Special thanks to Consella for sending a golden ticket
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"Nothing, Sir Rohan." Elysia replied, her lips pressed in a thin line.
"It is late already, you may return to your room if you wish to rest, or visit the garden if you are still interested in seeing it." Sevastian stated, walking toward them.
Elysia thought about it for a while, she then decided to return to the chamber. "I wish to rest." She replied.
"Very well then, I will see you at the dining room. Rohan and I still have work to deal with." Sevastian explained.
"I will see you later, goodbye Sir Rohan, it was a pleasure meeting you." Elysia said, offering him a polite bow.
"Pleasure is mine, Lady Elysia, I hope we see each other soon. Goodbye." His said, placing his hand on his chest.
Elysia smiled at him softly before turning around, walking away, leaving the gentle men alone to continue their business.
Rohan's gaze lingered on Elysia's disappearing figure, his eyes narrowed as he watched her. "Is there a problem?" He heard Sevastian ask.
Rohan shifted his eyes to Sevastian. "Not at all, it's just that I sense something is off about the lady," he replied.
Sevastian arched a brow. "What is it that you mean?"
"I don't know for sure, but I can feel it. There's this thick air around her, almost suffocating," Rohan explained.
"I do not quite understand. What exactly do you mean by that?" Sevastian asked, his curiosity piqued.
A sigh escaped Rohan's lips. "I can't fully explain it myself. All I know is that something feels off about her," he said, frustration creeping into his voice.
"Hmm, could it be because of the King? They do spend a lot of time together," Sevastian mused. "Could his influence be rubbing off on her?"
"I highly doubt that, if it was, I would know that. But, this feeling is something I have not felt before. I do wish I have a proper explanation." Rohan added, his lips pressed in a thin line.
"Is that going to be a problem? Should we be worried?" Sevastian asked, he wanted to know the extent of the situation.
"I do not think so, she appeared sweet and nice. Even if she is a problem, she would not be one for the King. He can handle her." Rohan replied.
"What do you suggest we do now?"
"Nothing Sev, we need to keep an eye on her and observe how things play out." He explained.
"Very well then, any news about the rogues?" Sevastian asked, changing the direction of the conversation.
"Fortunately not, not a single one has been in sight. I believe the woman was telling the truth after all." Rohan stated.
"How about the flower? It must be destroyed before someone else finds it." He suggested, leaning on the stables wall.
"I highly doubt anyone else knows about the flower. I'm still searching for it, perhaps you can ask the woman, if she is not dead yet, about it. If she is truly responsible for the corruption, she should have no problem telling us where it is," he stated, watching as Sevastian pressed his lips together in thought.
"About that, I do not think it will be possible." Sevastian said, fixing his black gloves.
"Fuck! Is she dead?" Rohan exclaimed, his silver orbs widening.
"Well, she is as good as dead now because the King pulled out her tongue. She can no longer speak." Sevastian explained.
Rohan raked his fingers through his silver hair which was already falling out of its bound. "Fuck! Fuck! That is so fucked up. How do we find the flower now?"
The men stood in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. "If she can write, perhaps we can offer her a paper and ink to write out something that would help us find it." Sevastian suggested.
"And if she can not write?"
"We shall seek alternative methods," Sevastian said, slipping his hands back into the pockets of his trousers. "We could search her house. I am certain we will uncover useful information there."
"That is a good idea, I am certain the baker would know where she lives, they seemed pretty close." Rohan paused, "I would have the chance to buy those mouth watering bread we the last time we visited." A full smile stretched across his lips.
Sevastian almost rolled his eyes at his friend, they were in the middle of a serious conversation and Rohan was thinking about a bread. How very delightful, Sevastian thought. "I am sure this bread is what you need." He said with a mocking look.
"You mock me, Sevastian. How dare you? It is not my fault that you have a long list of things you do not like. Pastries being one of them." Rohan cried out, placing his hand on his chest.
"I do not mock you, I just find it quite unserious of you to think of food while we are having a conversation about a poisonous flower." Sevastian added.
"Actually, we were speaking about the baker. And you know, bakers make pastries. I am sure you understand how I came about the bread." Rohan explained, stressing every word as if he was talking to an illiterate.
Sevastian let out an exhausted sigh. "I truly do not understand how I manage to tolerate you. You can pursue whatever you wish as long as our business remains separate."
"Very well, Sev. I must return home to freshen up. I could really use a soothing massage for my shoulders and neck," Rohan explained.
Sevastian already knew where the conversation was headed to and he was not in the mood to hear about Rohan escapades with his mistresses.
"You are leaving? I am yet to tell you about my aching bones." Rohan called out when he saw Sevastian turning to leave.
"Goodbye, Ro. Have a lovely evening," Sevastian said, not turning to look at Rohan, his strides long and steady.
"Shy bastard." Rohan chuckled lightly. He made his way to his carriage which was waiting close to the stables for him.
His house was less than a fifteen-minute ride. Rohan climbed down from the carriage and walked into the manor, the servants bowing their heads in respect as he passed by.
"My Lord, there is something for you." A male servant stepped forward, holding something in his hand.
"Give it to me." Rohan watched as the servant placed the white and gold parchment in his hand. He didn't need to open it to know its origin, all playfulness faded from his face as he stared at the familiar crest sealing the letter.