Soren is the owner and leader of the Untimely Tavern of peculiar gentlemen. He is also known for his impeccable high taste in women. Despite his attraction towards them, he despises the woman mind. That doesn't mean he can't particularly be a gentle...
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"Love is a bitch," I angrily mutter under my breath before leaving Sitrus and Lancelin to themselves.
Coming out of the kitchen after kicking the swinging door open my eyes fall on Cassimeer. He has already redecorated the room with his magic from the old tavern to a more modern day style. The bar room is classy, for the ones who desire a quiet drink.
The dim lights illuminate the room with a soft glow like a candle light. Cassimeer knew me well, he knew this setting could calm the rage inside me. The relaxing aura urged me to take a seat amongst the dark red leather couches by the fireplace with a nice glass of brandy in my hand.
But first, discipline.
"We're ready to open," Cass turns to me almost too excited. His grin drops upon seeing my agitated face.
"You are quite the looker tonight Cassimeer," I say while taking a seat. "Nice and cleaned up for—what exactly?"
"It is New Years Soren," Cass sits opposite of me, grabbing a cigar from a black ceramic box on the table.
He cuts it and sticks the fat bundle of fermented dried tobacco leaves in his mouth. He holds up his finger in front of it and fire emerges lighting it ablaze. The glow brightens his violet eyes.
He puffs out a cloud of smoke towards me. I simply allow it to brush my face, not letting the action bother me. He falls back on the cushions letting out a exasperated sigh. He runs his fingers through his black hair seeming irritated by my presence.
"Are you fucking mad?" I suddenly snap, not being able to control myself any longer. "We are kin Cassimeer, we have an unbroken vow of brotherhood. If it is sex you desire, get a whore, not a wife."
"You don't understand," Cass shakes his head in disbelief. "I have duties to carry on my bloodline. I am the last descendant from the Dark House of Umbra, if I don't find someone my magic will die out."
"And you decided not to let me in on this information?" I spit the question out harshly. Cass has never kept anything from me before.
"I wanted to, but of course, you react like this. You get riled up too easily," Cass's eyes grow dark becoming frustrated with me.
"We will find you a woman who can carry your child, but after that she is no longer welcome," I suggest, but he shakes his head disagreeing.
"I need a mother to raise the child you dunce," He throws back, taking another puff of his cigar.
"How about an alternative mother?" I question softly. He slowly brings down his cigar, pinching it between his two fingers. For a moment, he considers it.
"I won't do that," He gives me his answer, making my blood boil.
"Bloody fucking hell Cassimeer! You're my best man, I can't let you do this," Without warning, I spring up from the sofa towering over him.
