The last time that Darian saw such a bird dropped from the sky while having its legs fastened with a red rope, things went dark, his sister Vivian died. This memory was still fresh in his head, it could never shove down the sorrow that came afterward.
"Since when did the alerts become superstition? The cursed crow is an alert and I suggest you protect my nieces wCora, because I may not be able to spare any neglect."
With his menace, it made Kira assured that this poor bird was a sign of a troublesome occurrence.
The sky thundered. This new young captain was suggested by Lenora, therefore, Darian didn't like this dog of hers but he was humble enough to keep his head in his own hat, not picking an argument with a wild dog. He was as if an assassin in his dark polished leather uniform. His handsome face was very different from his heart.
Darian took out the gloves from his belt. Wearing them, he picked the bird by the roped legs. He was supposed to burn the bird but he couldn't shove the lingering thoughts away. Who had sent this alert, why here? What a wicked way they were choosing either time.
He rushed to the smithery and hastily tossed the bird inside the furnace. The flames reflected in his eyes.
"Who else are they going to kill this time?"
He was afraid because the alert was vague. He rarely could endure such a kind menace.
"Father, ask them to stay for an hour until the sky soothes down this rage."
His son dragged him out of the thought which glued him to the floor, drawing him into the fire like a magnetic field. The tie between him and his cousin was already floppy and sleazy, he couldn't fight with him.
"Alright, go inform them. I prepared a bath for Selene to clean herself."
Darian strode to the door that was connecting him to the mansion. Turning the handle, he crossed the corridor and reached the entrance hall, he went to Kira who was pausing for her younger sister. Near the sculpture of a muse, she was peering at it.
"Sweetheart, let us clean your sister. I think your father can wait for one hour more."
"Only twenty minutes is enough." Lenora who was at the doorway ordered.
Lucas closed the umbrCoraa and led her to the sofas. Their muddy shoes left prints.
The guards who had escorted them by the door stopped there watching them.
"You have a beautiful mansion, Darian."
She noted. It was the first time that she came inside, already she was standing outside not lowering herself to enter this house of Darian. So, Darian did not pester to invite her personally.
"You brought this house warmth." Darian held the ritual but the fact was just unlike what he just shot out of his mouth.
The elders always lied to each other, they were pretending and masking their faces all the time just to keep the ethics safe in position, it was what Kira had been thinking about.
"Thank you, inside the bath, I hope these kids wash down the peevishness that they illustrated in their hearts." She taunted the woodcutter smith man who had a heart as hard as the steels that he used to hammer.
Kira shot her a glare, not hiding what her emotions were toward her.
"Margaret, are you there?" He called out for his middle-aged maiden who was cooking inside the kitchen and the warm scent of fresh bread could make every stomach groan and shiver.
A round figure with a smiling face appeared, her chocolate face was the nicest of all. Her hair was braided and wrapped above her crown. Her apron was spattered by a cloud of flour.
"I am here," she gazed at the lord and bowed. She didn't show any attention to Lenora but Darian saw a tinge of crooked anger on the corner of her lips. He couldn't force his staff to respect this witch.
"Please, bring our guests some warm drinks. I am going to clean Selene ."
She bowed her head and got back to the kitchen.
Darian was hiding that he didn't want to sit by the fire and hear their nonsense stories from the court.
He drew his way to the stairs and ascended.
Kira realized that her uncle was escaping, so she followed him up. Assisting him to finish the bathing faster. He didn't talk to her father and she could not remember the last time they had a discussion. She truly missed those days that were not so farther, only two years passed.
"I am helping you." She told him, grabbing his hand.
She had questions about the bird but kept it in her bowels. Selene was also a curious cat that possibly would question him.
They arrived at the second floor where a maiden was bringing Selene . The young woman was wearing a frown, approaching them.
"Lisa, what is that face?"
Uncle Darian asked. The woman with white hair pointed to the little girl that just smCoraed horrible.
"Are you aware of her becoming ill if she ever travels for over four hours to reach that Greenwood mansion?" Her blue eyes sharpened.
"Yes. And you must wash her now. Kira will help you."
Claire's hair was furthermore wet and her dress was numb.
"They both have riotous features, warm water can calm them down."
Uncle Darian noted, opening the main bathroom door that always had warm water inside its huge bath that was encircled by pillars and marble platforms to have seats on each.
"Thank you, sir! I will make sure they stay safe." Lisa noted, smiling at him, the nice woman could be a good wife for their uncle if he ever paid attention.
The girls quickly entered. Selene knew that her unpleasant scent already perfumed all over this mansion. Seemed a naughty pig ran out of the den and haunted around to tease others.
Lisa closed the door behind the girls. Placing their bags on the stone table. She extended her hand to the buttons behind Claire's dress.. She opened them and intended to help Selene .