Without difficulties, Duke Damien knew that no one in his children was wiser than him, except his youngest son Sylvester.
He watched secretly as his son grew unto a totally calculative and manipulative character. He was always calm and collected, like everything was under his control.
Just like now. He stared steadily at the young man in front of him. The youth was still gentle and elegant as he took a sip on his teacup while his red eyes glowed lightly under the gaze of his father.
Damien smirked. Sure enough. This youth is his true blood.
"You will marry the Crown Prince."he said.
Sylvester put his cup down and slightly risen his head. The duke did not asked his opinion. It was a unadulterated command. No matter what his thoughts are, he can't disagree about this certain matter. Besides, Sylvester in the first place won't contradict.
"Yes father."He replied in a soft toned.
Damien smiled with satisfaction. He likes someone who won't question his decision. He airily tilted his head, quietly observing the changes in the countenance of the youth. But like he expected, there was no changes.
The smile on his lips deepened. He was quite sure that this is the right time about the unequivocal event.
He stand up in his seat and Sylvester also followed. The youth was tall, but facing with the Duke he appear like a white kitten. Others will tremble while facing him, but the juvenile did not even flinch even a single time. The contentment in his heart grew deeply, indicating that this youth, was in fact the most outstanding heir of all.
Despite the fact that this young man did not possessed any powers that inheriting him. He displayed an excellent character and mysteriously intelligence, manipulating and calculating every circumtances with keeping a low profile.
For the Duke, this character was more dangerous than anyone who showed imposing aura.
Absolutely, the next Duke will be Gavin. That's the planned he conduct to avoid the misconception of their family, together with his other outsanding child, he believes that it will be a matter of time in order to conquer the whole kingdom.
In his prime, his father only choose him as the next successor when he defeated all his siblings. His brothers and sisters who was not choosen was immediately disposed. But this time, it will be a pity if those seedlings won't be use in his schemes.
Sylvester incline his gaze, gently narrowed. This man was using him, he knew it at first glance. But he can't still beat this man. He was still weak. And his helplessness was no use, instead he will gain his power back in a mortal way with the help of this man. He needed connections. He wants to control the whole kingdom in his palms to make the god anxious.
A grin crept on his red lips.
The Duke calmly stand and walks directly to his opposite side. He leaned his head closer on the stun youth and slowly, he stretch the fabric of the juvenile.
The fabric was stretched to the point of revealing his slender white flawless neck. The Duke caress his neck and Sylvester slightly stiffened.
Instantly a pair of sharp teeth grew on the Duke's mouth. With an instand, his teeth buried deeply on the youth's neck. Sylvester groaned painfully. A deep power of unknown flowed on his neck towards his chest. But instead of getting angry, he secretly smiled in contentment. This is what he needed now. He finally obtain it for seven years of manipulating the mind of this old man.
The Obelima's Mark.
A mark that will be recognize as the rightful heir of their family. Only the most outstanding child will receive this mark to showcase the inheritance. This was suppose to be given to Gavin but it was not, it's was given to him.
Besides there is something that Sylvester need and this mark will be the only way to obtain what he need.
The secret undergound room of the manor. A room that will be open only if one has the mark. Now he has it, surely he will now get the things that he need.
This will result the downfall of Obelima.
Duke Damien finally released the youth and quitely observe the mark he created. The bite marks slowly formed and combine into an emblem tattoo of their duchy. It was a red large emble. And it moves slowly into his chest part. Before Sylvester sighed in relief.
"You have the mark. And I hope you can help me drag down the royal family."the Duke said in satisfaction.
Sylvester immediately stand up and bow down at his sight, "I will do my best father."he uttered in a soft manner.
The Duke gaze at him sharply and deeply. Before finally exposed a gently smile.
Lies. That was his intuition tells him. This young man can't be fully trusted. But that's exactly the plan of the Duke, now he was waiting for his bait to work.
While bowing, Sylvester almost chuckled. As his head risened, the Duke already left. The calm smile on his lips changed directly into a keen and violent glared.
Sure enough, The Duke can't be underestimated.
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Iavis focused his gaze on his opponent. He steadily avoided the incoming attack and throw a strong and precise strike. But his opponent was also sharp and keen, dodging his progressing charge and dashed speedily into his left side.
The smirk and dangerous atmosphere on his eyes increase. The cheer on the crowd grew louder as the fight went intense.
"You have sharp eyes."Daniel commented when he avoided his secret attacked.
Iavia only chuckled and did not answer as he increase the attack and exhibiting more precise. He swayed his ordinary sword and jump upwards to adjust his posture.
Daniel smirked, expecting his restricted ambushed and went into a defensive form but to his surprise, the prince did not directly throw his attack and instead charge into his open body. He was kicked in the ground and the sword only stopped on his neck. He raises his hands in form of surrender.
"Nice fight."Daniel laughed and Iavis helped him to stand.
They left the battleground and another pair of opponents entered. The cheers continued.
Iavis brushed the sweat on his forehead as he headed to his black horse. His lazy white thin clothes was soak in sweats and his strong arms pulled the rope on the horse and marched outside the ground.
He stopped infront of the huge tree and jumped on the ground. He pulled the satchel on the horse and pick up a clean clothes.
He slowly undressed and his bare chest sparkly because of the sweats and without a long minute, he dressed into his changed clothes.
There was a lake beside the tree. He silently gaze into the opposite directions. There was no small houses in that area, only several huge and small trees.That's the hunting ground of the Obelima. But he feels like something was not right there. When he slowly moves forward a footstep sounded lightly. He turned his gaze warily and saw the person he most likely don't like to be saw.
His expression turns into arrogance. Besides, this youth already knew his personality why hides? And pretend to be gentle and calm?
"This is far from the manor. How can young master went here?"he said with unwelcoming voice.
The youth smiled faintly, "I was walking when I saw you coming here and besides I want to return this clothes."he finally noticed the clothe that the youth was holding.
He sighed and slowly approached the walking youth. His tall structures was a sharp contrast unto the juvenile lean and delicate body. He again smells the addicting aroma, he faintly frowned.
"Thank you."he pick up the clothes.
Sylvester chuckled gently, his laughter was like a soothing tone in the whole quite forest. He dis not hesitate to stare at the youth. Why does this man always attracted his attention?
"You are marrying my brother?"he asked in a harsh tone. That question irritate him. He don't know why and he won't find the reason.
"It will depend. That will make me your sister in law right?"
Iavis sneered. He look away and his golden hair clung unto his forehead. His manly scent was fairly opposite on this youth's scent yet it form a harmoniously aroma. The gently wind brushed their steadily figure making their clothes and hair flutter. While Iavis continuously staring at the juvenile, Sylvester was only looking at the front side.
Finally, Iavis coughed making the young man turned his head.
"I will go back. It will not be good if you stay here longer."Iavis stated firmly.
Sylvester smiled, "I'll trouble you then."
Iavis went directly unto his black horse and unleashed the rope that was tying in the tree. He brushed the black hair of the horse and it let out a satisfied sound. He turned his gaze into the youth and he saw that he was staring attentively in the scene.
His heart feels warm, "Can you climb?"he asked. But immediately regret it when he saw the average height of Sylvester. This was a war horse and not an ordinary. It was two times bigger than ordinary horse.
Sylvester almost glared at him but he controlled his emotion. He was going somewhere in a minute ago, he did not expect that he will met the second prince here.
To his surprise a big and rough hands held his thin waist tighly. Without a proper consent, his expression almost turned ugly. The pair of hands was calloused and bumpy manifested that he was fighting at the young age. His buttocks bumbed into the back of the horse.
In a seconds Iavis also climb on the horse. He feel quite awkward when he feel the coldness of the body of the youth. His strong arms encircled the fragile juvenile as he slowly make the horse walk.
The hair of the youth bump on his chest but he did not even feel a little bit of discomfort which is quite unsual. He knew to himself that he did not like direct contact on anyone but this time, he feel like it was not bad at all.
He frowned. Why would he feel that? Surely, it was just an illusion.