Who in the world invited this fool to visit me for a second time when it is not necessary for his audience to be entertained? I already chased him away out of my private room yet he insists to stay. I do chastise not people of my own lower level, well, if to a degree an individual keeps on buggering me then it is up to them to decide how hard I can strike and where to.
I say it in a semi-imperative tone: "Cite your business." towards Lord Geoff, where he just shrugs his shoulders.
"I come in peace. I have no further endeavors to instigate a burlesque." he says it in a calm way.
"I know you are aware, Lord Aisla. I value myself as a gentleman." concluding, as he states by bolstering his claim to the namesake words of 'peace', 'endeavors', and 'instigate'.
"So do I." I firmly confirm.
"Are you looking for a fight, do you not? Well, whether I am injured or utilizing only my recessive hand and still can beat your ass." finishing, I mock him for being a left-handed fellow and a mistake of being a mixed specimen.
"Calm down, Lord Aisla. I don't seek any commotion. And I don't know what makes you acting so defensive. Calm down." he answers.
I detect nothing else from him as he seems candid about his words. My sidekick feels nonchalant where he rests all of his hands from his waists. Clyden then approaches me while I offer my ear upon him, whispering: "He's emanating neither blood nor anger. I assume his candor lies upon what he stated. Afterall, he serves as an emissary for our cause."
I come to a conclusion where I ask Clyden to leave us for now. I confide to his instinct and he alone can counsel me and my judgment. By signifying of my fingers while I am looking at Clyden, he leaves and salutes to the both of us, Lord Geoff and I, where he reaches at the doorstep.
"I appreciate the poise that you have made, Lord Aisla." Lord Geoff thanks not me but for my decision.
"Fret not, Lord Geoff. You want to talk. What are we going to talk about? Huh?" shifting my tones from a courteous one to a disparaging voice, I reckon.
I was perplexed at the time during her, Lady Anda's, homecoming. We welcomed her in a grandiose way. We held a banquet, conferred her a ceremony for her graduation, sung her exaltation about her promotion in her academics, and all of the others. Her heterochromic eyes became so mature, she left this nation when she was still in adolescent age. He brought a man unbeknownst to my notion, however.
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"Why do you seem so irate?" he asks, in a rather provocative tone.
"Towards you, Lord Geoff? Elsewhere? Or for nothing else?" I rebut, giving him a complacent stare.
I was utterly speechless by the time of the conclusion of the party. They held an immediate union sacrament and not for me as a participant. This man, I was entirely unaware about their relationship or how it developed, when for a five years of encounter bypassed through the process of ordeal...
They solely spent their time in the prestigious school from western part of the supercontinent - Inglovia. I went through a lot - I became a slave, one's dog, then got recognized by the masses, not at all able to subsist my way of living, to a degree that I had been affluent and all by the bestowment of the Queen herself. I also cajoled my way in into the ranks of the Kehinan 'esprit de corps' military as therefore, by merits alone is not ample.
"I presume we don't have any transgressions to each other. Tell me, Lord Aisla, what have I done wrong?" he speaks in great expatiation.
"You undeserving swine!" I mutter under my breath, deliberately, where he catches me breathing some words in my mouth.
"For the sake of this accord, Lord Aisla. And to be worthwhile of my stay here. What is the problem?" as he reiterates his question.
"I think I am just staring at the 'problem' that you keep on mentioning, Lord Geoff…" I, in lieu of answering his inquiry, divert my statement.
"You undeserving swine!" I rephrase to what I have whispered, with great resent and powerful clamor.
He flinches as he readies himself to either trounce at me or deflect my attack. My blade is sitting upright in the proximity of the cabinet adjacent to my left side. The range between my sword and my wrist is thrice the distance of an arm-length thus it means I am necessitated to get out of this bed.
"Lord Aisla, you are being too passionately fervent as of now. It is either one of us is going to be greviously hurt." Lord Geoff caveats.
"Tell me, Lord Geoff. Why are we in this position?" telling him, as he tightens his grasp on the butt of his blade.
Yes, the man whom I despise is this unworthy one before my eyes. Instead of reaching for the blade near to me, my ardent expunging of him out of my presence left me conceding. I feel conceited despite the signs of my ailments, however, my eyes divulge an insurmountable cascade - tears of my uncontrollable emotions. It is my pride whom he tore apart, squoze me out of my jubilance.
As far as I could remember, Lord Geoff's presence is not in this chamber. Not even a shed of his markings, he left not at all even speck of anything. It might be embarrassing flaunting my lacking towards the person whom I hated the most. Of course, there's the intrigue of utilizing my weakness to exploit me. I am, but of a decent complexion and fairly muscular fellow, better of them when it comes to battle intuitions yet am a volatile man.
"How things can turn around in an instance." uttering and laughing afterwards, as I am moaning to myself, talking about a man who definitely wants everything and all.