Love or power? This is the real question

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

POV SABRINA

Sitting at my desk as I arrange the order of tables in the lounge for the upcoming party that is coming, I hear the sound of the door opening.

I looked up towards the entrance of the room and I see a smiling figure enter I recognized him immediately is my brother.

"Good morning sister! Are you always here that you work?"

I made a face at his silly question I wanted to say 'of course I'm here to work where you want it to be at a time like this?' instead I bit my tongue and restrained myself.

"Good morning to you too, little brother! Are you always here to break for something?"

He and I have always had this quarrel relationship but in the end we love each other very much for better or for worse we will always be united.

"I came here because I knew that Sabrina was injured in yesterday's clash. How are you now?"

I smiled at him to reassure him and I replied "The doctor told me that I was lucky and that in the future I will have only a small scar so I can say that I am well".

"I am happy for you.''

I saw my brother throw an eye on the sheets scattered on the desk in front of me and ask me what they were.

"Despite the events that have taken place in the last few hours, we cannot afford to appear weak before the courts so preparations for the fancy dress party go on."

An expression of confusion appears on his face. "Do you mean that we will celebrate even if our father was comatose?"

Io nodded, "Goffredo learns this never show weakness in front of your enemies even when you are bleeding".

He nodded his head to tell me that he understood what I wanted to tell him, because in the years I spent here in the underworld I understood that even when the waters seem calm at the first mistake the sharks arrive.

And in this case we can not afford to appear weak in too many have aims on the throne and my job is to protect it especially when I gave up all my affections to have it.

In these days we must show strength and show everyone that in the event of the death of the Dark Lord our authority will not change.

"Could you do Goffredo a favor?"

"Of course, ask."

I hand him the folder with the guest list and say "Could you think about it, please?"

He immediately took it and opened it to examine its contents, "What exactly should I do?"

"Check all the names of the guests and if someone is missing, possibly add it, send the invitations ... '' while I explained to him what he had to do excruciating pain hit my head I put my hand on my forehead to support me.

My worried brother immediately puts the folder down on the table and walks up to me asking what was happening to me.

The pain in his head is passing and I told him to rest assured that it is just a slight headache even though he is not so convinced by the answer I gave him.

Goffredo embraced me from behind from that action there was silence to interrupt this moment was the sound of knocking on the door.

"Come on! Come on in."

I saw Bartzabel enter with a frightened step, the first thing I thought about what the hell is he doing here? He should be in a completely different place at this time doing the task I have entrusted to him.