𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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A few days earlier

Weakness.

It's something a man like me shouldn't be feeling. A man who isn't given to it. Or so I told myself over and over again.

Discipline and firmness was something which was embroidered in my veins from the moment I opened my eyes. Sustaining the pride and honour of my family in front of the royalty while performing every task laid down upon us, diligently.

A man who was made for silence, by silence and with silence. And I never objected to silence because at some point, I loved it as well.

Between the constant nagging of the peasants and the non stop meetings with the higher ups, silence was my well wisher.

But ever since she left, silence has become my greatest nemesis. Something I want to rip apart and listen to little flower's nonsense. At least it held my happiness.

Not the silence. It held sadness.

After I woke up from the unconscious state in her room, I knew, rushing into things won't help. So I decided to take steps one at a time.

The constant reminder of the driving I had done which was humanly almost impossible. Only to reach back here on time. But I should've known, I was already late by the time the news reached me.

But the first thing I did after washing up and settling my mind in the right place was to confront mother.

If I want it right, I must do it completely right.

"Mother!"

The venom filled woman who was busy thrusting needles on the piece of cloth, stopped her hands and slowly kept away her tools, raising her head and looking at me with her same eyes as mine.

"I never taught my son to raise his voice on his mother. Just how much more mannerless can you get, monster?" Her voice remained as cold and monotonous as ever. As if she was addressing to her acquaintance and not her son.

"Yeah, and today you as well might witness just how much mannerless this monster of your son actually is." I pulled out my pistol from my back holster and kept it in my hand as I walked towards her while keeping my anger in check so as not make any sudden moves that might cause her to alert herself.

"Why? Why did you do it?" My loud voice echoed in the room but she seemed unfazed like she always used to. Even when father was to express his anger with her attitude to servants. Yet he didn't dirvorce her, ofcourse if he had time, that is.

"Did what? Care to elaborate?" Her voice cut off the silence which was overflowing in the room for the past few seconds.

"Why did you threaten her? And how did you manage to send her away? Just what filthy game are you playing now?" Rage was evident in my voice as I stated my point in front of her.

"Oh you mean...that Indian? I didn't knew you had such bad taste in women. Thanks to Vivian, I was aware of it but I thought she was just a means for your fun. A temporary thing like any other man. But you crossed the line when you signed the engagement papers with her so I took matters in my hand." Her words didn't used to affect me anymore after that night but right now, if I am allowed to say so. I wish to slit open her throat so that she won't say anything bad about little flower.

"Even if you're the one who's given birth to me, I can still have you buried under six feet for insulting her mother so it'll be better if you watch your tone. And how in the world did you do it?" There's no way she holds any leverage over her so then how? Did she have a bait or something?