The Moralé's Fortune

Episode 7: Fangs Vs Sword

Chapter 1: The child named Gawain

The dinning hall was pin drop silent as though there weren't a group of people in it. Monisha sat lazily on the head chair while resting her head on her hand. General Storm sat beside her and stared at the plate in front of him. He turned to his men and realized they also weren't eating regardless of the sumptuous aroma from the meal.

"You seem wary of the meal served." Monisha said calmly, her meal remained covered by a ceramic plate. "Are you afraid I poisoned your meal?" She chuckled lightly and sat straight.

"You don't seem hungry as well milady," Nicholas pointed in a playful tone. Monisha smiled subtly and gestured the empty seat beside her.

"I await the presence of someone."

Just then the door was slightly opened and a beautiful vampiress walked in. She was carrying a child in her arms whose face was buried in her blonde hair and his arm was around her neck. "Forgive my lateness."

Monisha waved her hand and the child was put on the chair beside her. His pale chubby hand rubbed his eyes, he was dressed in a regal black russet and his hair flowed down his shoulders to his waist. "Thank you Eliana."

Eliana bowed slightly and brought out a cup. All eyes were glued to the boy with curiosity laced on their faces. His presence gave off a feeling of uncertainty in their guts.

"Who might the child be milady?" General Storm inquired.

"My son." Even Eliana was taken aback by her words, the little boy opened his eyes and the air tensed up. It was as though a boulder was placed on their shoulders. All words that were intended to be spoken was retreated.

'what kind of child has such aura?' Fraden said to himself. He turned to meet the child and his stomach twisted when the child was staring in his direction, the intensity of those piercing blue eyes. His instinct signaled only one thing 'Flee'.

"Gawain…" Monisha hummed out his name like a melody on a harp. The boy's attention was completely stolen by her and his body turned to her as he stretched his arm to reach her. "You all can breathe, he doesn't bite unless told to."

Sweat rolled down general Storm's cheek to his chin and finally dropped on his pants. He felt suffocated, only after Monisha's words did he realize he had been holding his breath. "You both aren't related."

A stern voice cut through the tension and echoed in the hall. Monisha's lips curved in pleasure and she raised her head to turn to the man. Lawrence had his hand gripping his sheathed sword and his eyes glued to Gawain with a pure intent to murder. "What is the boy?"

Ruth snapped her head at Lawrence with fear in her eyes. She didn't want the friction between him and the heiress to make flames. General Storm was also flustered about Lawrence's tantrum. "Stand down soldier." He commanded

'What?!' Eliana gritted her teeth at the audacity of the man sitted in the dinning hall. Monisha ignored him and signaled for a cup. Eliana handed her a glass cup arranged amongst others on the table. The fear gradually turned to curiosity and wary

Monisha smiled darkly and pulled a strange shaped knife out of her dress. Everyone was both confused and curious. "Milady please ignore the behavior of my subordinates, they are all interested in knowing you that's all…"

Monisha covered the sharp knife with her hand and forcefully slit her skin. Blood gently dripped from her hand into the cup beneath it. She was completely calm and composed, Gawain stared at the cup with glee in his eyes. He seemed more expectant to receive the bloody glass. Fraden stared at them with pure disgust and anger.