoke in a teasing tone, casting laughter to enfold the air.

"Now, now, Nie, let's not pick on our sworn brother, no?" A delicate smile rest on beautiful pink lips, causing many to blush and lose focus, only coming back to reality by that of a scream and cry of fear.

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A/N: Not the best, but it's an update, I apologize for the long wait.