Knock! Knock!
Cale glanced up at the faint knocks that sounded from the door of his study. He let out a careful, "Come in," watching as the handle turned and the door opened up. Standing in the doorway, Cale was surprised to see Deruth.
Deruth walked inside, standing a few steps away from the desk and looking around the room. It was dark, late at night as Lily and Basen had already been reported to turn in. But his eldest son was not. Even now as the moon was already shining behind the tightly closed curtains, Cale sat in his study behind his desk, the only light from the room emitting from the chandelier above his desk. The one above the sitting area was off. Deruth had not entered this room in a very long time. The realization made his chest heavy and he couldn't help but flicker his eyes above Cale's head for a moment, staring at the covered up portrait.
Cale had been watching him since he'd suddenly showed up. That was why he knew where Deruth was looking. Cale quickly turned his head away, closing his eyes for a few seconds.
He didn't want to see what Deruth was feeling. Nor did he want to care.
"Cale, it's late," Deruth said after a few seconds, pulling his eyes away and staring at Cale with a soft smile, "I was about to head off when Jamie told me that he had not received Ron's confirmation that you had turned in for the night,"
Jamie Dagmar was Deruth's right hand and attendant.
Cale asked, slightly surprised, glancing at Deruth again, "Ron reports that to you?"
"Cale, it's important for me to know if all my family is asleep and safe,"
"...of course,"
A silence settled between them.
Cale let it hang for a bit. Seeing no more words, he simply turned his head and returned to the work he was finishing up.
Seeing this, Deruth frowned, "...Cale. This is the third time in a week I've received this report,"
"You didn't come those other times. What's special about this one?" Cale spoke dryly, not seeing the way Deruth winced.
"Cale, tomorrow you'll be leaving the territory for longer than ever before," Deruth sighed, "You should not be overworking yourself. It's late,"
Cale rolled his eyes, looking back at Deruth with a displeased expression, "First of all, I once spent three weeks at Aunt Danielle's place. Secondly, if this is overworking, then you're insane. And Finally, it's not even a quarter past midnight,"
Deruth wilted at the expression. He held back another sigh before conceding, "Yes, you're right,"
Cale looked away again and continued working, "Is that all?"
"...Yes. Please return to your room before 1am. I will check,"
Cale clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Yeah, yeah, whatever,"
Deruth took a few steps out, before pausing and glancing back, "Good night, Cale,"
Cale waved his hand, "Sure, sure,"
Deruth bit back another regretful sigh and stepped out, closing the door behind him. When the click sounded throughout the study, Cale put down his pen and held his head in his hands, sighing deeply. His hands dragged up, running through the red hair, laughing bitterly, "Damn, what the hell. I behave just a little and everyone goes nuts,"
Lowering his hands, he stood up from his desk. He'd finished his work halfway through the time his Father had been in the room. He'd just acted like he hadn't. The reason Cale went on longer than usual in the past few days and skipped drinking is because he decided to finish his work ahead of time to lighten the load on whoever would take it over. Some of the stuff regarding Nyphan could still be done by him as he'd already had copies made of the relevant papers and kept a journal to use. The rest that he couldn't do during his trip was handed over to Violan.
His work that involved the County was mostly being shifted between advisors that could handle it and Deruth or Basen. Cale had come to a suspicion about which sort of works Basen had a good grasp on so he had done most of the complicated matters of finances and left a lot for Basen to wrap up. Cale naturally had faith in his younger brother. He may have been utterly useless and a piece of shit, but he paid attention to the conversations that occasionally happened at the dining table or the whispers of servants and tutors. Basen did a lot of fiance work it seemed.
'Thinking back on it, Basen was always more academically inclined in that area, especially towards mathematics. I remember Father had mentioned that Basen's tutor praised his fast grasp on the subject when he'd first arrivied,'
So, for most of that aspect of his work he basically told Ron to hand it off to Basen. But only a little because Basen was just barely a teenager. Of course, he handed it off subtly and with the snarky and annoyed comment at Ron, "Just give him the finance stuff he can do at his age. Basen likes numbers doesn't he?"
The rest of his work was more or less in Deruth's hand like before Cale had reclaimed it.
Cale made Ron handle the distribution and only made inputs here and there.
Anyway, the extra work and Cale's determination to drink and have at least one hour of training a day caused him to stay up later a few days. Of course, the days he did end up staying up he didn't really drinkâ but that was details. Gathering up the parchment, Cale made sure everything was in order and stood from his seat. Pushing it out, he walked towards the door and shut off the light, watching as the room plunged into darkness. He then stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.
It was quiet as most of the servants that were awake wouldn't have duties in the main halls. Cale was about to start when a figure walked towards him, a bundle of cloth in their arms. Cale walked towards the butler, "Ron, you caught me at the perfect time. I just finished,"
"Shall I take the papers to deliver to the Count's office, then?"
"Yes, here," Cale held out the papers. He then held out his other hand, "Give me that,"
Ron bowed and took the papers while he handed Cale the black cloak. Cale had no trouble wearing it, leaving the hood down for now. Ron asked despite knowing he wouldn't receive an answer, "Young Master-nim, where are you going?"
"I'm not going to the city, isn't that enough?" Cale huffed.
Ron nodded his head, bowing again, "I've set out your clothes for the night in your room,"
"Hm, good. After you turn those in, you're dismissed," Cale waved his hand as he began to walk in the opposite direction Ron would be going.
Ron watched him silently, the cloak moving as Cale quickened his pace down the hall and around the corner. Ron stretched his muscles slightly and set off towards the Count's Office. He'd be quick here and then keep track of Cale. Ever since he'd been informed of the trip he'd be taking with Roksu, Ron had been suspecting this was a situation the two boys had planned together.
He'd snuck about twice while Beacrox had also observed Cale cautiously and the suspicion was shared. Yet, this puppy young master didn't tell them any details. And Roksu was cold with them and drew sharp boundaries, albeit even more so than Cale.
Ron smiled sharply at the thought of the black haired punk.
Roksu was interesting and despite the few interactions they'd had since becoming formally acquainted, there was little change. Ron could say with some assurance that at the very least, Roksu was someone smart and calculating. He was not incredibly strong, Ron could easily handle him, but Ron could not necessarily call him weak either. Furthermore, the closeness Roksu had with Cale was a gray area.
All the changes Cale had exhibited were due to meeting Roksu. Ron was not informed of how often they met or what they did when the two did meet. That was why Ron could not help but be suspicious and wary about the person Cale had referred to as 'hyung'. Even though Roksu had not shown any obvious or even slight intention of ill-will, Ronâand Beacroxâhad noted that Roksu did have some sort of influence over Cale.
Yes, Ron will admit that the changes were good and he was slightly pleased to see Cale step back from where he had been heading. But the way that Roksu, a person Cale had not even known for a year, was able to get Cale to do so and was able to crack open the tightly shut box that was Cale Henituse, was ridiculous.
It didn't make sense.
Ron had practically raised Cale and he was unable to ever influence Cale in such a way.
Eric Wheelsman who was still an obviously close person to Cale had his warnings ignored and was often shut down.
Even Deruth, who was Cale's Father and the only person Cale listened to (to some extent), was helpless in front of Cale's walls.
But Roksu Nyphan, a stranger by any other means, was able to have Cale open up within a few weeks of knowing each other?
Ron was suspicious beyond measure but he couldn't take proper action without a definite cause. Roksu had basically implied he did know something Ron didn't and Ron didn't know what that meant. Frankly, with how Cale was with Roksu, there were probably a few things Roksu knew that Ron didn't purely because Ron didn't have a way to learn them.
Ron let out a chuckle into the dark hallways.
Well, since they'd be on a trip for a while, Ron had every intention of finalizing just what sort of intentions Roksu had for his Young Master.
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Cale quietly closed the door behind him. Turning around he found himself staring down a long dark hallway with a few rooms and windows on either side. Cale took a gentle breath, adjusting his grip on the bouquet in his hands. The entirety of the flowers were roses, each one the same shade as his hair.
Cale quietly walked down the hallway, passing by each door and keeping his eyes straight ahead. His steps were brisk and the cloak fluttered behind him, lifted up from the movement. Cale reached the end of the hallway and turned left towards a door. He glanced at the window next to the door, gazing down at the garden below him. Seeing no one, he pulled open the door and stepped into the stairwell.
The stairwell was completely dark, only faint flickers of light emitting from the lamps that were few in number. Cale shut the door and let his eyes adjust before starting downwards. When he reached the bottom, he carefully cracked open the door, pushing it open just enough to stick his head through and glance around. As he expected, there was no one around.
Cale slid himself out of the manor, exhaling slightly as the chilly night gripped his body. He stepped away from the door and walked through the garden he was in. This was a portion of the estate he was familiar with, especially in the recent month. It was a garden adorned only by one type of flower. Roses.
This was where Cale had some of his most bittersweet memories.
This was where Cale was sneaking away to train everyday.
This was his Mom's garden.
It was a gift from Deruth to Jour back when they'd first married. Jour had maintained the garden till the day she died, adorning it with different colored rosesâthe flower that was attached to the Thames Family sigil. There were a number of small areas in the garden that had once been occupied by her voice. The main pavilion, the fountain, the swinging bench, the gazebo.
Cale walked past the roses on the pale pink tiled path that wound through the area. He was walking towards the back of the garden, near the large hedge wall that surrounded the entirety of the estate grounds. He knelt down and placed the roses to the side, carefully. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on. He gently parted the plants and then brushed away at the dirt on the ground. Soon, his hand was gliding against smooth stone. He felt around with his fingers until he found a slight dip off to the side. Cale blew some air and narrowed his eyes, staring at the spot until he found a marking.
It was a butterfly. However, the left wing of the butterfly was made up of two roses, a few leaves sprouting out. A few rose petals fluttered above and below the butterfly.
This was the sigil of the Thames Household.
Cale traced the engravement softly, staring down at it with a faraway look. With a soft exhale, he pressed down and then made two counter-clockwise circles around the sigil. After, he used his index and middle finger, placing one on the top rose and the other on the top of the right wind. He made a line down both "wings" and then a clockwise circle with those two fingers.
A gentle glow emitted from the indents and a soft sound of hissing sounded in the garden. Cale quickly grabbed the edge of the stone that had lifted up, pulling it open to reveal a tunnel, reinforced with stone. Cale grabbed the roses and lowered himself down. He stopped halfway, adjusting some of the plants to cover the stone, before lowering himself all the way down the ladder and shutting the hatch. Only when the hatch was secured shut again did a soft white glow light up the hallway. Below the hatch and next to the ladder was a small glowing stone.
Cale didn't quite understand how the tunnel worked. When he learned of it he was too young to truly ponder it rather than just remain amazed. He'd lost his Mom before he could really ask her anything about his maternal family.
Cale sighed and began to walk down the tunnel. As he walked, at certain intervals, a white stone would light up near his feet and show him the next portion before the next light. The tunnel eventually did diverge into two directions. Cale turned down the right one. Within a few minutes, he reached the end. He secured the roses in between his buttoned up jacket and shirt, lifting his hands to the slab. He repeated the same motions as before but in the reverse order. Once again, the sigil glowed and hissed open. Cale pushed open the hatch and quietly made his way out.
This hatch allowed him to make his way out of the Estate grounds but not completely down the hill. If he'd gone down the other path, he would've made it to town. This one only came out to the carriage storage and stables. He climbed out and shut the hatch, hiding it by the plants again. He pulled the hood of his cloak and held the roses again. With quick feet he left the desolate area and headed a bit further down the hill to a place beside the Estate. Like always, there was no guard standing at the entrance and the gates were open. Cale easily slipped inside the marble walls and made his way past the numerous headstones.
He walked until his feet stopped in front of one headstone made out of marble and was obviously maintained regularly. Cale lowered down to his knees, speaking as his eyes rested on the name engraved, "Hello, Mom. I've come to visit again. I haven't visited in a while,"
Cale smiled, adjusted the hood so he could see his surroundings better and his face was clearer. He smiled softly, placing the bouquet at the foot of the headstones, "I've brought some fresh roses. I was going to bring some from your garden since I've been frequenting the area but I noticed these were the same color as your hair, so I brought them instead,"
Cale nodded his head slowly, chuckling as he promised, "I'll bring some from the garden next time, though! I'm sure you'll be delighted to see that they're still doing well. Ofrum is very competent,"
Like always, there was no response to his words.
Cale let the silence sit before speaking, "You're probably worried, right? I came at an odd time...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you,"
Cale looked at the headstone, explaining his reasons as if someone was truly across from him, "You remember Roksu? I've told you about him before. Well, he and I are planning to leave the territory to go and look at the properties and routes we planned out for the Nyphan Artistry. Yes, that's what I last mentioned that I was working on with him,"
"Anyways! We got it approved since it's the best method and the two of us were looking for this chance, anyway. We're going to gather some Ancient Powers and save that little kid, the two year old,"
His anger soon bled and he revealed to Jour, "I really can't believe the kid is being held behind the Tolz Estate! How dare those terrible bastards go under the Stan Family and are providing a place for Venion to try and tame a dragon. Crazy bitch,"
He winced, "Ah! I apologize for my language,"
Another pause and the wind whistled as it blew, Cale tugging at the cloak as he shivered slightly. He was quick to assure his Mom, "I'm not that cold," he quickly grinned, "Afterall, when I'm with Mom, everything is alright!"
He giggled into the air, the smile turning melancholic when there was no teasing laugh to follow and an absence of fingers pinching his cheek. The familiar feeling of loneliness and grief began to overwhelm him.
Cale swallowed, looking serious.
"I'm sorry. I won't be able to visit you for some time..." he frowned, angling his head up and staring up at the sky. The sky wasn't completely clear but he could see a faint glimmer of stars and the moon. Cale whispered, "You'll be lonely for a while, won't you? I'm sorry. I'll bring some food with me when I come back. And I'll note down everything that happens so we can talk for a very long time, alright?"
His expression crumpled at the silence again and he laughed bitterly, his chest stinging. His head lowered again, facing the headstone. He smiled sadly, "...Ah. That feeling is back again..."
He let out another sorrowful chuckle, "I'm sorry, Mom. You've given birth to a really pathetic son. He can't even figure out how to..."
Cale's lips twisted and he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the cold ground, the top of his head touching the headstone. He shuts his eyes and remembers the feeling of fingers stroking his scalp and brushing through his messy hair. He lets himself drift into his head, letting himself fall just far enough into that terrible pain to find the sense of comfort he longed for.
The aching dulls and Cale relaxes, turning to lay on his side and his eyes fall shut, the cloth of his hood feeding into the illusion of a dress against his head. He listens to a gentle hum and latches onto the false warmth he's made for himself.
He sighs in relief, "Mom..."
A laugh chimes above his head, yet it sounds far away, "Cale, darling. Are you going to fall asleep beside me again?"
Cale smiles weakly, "If it's by Mom, I am willing to do anything,"
Another laugh sounds and even though his eyes remain firmly shut, Cale can see the smile that adorns a face similar to his own, "My little sweet talker! Go to sleep then, my love. This Mother of yours will be here when you wake up,"
Cale curls tighter, clinging to the words desperately. His eyes feel stingy and something cold slips onto his cheek. He lets go, "Okay...I love you,"
As he slips, he can hear her voice. It sounds so far away but he knows the words she's telling him, "I love you too, my precious Cale,"
Ron approaches Cale, gazing at the teenager who was muttering to himself before abruptly falling into sleep. As he crouched down, Ron took note of a tear track. His smile shrinks and he glances at the headstone. Staring at it for sometime, he bows his head, "I'll be bringing the Young Master to his room, Madam. I'm afraid this weather is not good to lay asleep in and he must prepare for his trip tomorrow,"
He easily picks up Cale, making sure the boy is resting against his chest. This isn't the first time Ron has found Cale asleep by his late mother's grave, which is why he took the situation calmly. Ron bowed once more, noting the bouquet. He assures the woman who had given him and his son a place to hide without so much of a second thought, "I will bring him back safely,"
He leaves the cemetery and walks back towards the main estate. When he reaches the front, the four guards glance at him, surprised, and then down at the boy in his arms.
"Whatâ"
"The Young Master will be leaving for a long time. He simple wished to give a proper farewell,"
Ron cuts them off, silencing them with a sharp smile. The older guards understand, their expression turning awkward and pitiful. One of them bows, and opens the front doors for them. Ron nods and steps in. He pauses, glancing back and speaking with a slightly threatening tone, "I don't have to remind you to not spread this matter, do I?"
The four of them quickly stiffen and nod in sync. Ron smiles wider, showing a bit of teeth before turning away. The door is gently shut again. Ron is not hindered in the slightest by Cale's weight, even despite his age. Within a few minutes, he'd reached Cale's room and managed to open the door. Walking inside, he laid the boy down and changed him into some comfortable clothes, then tucking him under the covers.
Ron made sure Cale was entirely comfortable before moving away and doing the final bit of his job. Locking the balcony, turning off the lights, and clearing the clothes to deliver to the washing. Once that was all done, Ron left the room and closed the door quietly.
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Cale adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, glancing at the outfit Ron had picked out for him to wear in the morning. After breakfast, he'd return to his room and change before he headed out officially. Thus, he was only dressed in casual black slacks and a white cotton shirt with slightly frilly sleeves. His hair had been situated by his hands, not wanting to bother with any brushes for now, so it sat in a casual and slightly messy style. It looked natural on the teenager who had just barely begun puberty so the elegant and arrogant aura never left. Turning away after a quick once over, Cale took a watch from Ron's outstretched hand to put onto his left wrist and spoke as they left the room, "Go check the carriage. I want a final report and notice of how many people are coming. Include the number of guards and servants the Nyphan Family are providing as well,"
"As you wish. Shall I deliver it as soon as I have it?"
"Get it to me before breakfast ends, if possible," Cale sighed.
Ron was curious, "Might I ask for your thoughts?"
"Father has been rather stingy with the number of guards. We're having different views,"
"I will get it right away,"
"Go,"
Ron and Cale split from there. The redhead stared coldly at the guards at the guards on either side of the dining hall door. Without so much of a word spoken, the large double doors were pulled open and Cale walked into the lavish room. As usual, the rest of the Henituse Family was already sitting. Cale noted that Basen and Lily were sitting beside one another today.
Cale greeted with a bow of his head. Deruth smiled, "Good morning, Cale. Come and sit down. Let's eat!"
Cale smoothly slid into his seat across from Deruth. Soon, the soft clicks of utensils took the atmosphere. Cale didn't plan on it staying though, at least, not for today. And, as he thought, it was no sooner than five minutes into the meal did Deruth speak up again, "Cale...must you visit each location personally? We have people for that,"
Cale didn't even glance up, speaking with a deadpan, "We've had the same argument since it was brought up numerous times,"
"Because I don't see why you should go!"
"Why can't I go?" Cale glanced up, challenging the Count directly.
Deruth winced and his lips pressed shut weakly. He turned towards his wife, as if asking for support. Violan looked at Deruth with a gaze that said 'what do you want me to do in this situation?'. Lily, the sun, pouted. Now that there was speaking, she felt no need to hold her own voice back.
She freely pouted and looked at Cale, "Orebeoni, how long are you going to be gone for?
Cale drew the route they'd presented to their families in his head. Without the added detours, Cale would definitely be gone for at least two weeks. As such, he answered blandly, "At least two weeks,"
Basen frowned, repeating softly,"Two weeks?"
Conversely, Lily exclaimed in shock, "Two weeks?!"
Cale's eyes shifted at the rise in volume, focusing on Lily. Her expression was crumpled and she looked very upset, "That's too long!!"
Cale was confused. It's not like he really spoke to his siblings. How was this such a terrible thing?
Lily looked at Violan and complained, "Mother! Can I go with Orebeoni too?"
"Absolutely not," Violan and Cale chorused sternly.
The two paused and stared at one another with slight surprise. Their attention shifted when Basen asked, "Hyung-nim, I- I agree with Father's words. M-must you go directly to overlook the lands?"
"And I'll say the same thing again, why can't I go?"
Basen, unlike Deruth, responded but his gaze lowered meekly, "The w-weather isn't good a-and you're journey might delay longer than you think,"
Deruth nodded his head patiently, "Yes, yes!"
Cale was frustrated. He grumbled aggressively, cutting up a sausage, "As if. I go out every day and no one bats an eye. What's the difference this time?"
It was a cruel thing to prod at, but Cale had no intention of remaining here. He would be going today and be out of the territory for two weeks. End of conversation.
The table went stiff as Violan and Deruth seemingly flinched at the sentence. Cale's heart pinched but he ignored it. He had to do this, no matter what it cost him. To keep them safe, to build his strength and to keep them all alive...Cale will carry his heart silently, no matter how heavy it becomes.
Two minutes after the silence drew, the dining room door opened and Ron walked in with polite steps. He bowed in greeting to the nobles before announcing and holding a few slips of paper, "Young Master-nim, I got what you requested,"
Cale placed down the silverware and dabbed at his mouth. Placing the napkin to the side, he held out his hand and Ron handed him the papers. Cale glanced down at them, reading them thoroughly.
The Nyphan Family would be providing four of their own guards along with Balint and an assistant male servant named Pimley. Cale recalls this name as being a young man about Elis's ageâor a few years olderâ who he'd run into a few times at the library. The collection of four guards and two servants made sense as it was near typical for a wealthy young master to have such a coterie when leaving his territory.
The Henituse Family would be providing Ron and Beacrox, as personally requested by Cale. Additionally, the guards assigned amounted to six, one of which was the Vice Captain Hilsman.
This was a number of guards Deruth had refused to waver anymore. Cale also didn't mind this as it was better than the previous twelve guards his Father was wanting to set out. Having too many guards would only hinder Cale's movement. What did surprise him was the mention of the Vice Captain.
"Vice Captain Hilsman is escorting us?" Cale glanced up asking with displeasure, "Why is he coming?"
Deruth, now realizing what the reports were, just gave a nervous smile. Before he could answer, Violan cleared her throat, "I assigned him,"
Cale hesitated for a second before demanding, "Why?"
"Two young masters of two influential households are traveling for a period of time. It is only appropriate we send someone we can trust in terms of loyalty and strength to watch over," Violan spoke as if she was reading off something.
Cale didn't have an argument for that. If it was just him, he could argue. But the fact that Roksu would be traveling with Cale added the necessity for proper etiquette and a certain standard to be met. Since the Henituse Family was funding and sponsoring, lending their name and wealth, it was important for the Hentiuse Family to keep up appearances. Cale made his annoyance show on his face and lazily threw the papers on the table, 'tsking' once. His silence was his compliance and the others knew that, so the matter was over quickly.
Not a minute later after Cale had finished a cup of hot tea that had been served, he rose to his feet announcing his completion. Deruth nodded and Cale left the room without so much of a glance, just barely catching Deruth telling him to rest and make sure he had everything. As he walked away from the dining hall, Cale asked lazily, "Aish...what should I do before it's time to get ready?" he frowns, "Ron, you've never once packed incorrectly, so I don't feel the need to check personally. I've already taken everything I've wanted too,"
Ron, who was walking behind Cale, proposed, "Is there anything small you wish to bring as a pass time?"
Cale tilted his head. He'd planned to train and work or chat with Roksu the entirety of the trip. He'd not really counted to do much else nor did he think about it. When he'd given the first list, he had been focused on things he needed, not things he wanted to bring.
Cale slowed his steps, glancing over his shoulder. He spoke slowly, unsure if this was alright, "Then... shall we head to my study and the library?"
Ron smiled, "There is enough space,"
Cale only debated for a second before he began to stalk towards his study. Opening the door, he walked inside and glanced at his desk just to check if anything had been dropped off for him. Seeing nothing of importance, he stood in front of the bookshelf, staring at the books with a blank face. His eyes read the spines without much thought. After a few seconds of skimming, he quietly pulled out a book handing it to Ron who took it without an order. Cale then pulled out another book from another shelf. He glanced at the rest of his shelf, prepared to pull out more before he pulled his fingers back from the book he'd been about to move, "Hm...I don't want to touch many of the books here. Let's move to the library,"
Ron bowed and Cale led the way. Entering through the large doors, Cale took a moment of recalling the place before his feet automatically moved. As he passed the shelves, he pulled out a few books. Not all of them were stories, not at all. A few of them were things he might need for any case. A book of law, history of the kingdom, old legends. If anyone else had seen the scene, they'd think Cale wasn't putting much thought and just torturing Ron who was now carrying over half a dozen books. Ron, of course, knew the opposite. Having seen first hand Cale's training and networking, he knew that Cale was calculating and being very precise.
Once Cale began to reach a section that he had zero purpose for, he stopped and glanced back eyes looking up and down the stack of eight books Ron was carrying. With a nod, he led them out of the room again and checked the time on his watch. He told Ron curtly, "Go drop these off and bring the servants that are dressing me,"
"Right away,"
Cale watched Ron go and then slowly walked to his room. He was in no hurry to reach considering all he'd do was wait. Eventually, he reached his bedroom and went inside. As he waited, he decided to click open the balcony door and look over the city. It wasn't something he did often, but it felt a bit natural at the moment. Afterall, Cale will be away from this view for a while.
The wind whistled and Cale felt the chill creep up his body through the thin shirt. With a small frown, he avoided touching the marble railing, knowing it would be even colder. Glancing up, his expression turned serious at the silvery light. The sun was completely blocked by clouds today. Cale had a feeling that the territory would soon be experiencing a good amount of snow soon.
"Young Master-nim,"
Cale was surprised he hadn't heard Ron come in and turned at the sound of the familiar voice. He took note of the servants setting up his clothes back in the room. Ron smiled benignly but Cale knew at once that he was displeased, "You're only in a thin shirt and trousers. Must you stand out on the balcony?"
Cale didn't say anything, just silently walking inside and closing the door. Seeing Ron staring at him, expression unchanging, he conceded, "I wasn't out there for too long,"
Ron notes the slightly pink ears and his smile widens, "Is that so?"
Cale, having no way of knowing that there was a biological response to the cold, simply nodded. He walked towards the servants, "What have you brought?"
One of the servants stepped forward, lowering his head and kept his hands clasped politely, "We've prepared an outfit that will keep the Young Master warm yet does not restrict any movement,"
Cale waved his hands, "Let's see then,"
With a chorus of respectful answers, Cale was changed from his casual pants to a higher quality pair of white trousers and a pair of white socks. The trousers were snug enough that when Cale put on the pair of boots, it easily slipped in between his leg and the wall of the shoe. The half-n-inch heeled boots were black with except for an inch from the top which had a dark red background with a gold design stitched into it. Underneath this portion was a light gold section of about two centimeters thick.
Next was his top. It was a thicker material but the same smooth feeling on his skin, signifying its quality. It was the same dark red color as the section on the book and slightly frilled at the bottom, covering the top bit of his pants and ending below the joint of his torso and leg. The sleeves were straight and were closed at his wrist with a gold cufflink. Once his shirt was smoothened out on his body, the servants brought over the thick coat. It was mostly black and outlined in gold and had tails that ended above his knees. A few inches from his wrist were the same dark red with a gold strip bordering the black and red with a view diamond like pattern creating another strip of gold above the first line on the red portion.
The front of the coat was held together tightly by an intersection of gold thread that almost made the coat seem like a vest. On either side of the crisscrossing holes was a symmetrical gold embroidery pattern. The top of this pattern was hidden by the large flaps from the coat that were dark red and outlined in gold with a gold button on the corner. A smaller black collar was pressed against the larger red ones, a matching golden embroidery outlining it. Across the middle of Cale's chest at a slight angle moving up towards his left arm, was a thick gold rope. This rope tied back to secure a large black coat with a red inside over Cale's left shoulder. The cape was long and ended around his ankles.
Finally, once the coat was secured tight enough to keep Cale warm and to not slide around even if Cale were to run at his full speed, the servant's brought out a sparkling gold brooch with a large purple colored gem and skillfully attached it to the collar of Cale's shirt that was left untouched. The collar brooch kept the shirt tight and the collar secured, while also adding the lavish touch of a noble. The last thing given to him was a pair of white gloves which Cale put on himself as he stood in front of the full length mirror he owned.
His wardrobe was a collection of variety, but the colors he owned the most were red with some pattern of gold and black or white. These colors suited him well enough to make him look charming yet also good, remaining casual enough for Cale to never be too overdressed. Turning away with a low hum of satisfaction, Ron stepped forward and quickly began to run a comb through Cale's hair as the servants moved forward to hold up any accessories Cale wished to add on such as earrings or rings or chains or a watch, anything really. Cale dismissed all of them except for a few things he told them to pack if Cale felt like wearing in the coming days. He also took a gold chained pocket watch, as his watch was unsuited for the outfit. The pocket watch sat in his right pants pocket and the chain was pinned to waistband.
After that, Cale curtly sent the other servants out as Ron stepped away from brushing his hair. There was no extravagant style, it was simply more put together now. Once the servants had left, Ron stepped forward something in his hands, "There is one more thing, Young Master,"
Cale raised an eyebrow but stayed still as Ron attached a thick and tight strap around his waist, tightening the coat even more,
Cale moved his right hand near the left side of his waist where an empty sword holster now sat. He asked as Ron stepped away, "Have you brought me a sword for this?"
"I have one you can use until we commission a formal sword for you, Young Master," Ron nodded from where he was placing a few things away, "It's already packed out of view,"
Cale nodded slowly, biting back a smile of joy at the thought of having a proper sword with him. Ron saw it regardless.
Once Ron had completely reorganized the room, the two left the bedroom that would remain empty for a period of time. Cale mockingly thought to himself, 'Let's see if they bother to clean it while I'm not around to bug at them,'
As they walked, they ran into an orange haired servant who looked pretty young. He looked startled when he saw them before informing, "Lord Elis and his family have arrived. They currently await the Young Master's presence at the front,"
"Hm,"
They walked for a bit of time until they reached the grand staircase. As Cale approached he noticed two people waiting at the top. His eyes narrowed for a moment, before relaxing. He didn't say anything until he was closer and the two brunettes heard his steps. Lily, dressed in a warm but casual dress, beamed, "Orabeoni!"
"Lily," Cale nodded, glancing between his siblings, "Basen. What are you two doing loitering about here?"
"We were waiting for Orabeoni!" Lily responded as Basen greeted politely.
Cale reached the front of the stairs and he walked through them, beginning his descent, saying firmly, "Well, I'm here so enough of that,"
Basen and Lily shared one glance before quickly falling to walk on either side of Cale as they crossed they all moved down, Ron behind them. Cale heard a small huff to his right and he glanced back to see Lily struggling slightly to keep up with him. She was a few steps above him as Cale was moving down rather quickly. Basen was a step behind him but Lily was practically running down the stairs..
Cale abruptly stopped turning to her and the girl squeaked, running into the side of his leg and grabbing the coat to regain her balance. She glanced up, confused and Cale frowned at her, "You will fall walking like that,"
"Ah, Orabeoni is simply very fast!" Lily defended herself.
Basen peaked at his sister from around Cale with a worried look, "Lily, even so, Hyung-nim's way taller and older than you. Of course his walking is faster than yours. What if you trip and fall?"
Cale nodded his head in agreement to the words. Lily declared confidently, "I won't fall!! I'm really smart!"
Basen and Cale exchanged a look before the older just sighed and slowly turned to begin walking again. He reached the bottom of the first flight and heard a startled squeak. Basen, who was beside him, exclaimed in surprise. Ron moved forward, but paused as he saw Cale run back and bent down, cushioning Lily's near fall with his chest. The young girl's face flushed in embarrassment at the fact she had done exactly what both her brothers warned her about and Basen ran over, standing next to them, "Lily!"
Cale's expression was cold with disapproval and he looked at Lily, tone firm, "What was that about not falling?"
Lily looked guilty, "S-sorry..."
With a sigh, Cale shook his head and adjusted his grip on his sister. Basen and Lily both stared with wide eyes as the youngest of the trio was suddenly carried by the oldest.
"Stubborn punk," Cale made his disapproval clear but he walked forward down the stairs.
Basen, coming out of his shock as Ron asked him if everything was alright, eyes glinting in amusement, rushed to walk near his siblings. He looked at Lily who had opted to indulge herself, hugging Cale's neck and giggling while mumbling about how Cale was amazing and strong. The red head didn't react to her words at all.
Once they reached the bottom, Cale placed Lily down and continued walking to the door. This time, he consciously made his steps smaller, glancing back at Lily a few times to see her walking comfortably. Basen, who noticed this, smiled secretly, 'Hyung is really great'
The guards who stood by the door had watched the entire ordeal with changing expressions. As the three approached, they immediately straightened up to avoid any drama from the eldest. They silently opened the doors with bows. The cold wind blew into the estate and Lily tugged the cardigan she was wearing while Basen exhaled.
Now that the doors were open, they could see the scene outside. Deruth and Violan were each outside, the Countess adorning a fur shawl while Deruth had a large coat sat on his shoulders and pinned together in the front. They were talking with three similarly dressed, but slightly less extravagant, nobles.
Elis was in his usual attire with a slightly thicker coat while Siwan was adorning a cloak and a pair of gloves. Standing beside her was the person Cale fixed his gaze on. Roksu was dressed much more than his siblings, expected as he would be going out of the territory.
He was wearing black trousers that outlined his legs, coming over the black boots he was wearing. His shirt was white and its sleeves were seen to be frilly but slightly cuffed around his wrist. The sleeves could be seen as the blue and gold coat was not worn, but rather sat across Roksu's shoulders. Over the white shirt was a teal tie with a lighter gem collar brooch sat pinning in between where his collar bones would be. The brooch was smaller than the one Cale wore, but it was no less dazzling. Over that was a silver vest that was tight and had a complicated embroidery of silver all over. This embroidery was also mirrored on the white inside of the coat where the same pattern was lining the edges along with a golden second lining.
Roksu had looked up the second he'd heard the doors move. With a nod and then a bow, he greeted, "Good morning to you all,"
Cale silently bowed his head while his younger siblings both verbally repeated the phrase. The two families now stood across from one another as a few more pleasantries were exchanged out of courtesy. Deruth turned to Cale properly, looking up and down, before nodding in approval, "It looks warm. Is it? Cale, it's not too warm is it?"
Cale sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm fine,"
Elis chuckled, speaking to Cale politely, "Siwan's a bit of a worried wart, so if you do ever require anything extra, I'm sure Roksu has some spare coats,"
"You can have them C- young master," Roksu immediately agreed with an exhausted tone. He stared at Siwan, paling slightly, "Completely nuts, this one,"
Cale bit back a laugh at Siwan's offended and betrayed gaze. Had she not had to retain any image, she would have already been bickering with them both. However, she couldn't do that, so all she could do was explain with embarrassment, "That'sâ It's Roksu's first long expedition on his own! Plus, is it so wrong to over prepare?"
Violan nodded her head, "Better to over prepare than under prepare,"
"Exactly! Countess, I think we really understand one another!"
Violan chuckled softly. She looked at Cale for a second, "Yes, we do,"
Cale frowned, feeling an ominous feeling. Before he could ask, a man with dark blue hair that almost seemed grayish or a black stepped forward. He had a slight stubble of hair on his chin as he saluted, bowing to the group, "My Lord, we are prepared to set off,"
A silence ran over the group as if something heavy had been dropped.
Ah, of course, it hadn't been dropped on the two who were leaving.
Roksu announced, "How great. Young Master, is there anything else you need?"
"Not at all. Now that the Vice Captain has confirmed it, I'm prepared to leave at once," Cale responded with a casual shrug.
Elis watched the two teenagers and resisted a sigh, 'These two...'
He smiled and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, making him glance up. Elis simply smiled, "Don't work too hard, alright. Don't get hurt, either of you,"
Siwan also piped up, turning to look between the two, "Roksu, Young Master Cale, it may not be a necessarily dangerous reason you're going, however, regardless. Please take our worries kindly. Your healthy and safety is more important,"
Roksu, who prioritized himself more than anything, agreed without much thought, "Of course,"
Cale, not expecting them to address him like this, was caught off guard. His expression cracked slightly into surprise before turning neutral again and he gave a small nod. Deruth looked at Cale worriedly, calling out as the area around them began to move with the intention of beginning the journey.
"Caleâ"
"Father," Cale cut him off, "We've had the same conversation over and over again,"
Roksu now stood behind him and in front of the carriage they'd be in as Elis and Siwan had moved to stand beside the Henituses. Cale was looking at the four with his usual expression. Deruth shook his head, "Ah- it's not that! I won't stop you as you have decided on this. As your Father, all I can do is support you,"
Cale blinked once, staring at Deruth blankly. Violan let the two talk, nudging Deruth to prompt him again. The Count smiled at his first son, "Ah...just be safe, alright? And take care of your health. A-and watch the weather! If it gets too much it's alright to stop and take shelter! As long as both of you are well, everything else doesn't matter. Alsoâ"
Cale spoke again, however this time, his words had lost their usual cold edge. They were just as firm, but there was an undertone of pain, "Father!"
Deruth paused at the unfamiliar tone. Cale's expression was the same but Deruth feld like there was something new in Cale's usually cold eyes. Yes, that's it. They were slightly softer- sad. Sad? Why was his son sad?
Before he could even think to ask, Cale had spoken again, stepping backwards towards the carriage where Ron was already holding the door open for him and Roksu to enter. Deruth was taken by both the emotions he saw and the careful gentleness in the following words, "Father, I won't do anything that I don't need to. And...I'll watch the weather,"
A simple statement.
Because Cale knew what was subconsciously pricking at Deruth's mind better than anyone. For he had the same fear. Every time the storms picked up and the weather turned alarming. He sat in his room tense when he heard someone of his family had traveled out. His mind only relaxed when he knew they had returned, safely.
Deruth paused, staring at Cale with a slightly startled expression. 'Ah...right now...this son of mine....'
Deruth smiled, his heart feeling heavy and cold. He nodded, "Yes...that's good,"
Seeing the end, Violan nodded her head, "Safe travels,"
Cale nodded to her, "I will send back the reports we agreed upon,"
Violan nodded her head. Lily, who stood in front of Violan, waved her hand and spoke brightly, "Orabeoni! Young Master! Safe travels!"
Roksu smiled slightly, nodding to her as Cale hummed softly.
Basen looked up at his brother with a hesitant smile, "Be safe, hyung-nim,"
"Hm," Cale nodded and then instructed, "Ah, right. Basen, if the work I gave you isn't coming easily don't bother and just send it to Father if it has to be done right away or write down a report to me and I'll handle it when I get back,"
Basen blinked before nodding, "I will do my best!"
"Alright,"
He turned to Roksu and the two shared a glance. Cale motioned silently for the older to get on since he was closer to the carriage. Roksu gave one last nod to everyone before climbing into the comfy and expensive carriage. As Cale stepped up, he paused and turned back, "Ah, wait, one more thing,"
Everyone looked surprised but Cale stood with on foot on the steps and one hand holding the door for support. He turned to look at his siblings, "Do you two want something specific?"
'Ah'
'Huh?'
'Eh?'
A chorus of shocked and confused thoughts broke through the guards and servants of the area.
Deruth blinked twice while Violan had frozen in shock.
All of them were thinking about the situation a month ago. Among the guards and servants, it was, of course, a rumor that the fountain pen and play swords gifted to the youngest two Henituse's were from the first heir. No one had really believed that.
Deruth had known, of course, having heard from Cale and Violan had been told directly from both her kids when she inquired. But even so, she knew from Basen that it was because they'd asked him after not so subtly following Cale after breakfast. Violan had reinforced her guilt when she heard that, thinking Cale had done it out of politeness and as to not make the still very young Lily upset.
To hear Cale ask so abruptly and clearly like this told a different perspective for the count and countess, while also completely rewiring the brains of all the guards and servants.
Basen was a little surprised at the forwardness, before he asked with just barely restrained giddiness, "Really?"
At the same time, Lily also let out a happy squeal, "Orabeoni is the best!"
Cale lowered his foot and turned to them, frowning, "Is that not the reason why you were waiting earlier?"
'Earlier?' Basen thought, before he felt a surge of anxiety, 'Eh? Wait! Does hyung-nim think we only approach him when we want something?!'
Before he could think, Lily, distracted by the promise of another gift from her distant older brother who she wanted to get to know better, jumped a little, eyes sparkling, "Orabeoni! Orabeoni! Can I have a real sword this time?"
Violan's brain flinched from her silence and she looked down, scolding, "Absolutely not! Lily, you're far too young to be demanding a real sword!"
Lily deflated at her mother's scolding. Cale, thankful he didn't have to turn her down, looked at Basen. He frowned at the expression before asking, "What about you?"
"Um...I'm not sure. Hmm...books? Or maybe some small trinkets?"
Cale nodded and then turned back to Lily, "What about something other than a sword?"
"Ummm..." Lily thought for a moment, before she looked at her eldest brother and shrugged, "I don't have anything in my head right now,"
Seeing as time was a problem at the moment, Cale just nodded. He spoke casually, "Since I can't dally much longer, let's end this here. I'll find you both something,"
Lily and Basen perked in happiness. They both chorused, "Okay!!"
Violan smiled fondly. She stared at the back of her oldest child as he entered the carriage and the door shut behind him. Overcome with emotion, she calls out, grabbing the attention of the two Molans that have mounted onto horses, each of them bundled up in warm clothes of good quality.
"Ron,"
"Yes, Countess?"
"Ron," Violan looks serious, "His life is your first priority,"
Ron smiles at her, bowing slightly, "I will bring him back, Countess," He nods his head to the Count as well, "The Young Master will return,"
The two adults nodded at his vow before stepping back. The group stood back as the coterie of knights and the large carriage moved away from the front of the Henituse Estate. The clodding of horse hooves on the stone road erupted into the air, accompanied by the sound of the wooden wheels turning and a few snaps of reins. Deruth tightens his grip on Violan, inhaling as he watches the carriage descend and watches until his eyes can no longer clearly see it.
Siwan bites her lip, having done the same. She turns to her older brother, "...I feel worried,"
"It's like you said early. Roksu's never done something like this before, let alone be out of the territory for so long on his own," Elis told her. He smiled assuredly, lowering his voice so only she could hear him, "But you forget. He's got Young Master Cale with him. Those two...have clearly planned this all out,"
Siwan makes a soft noise of wonder, unsure of what her brother means. She holds her tongue upon seeing Deruth turn to them, "Would you two like to come inside for a bit?"
Considering their morning schedules had only been clear for the departing of the youngest, the two could simply smile and politely refuse. After exchanging some pleasantries and farewells, the two families split ways, their minds still thinking of the two young masters they'd sent off.
Speaking of the two young masters....
"Hehehehe!!"
"For fucks sake, Cale, move over! There's a whole other seat right there!"
"But it's cold!!!"
Roksu tried to push the leech away from him, cursing madly in the carriage, "You little brat!! You have a thicker coat than I do!!"
Cale snickered, wrapping his arms tighter around the left arm of Roksu that he'd taken hostage. Looking up, he gave Roksu a bright and innocent grin. His tone was riddled with affection as he whined, "But my oh so amazing and kind Young Master Roksu! This pathetic alcoholic that you have honored with your teaching and knowledge has been subjected to the chill of winter! I am but a feeble and unworthy mortal in front of youâ"
Roksu felt chills and his efforts became tenfold desperate, desperately overlapping his voice to block out the sickly sweet words Cale was bullshitting.
"Get away! Get away from me right now you heathen! You crazy punk! My poor unfortunate life!! How the hell did this happen to me!? I just want a peaceful life, damn it!!"
Cale's cackles earned him another fresh round of curses.