Sebastian walked calmly into the court room, his well polished black boots clicking on the clean floors.
"Milord," A thick voice greeted making all attention turn to Sebastian and the blonde man walking behind him, they all rose and bowed to Sebastian.
"It's been long." Sebastian said as all the men who bowed rose their heads.
"Lord Oberan arrives!" A loud voice announced and in just a matter of seconds a black haired, tall and masculine man walked in dressing all neat and tidy, his composure displaying his being.
The men who had earlier greeted Sebastian all greeted Oberan too and Oberan smiled, "Arise." He ordered and all the men did.
"It was bad of me for being late." Oberan said with a smirk before turning to face Sebastian.
"You arrived early today," Oberan pointed out, "Did something happen?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
Sebastian chuckled, " There's always a first time for everything, it is good you are the late one today, it makes the idiom late to arrive, early to die sound true." Sebastian remarked as he smiled and Oberan laughed.
"What a good joke, it's actually early to bed, early to rise and it's makes early to get here, early to die here sound true." Oberan said and it was Sebastian's turn to chuckle before he smirked.
" I had received your letter," Sebastian said and Oberan smiled.
"The one of affection, I never knew you cared about me." Sebastian added referring to the letter that was written with blood and had been laying on his table when he got back.
"At least I remembered you, you didn't come greet this lonely brother of yours to welcome you back from your trip." Oberan commented.
Sebastian nodded in agreement "I would have come but I had no time."
"What a nice joke, shall we begin?" Oberan asked and the already very silent court room came back to life as the men nodded.
The well known officials, elites and famous people who were involved in politics were all present, each having who to support among the men who had been known to be competitive, powerful, brutal and merciless, they all thirsted for power so they all chose to support wisely, the officials could only be classified under the idiom "wolves under sheep clothings" at least most of them.
Among this men was Lady Sabina's father ,Richard Will, the ruthless grand duke of the Eastern part of Passia popularly known as EAPASSIA.
Different reports were given, including arguments, agreements and disagreements.
"My Lords, there is a threat, the kingdom of Ikani has decided to wage war against Passia as you had refused his daughters and his proposal to become allies," General Josef was listing when ...
"The prostitutes madam brings are way more better..."
"They are such an eyesore..."
Sebastian and Oberan said at the same time.
"Continue," Oberan said as he placed his head on his folded fist while Sebastian simply yawned and relaxed into his chair.
"The king Is sick and the kingdom would need you two to defeat the kingdom of Ikani, as it is not a small kingdom. Most of them are trained werewolves and their half breed are mostly with either humans or kidnapped vampires which makes them strong." Josef completed and the two Lords nodded.
"boring." Sebastian commented and Oberan nodded.
"Why don't we compete?" Oberan suggested after some time and the whole court room became dead silent.
"Since father needs a heir, why don't we just compete and make it a game, whoever destroys the kingdom first gets to do whatever he likes with the kingdom." Oberan said and without hesitation...
"I am in, let's do it." Sebastian agreed almost immediately.
"But shouldn't we consider the pros and cons first," Someone said and for another short minute there were arguments.
After much arguments, they all agreed to go ahead with the competition as proposed by Oberan.
"Your highnesses, the king has sent his words of greetings to the court room." A guard said as Sebastian and Oberan got ready to leave.
Sebastian and Oberan did leave, almost immediately.
"Kill him," Richard ordered the dangerous looking man who had a scary looking scar beside his left eye who stood beside him.
"Yes, Your Grace." The man said before leaving, following the man who had come to deliver the King's message.
"Why do you follow me?" The messenger asked as he had long noticed a shadow following him.
The scarred faced man didn't answer him as he unsheated his sword and moved to kill the man but being a vampire, the messenger had some survival skills.
"Why do you want to kill me?, what have I done?" The messenger asked immediately the scarred man's face shown under the reflection of the moonlight.
"you said "your highness"." The scarred faced man took pity on the messenger who stiffened and looked terrified.
"I am sorry, please do not kill me, please, spare me, spar..." The messenger couldn't complete this sentence as his head was soon severed away from his body.