The Moralé's Fortune

Episode 4: A Pain tears can't explain

Chapter 1:Lord Reginald

  Albert slowly tailed Monisha, he felt hot and suffocated by her aura. She was definitely angry. Marcus walked at a faster pace than both of them. He seemed as if he was about to sprint away from Monisha's presence.

He finally stopped in front of a strange looking door that was as high as the manor's wall. He knocked thrice on the door and opened it.

"The Lady Moralé has arrived" he announced before stepping in. Monisha walked in right after while Albert stood by the door and bowed.

"Lord Nathaniel Reginald" she bowed deeply to the man who stood by the window. He wore a black russet that matched his pitch black hair and blood red eyes. His eyes were sharp yet warm and filled with care and kindness.

The room was quite spacious with odd candle stands hung at the ends of each wall. The walls were painted in black with rosey patterns of gold scattered round. At the center of the black ceiling was a golden chandelier that was brightly lit. There was a study table at the North part of the room and a set of furnitures at the center of the room.

"Lady Moralé Monisha" he bowed deeply as well.

Monisha smiled slightly as she stood straight. Lord Reginald was a significant figure in the high court, he held a great position in the continent that has maintained peace for the past century.

"Please come sit" he stretched his hand towards the set of black furnitures at the center of the room. Monisha bowed and walked towards the chairs before taking a seat on the wider cushion.

Her eyes trailed round the room, if she could remember vividly it's been almost a century she last set foot in here. "I see things hardly change here" she commented.

"I love the setting, it was all Rita's ideas and look at how nice the manor looks" Monisha stared at the large portrait that occupied one-third of the North wall of the room. A beautiful blonde woman was painted in it. She wore a white gown that was threaded with black laces at the neckline and sleeves. Her hair spread round her shoulders and curled down her sides. She had pale red eyes that eludes peace.

"Hmm, you don't say" Monisha sighed and watched Marcus walk towards them holding an odd looking bottle filled with blood and two glass cups. He placed the items on the gold center table and began to pour in liquid for both of them.

"So..." She turned to him with a questioning look. "You summoned"

"Yes I did" Marcus served both of them and left the room. Butlers were never allowed to listen to the conversations of head vampires and members of the inner court.

Monisha stared at her glass and narrowed her eyes gently. "It's just as you predicted through your letters" he started calmly. "The inner court wants to nominate a ruler from my bloodline"

A smile creeped up her face. "Vampires and humans are no different from each other" she stated gleefully.

"But if I may ask?" She turned to face Reginald "how were you able to predict the next step of the court?" Monisha arched her brow confused.

"Am I the only person who could see the handwriting written on the wall?" She asked coldly. Reginald made an oblivious look that explained a lot to Monisha.

"It baffles me that you're older than me " she shook her head disappointed. "Anyway do you have anyone in mind that would take the throne "

Reginald shook his head slowly and sipped his wine. "I haven't told my sons though "

"And keep it that way" she retorted after. "We need a fresh blood, strong, reliable, reasonable and manipulative"

"Why manipulative?" Reginald could understand all other attributes but one. Monisha smiled darkly and hummed.